TITLE: MADE OF STEEL
GENRE: Science Fiction Romance
The only reason I understand words prefixed with “nano” is because of my Chemistry class last semester. My professor spent four hours lecturing on electromagnetic radiation and how we measure the length of its wave in nanometers. In other words, very small increments. Like, to-the-negative-tenth-power small, or one-billionth of a millimeter. What have you. Irregardless, it’s hard to comprehend things that can’t even be seen in a chem lab microscope.
Using nano-speak, Tom is explaining the details of a disease that is causing a rift in our relationship as I resurface from a drug-induced slumber. Obviously this confession comes as a result of someone trying to kill me, but the intoxicant has made cerebral thinking near impossible. Instead my thoughts are consumed with how nonsensical it is that Tom, of all people, knows the details of nanotechnology.
He cringes every time I blink, and it seems that his abundant physical strength runs as rampant as his sympathy. Which is sweet; don’t get me wrong. We have never discussed Chemistry though. Unless it has to do with the way we are physically drawn to each other like magnets, but certainly never in a context that directly involves his manliness. Rather, his man-likeness, and more specifically concerning his genus and species. That is, if he isn’t a Homo Sapien. The answer to that question will take this relationship to a whole new level, either way.