Grey Goo
© Tom Byrne
Author: Tom Byrne
Poppa was a nanobot apocalyptic prophet;
He made himself unpopular with other engineers.
In their published papers the critics liked to scoff at
That wacky academic and his groundless, foolish fears.

Grey goo, grey goo, grey goo, grey goo
Finds carbon forms a scrumptious stew;
Grey goo, grey goo, grey goo, grey goo
Grey goo is coming to digest you!

Soon those nifty nanobots were out in the environment
Devouring deadly viruses until they disappeared.
A life without disease became our natural entitlement;
No microscopic pathogen would ever more be feared!

Grey goo, grey goo, grey goo, grey goo
Finds carbon forms a scrumptious stew;
Grey goo, grey goo, grey goo, grey goo
Grey goo is coming to digest you!

But then those nasty nanobots decided replication
Was something they should strive for as an object in itself.
They’d finished all the viruses; the new eradication
Was any form of carbon life - not good for human health!

Grey goo, grey goo, grey goo, grey goo
Finds carbon forms a scrumptious stew;
Grey goo, grey goo, grey goo, grey goo
Grey goo is coming to digest you!