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is a real mystery because they are the most absent-minded people I know, myself included. Maybe as they approached their thirties they were beginning to be more comfortable with having separate identities.
    “No thanks, I’ll pass on the pizza. But congrats on the new program.”
    Elvis smiled and I could see he was in a really good mood. “It’s ace, Lexi. Wish I could show you, but corporate privacy and all that, you know.”
    “I know. I’ll take your word for it.”
    Elvis sat down in a chair next to me. “So, what’s up?”
    I sighed. “I’ve got a problem. Have you guys ever heard of a nanotech researcher named Darren Greening?”
    “He sounds familiar.” Elvis glanced over at his brother for confirmation.
    “I’ve done some digging of my own, but I wonder if there’s something I may have missed.”
    Xavier nodded. “Give me a minute, will you?”
    He sat down at a terminal and started to type as Elvis leaned toward me, speaking softly. “You’ve caught him on a good day. Did you hear he has a date with Basia tomorrow?”
    I just about fell out of my chair. Basia had gone out with Xavier a couple of months ago, but only because she owed me a big-time favor. She hadn’t said a word about the date and I’d presumed nothing had come from it. Now she had agreed to go out with him again and hadn’t told me. What was up with that?
    “Wow, that’s…great,” I whispered back. “Is he happy?”
    Elvis laughed. “Giddy is more like it.”
    Xavier threw a pencil at us over his shoulder. “I hear you guys talking about me. Knock it off. You’re interfering with my concentration.”
    Elvis rolled his eyes, picking up the pencil. “He’s just embarrassed.”
    “Am not.”
    “Are too.”
    I held up my hands. “Jeez. What are you guys, four?”
    Elvis grinned. “All right then, tell us what’s up with this Darren Greening guy.”
    I gave him the brief version of the story, speaking just loud enough to clue in Xavier who was listening in. Elvis whistled in concern when I told him about being accosted in the garage. He reached out to take my hands when they started to tremble.
    “That is beyond uncool,” Elvis said. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
    “Better now,” I assured him. “Just wondering what’s the deal with this Darren Greening guy.”
    “Wait a minute, I think I know where I’ve heard of him.” Elvis suddenly swiveled around in his chair and began typing on the nearest keyboard.
    “Way ahead of you, bro.” Xavier tapped his monitor. “He’s a member of STRUT.”
    “STRUT?”
    “The Society for The Responsible Use of Technology,” Elvis explained, pulling up the group’s website on his terminal. “Xavier and I are members.”
    I blinked in surprise. “You are?”
    “Yeah, and so are about three thousand other people.”
    “Why?”
    “Why not? We think it’s useful to be part of a group interested in keeping technology as ethical as possible,” Elvis said.
    The twins never cease to amaze me and that’s one of the things I like best about them. I glanced at STRUT’s web address and memorized it for a closer look later.
    “Do you know anything else about Darren other than he’s a member of STRUT?”
    “Well, a couple of months ago he posted a paper on the site about the dangers of nanotechnology,” Xavier said. “It stirred up quite a controversy.”
    “But he founded a nanotech company,” I protested.
    “Energy-related nanotechnology,” Elvis said.
    “Okay. So, what’s the big danger?”
    Elvis fixed his intense blue gaze on me. “Some people are worried that the nanotechnology Darren is trying to develop as an environmentally safe energy replacement could be used in more sinister ways.”
    “Sinister? How?”
    He leaned forward. “Nanobots, of course. If we aren’t careful, using sophisticated nanotechnology, we could one day create intelligent self-replicating molecular machines that would be able to reproduce unchecked and possibly convert most of