Corvin Estate, New Thessalonica, Planet Yuma, Coronado
evening of 5 Aug. 824 A.S.
Clark was what one would call an old geezer. His constantly eccentric eyes might've been at fault, but his 60 years were showing as well. He took a bite of his food, finished it, then replied to Doreen "There ain't much they can't do, doctor. As you well know, nanobots have been used for ship repair since before i was born... here in the Republic, we also use them for construction. As for the medical field..." - he coughed, probably from forgetting to take some air - "I guess Corvin or Valders could explain the programming part, but I'm sure I could pretty much attach any medical tools to the nanites."
As Clark finished his statement, Erik added "Well, essentially, we're only limited by our own imagination. The rest is about hard-work."
As the night progressed, Catherine asked Doreen "And what do you think of the Republic so far?" - while Clark added, with a small bit of unintended impertinence "Oh, and what's your view on the Gallic Royalists?"
Frankly, everyone was a bit tipsy, except for the children, but that only made the evening more enjoyable. About an hour after the food had finished, the chatter was slowing down. It was clear people would start leaving soon.