Nano PursuitBy Olga Godim
“We have a problem!” Georgy burst into Alexa’s mini office in the corner of the hairdresser’s shop. “Someone stole my Dark Matter.”
“Our Dark Matter, you mean.” Alexa lifted her gaze from her latest project, a new haircut programming. This cheaper model of hairdressing robots her employer had recently acquired didn’t respond to her coding the way it should. She glared at the hologram beside the robot. Its hair looked like a hurricane. With bald patches. Not what her code was supposed to do. Disgusted, she closed the file on her commlink and spun on her chair to face her cousin.
“Who stole what? When?”
Georgy settled on the edge of her desk, his narrow face a mask of despair. “Last night,” he said. “Someone broke into my lab and stole two crates of the prototyp
