Are You a Man of Your Word?

Royall and Ford walked through the living room, a mine field of strewn toys from the babies and dirty plates of ten age boys who didn't pick up after themselves. A low hanging smell of mildew wafted along the base boards from the basement, hinting at a cracked seal. Royal wondered about all of the blank spaces in people's lives where he should have been. He heard that on mon gano their nanobots were so attenuated to their people's commands they could fashion custom furniture with a wave of their hands or clean surfaces or clean air. That world was beyond him every bit as much as mars or even golden hills.