Nanoflakes by James S. Dorr His name was Dino and he hated school. Nevertheless he got upearly scrubbed his face and put on his clothes without beingtold. He came downstairs and went into the back yard noting thatthe city dome was set for sunshine. In Dinos world rain onlycame at night. Ready for breakfast his mother asked. Dino nodded. Yes Mom he said. There on the grass stood ahuge bowl and a package of cereal his favorite kind the one withthe dinosaur on the carton. Other kids might prefer Wolfmen orFrankenstein Monsters or one of the others but he liked Dinosbest. After all his own name was Dino. He picked up thepackage and read the label. NANOFLAKES the letters saidwhile underneath smaller letters listed the products nutrients.Dino ignored that. He ripped the box open and poured out itscontents then splashed milk over it and as the boxs directionscommanded he stirred the resulting green mix with his spoon. Dino his mother called from the kitchen youve got a half hour.Okay Sure Mom he called back. He stirred a final time listening for the telltale crackling sound thecereal made when it was ready. Then he lifted a single spoonfulinto his mouth. The crackling was louder as Nanoflakes coursed down into hisstomach and into his bloodstream already replicatingthemselves just as the ones in the bowl were too. He blinked hiseyes eyes already larger and looking out sideways instead of infront as the replication spread out from the flakes to his ownbodys molecules. This was the neat part Dino thought as heblinked again. Because every serving of flakes was different. He swung his head taking in a view of the back yard. The treesthe house seemed smaller and flatter but everywhere there wasa riot of colors. He looked at tree branches knowing instinctivelythat some were soft and easily eaten while others spiny werehard to digest. But best of all at his feet he saw the bowl-likedepression of Nanoflake marsh already steaming in the morningsun. He raised