Given that there are polities that restrict access to cornucopia machines and other advanced nanofabricators in order to maintain the old style economy...how do they do that? What's to stop autonomist agitators from dropping cornucopia machines all over the martian outback? I'm willing to accept the premise as part of the setting, but I'm wondering what the War on Nanofabrication looks like.
I am a feminist, a nominalist,a pacifist, a meritocrat, a 10th level greengrocer, and as full of shit as 50 horses. I cannot be killed. I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed, or num