I had to look up “boffins”.
'cause ya ain’t British, eh? 
Rather, old chap.
and here I thought it was something to keep Nano away.
Just something to help him keep his pants up 
Or, for our British friends, his trousers. Even nanobelts do nothing to keep one’s underwear up.
P.S., does anyone else hear the Mr. Roger’s “F-R-I-E-N-D, special” song whenever they try to remember how to spell “friend”? I think I may go mad.
… don’t, there’s no future in it.
OK, now that I’ve actually read the article:
How the heck is something supposed to be quasi-one-dimensional?
I was pretty sure dimensionality was measured on an integer scale…
I am afraid that I don’t understand the problem with quasi-one-dimensional.
I think that they mean quite a bit thinner that pond scum!
I’m a pragmatist. If it’s “almost one-dimensional, but not quite”, then it’s bloody two-dimensional.
Point taken.
No, it’s the necessities of mundane living heaped up by neglect that do that, and as you can see, I’m BAAAAACK. Ha.
Stupid thing…and here I paid a fortune for it.
Maybe it’s all in how you wear your nanobelt, Izz? But I would have thought that a nanobelt was something more like those power cuffs that that one superheoess with the leotard, skimpy skirt, All-Star Wrestling belt, floridly curly black hair and B-movie “tiara” used to deflect bullets with.
Ah, yes. Wonder Woman, that’s it.
Mightn’t something like a string of electrons fit the bill?
That could be the problem…now that I look at it, it’s far more chintzy than WW’s belt was. But hey, they threw in some really cool bullet repelling bracelets with it, so I couldn’t resist.