Enzeron outline/concept

The War to end all Wars happened. Some scientist invented nanorobotics and used it as a weapon. It was a good weapon.

Too good.

Nanorobots were used by every side to great effect, and it got so bad the world council decided to outlaw them, mostly because any weapon that could turn an entire enemy army into a fine pink paste, then make horrible cyborg warriors from said paste, maybe didn't need to be used.

The that came from them trying to outlaw nanorobots was worse than the actual war they were invented to end, and the world ended up in a weird reverse techno-renaissance where most people distrust any technology more sophisticated than a clock and anyone who knows how to maintain robots/electronics is held with equal amounts of awe and contempt.

Enter our protagonists, Zyla and Crayl, the former a veteran of both of the aformentioned wars, the latter a staunch pacifist and anti-war protestor. They're also both very good mechanics/engineers, Zyla specializing in software, electronics, and (secretly) nanomachinery, Crayl specializing in mechanical engineering and robotics. Together they operate a mobile repair business, traveling across the country and providing expert repair/maintenance for people. Zyla owns the bus they travel in, which has been converted into a caravan-style mobile home for the two of them. Crayl owns a MULE (Multi-Use Labor Environment) he named Kilimanjaro. Most of the money they make is used to keep the bus, and themselves, going.

Zyla is on the run from the ANC, the Anti-Nano Concord, a multi-governmental organization charged with finding every last nanoscientist and nanoengineer and bringing them to justice for their role in the war. Crayl is on the run from his daughter, Ysmi, CEO of Palzacrawn, one of the companies which made out like bandits during the war by developing both nanorobots and then traditional robotics after the shift. Ysmi blames her dad for the death of her mother, Pondit; he was partially responsible.

Zyla is headstrong, brave, loyal, deathly afraid of being alone, and prone to alcoholism and depression. Crayl is also headstrong, brave, loyal, deathly afraid of being alone, and has a very weak immune system and almost always has either the flu or extreme seasonal allergies. They are more alike than either would like to ever admit.

Zyla is in her late 30s, about 6'2 and is a very muscular 200+ pounds. She has nanorobots in her blood keeping her fit, but her body runs through calories much quicker than average and she has to eat six or seven times a day to keep up. Her left arm is a robotic prosthesis, installed before she became a nanoscientist, which was designed to look like her original arm but chrome, down to her wedding ring. She's dark-skinned, wide-faced, hazel eyes, and usually keeps her hair in a short mohawk or pixie cut and dyed whatever color she can find for cheap. She has two military tattoos, one on each shoulder, one of her former platoon (The Blighted 209th) and the other her rank (Leftenant), a tattoo on her back of two moons rising over an alien landscape, and numerous facial piercings.

Crayl is in his mid-40s, about 5'3 and a flabby 180+ pounds. He has chrome lenses for eyes and his tear-ducts have been rerouted to his bladder. He shaves his head but wears his beard long and tied off, despite his age it's still dark, dark brown. His nose is prominent and large. He has a bull-ring style cock piercing and an ornate montage of tattoos running up his arm and along one shoulder depicting the progress of Dante and Beatrice through heaven.

Zyla's bus used to be a cross-country travel deal for hauling 30-ish people, until she got her hands on it and turned it into a mobile home/workshop. It was originally designed just to hold herself and her equipment, but once Crayl came along for the ride they modified things to keep them both comfortable. It wasn't too hard, she lives light and he lives almost lighter. The living space part of the bus is mostly a couple of beds, a kitchen, bathroom, and a few level surfaces for tables. The workshop is the real hard-core part of the bus, lots of tools, racks, spare parts, diagnostics equipment, etcetera. The back-end of the bus can open to allow larger projects to enter/leave the workshop, or to act as a sort-of sales floor/business space. They have added their own decorative touches to the interior, mostly art projects they've collected or made themselves, and they've wired the whole bus for sound so they can listen to their music (Crayl likes noise, math, and ambient environmental music, Zyla likes lyric-heavy hip-hop and traditional folk music from her home country).

Crayl's MULE was, for a long time, his only friend. It has a rudimentary AI that behaves like a living dog, albeit one that doubles as a mobile computer system.