December 2012 - Day 18 - Nanobots!

On the eighteenth day of the apocalypse
My true love said to me:
Oh look...
Eighteen Octodecillion Nanobots
Seventeen Months of Winter
Sixteen Deadly Viruses
Fifteen Super Volcanoes
Fourteen MPH Earth-Spin
Thirteen Year Nuclear Holocaust
Twelve Decameter Storm Surge
Eleven Superstorms
Ten Plagues of Egypt
Nine Asteroids
Eight Supernovae
Seven Continents Cracking
Six Hour Long Earthquake
Fiiiiiiiiive Alieeeeeeeens!!!!
Four Dinosaurs
Three Hitlers
Two Poles that Shift
And it seems I've become a zombie.

What:

Do you know what an Octodecillion looks like?

It looks like this: 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000.

Do you know what 18 Octodecillion looks like?

It looks like this: 18,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000.

Trust me.

It's a lot.

Even for nanobots.

How:

I don't know.  Mad scientists, probably.

What will they do:

Great question!

You know, standard stuff.  Dissolve all metal.  Get in your hair.  Steal your french fries.  Upend the power grid.  Form into a cluster that is shaped, colored and moves exactly like you, follow you around, and propose marriage to random strangers.  Etc.

How to Survive:

Find your friendly, neighborhood computer nerd and ask him to please write you a nanobot tickling virus.  Whenever the nanobots come near you, shout loudly, "One one zero one zero zero zero one one..." etc., until they're falling to the ground, giggling their little circuits out.

You will be so proud of yourself for tickling them, trust me.

And your nerd friend will also be laughing his butt off, because what you really just said in binary is, "I ate your mother's pantyhose with my poptarts," and everybody knows you can't actually tickle a nanobot by yelling out ones and zeroes.

Seriously.