Minor Disasters
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Getting your first kiss spoiled by non-compatible toothcleaner nanos of the other teenager
the nanites in the sink that normally recycle dirt and organic matter into nice clean feedstock have mutated and turned into a virulent fuzzy green mold-like nanecology that is encrusted over all the piles of unwashed dishes
the utility fog failsafe that regulates the WestingStar RealSimm (TM) is on the blink and the characters from your favourite - well, your FORMERLY favourite - soap opera, Chasity Orbitals 50319042, are running around the place, they've taken over your home and primping their hair and having domestics and god-awful cliched family crises and there is no arguing with them because they are perfect turingrade replicants anyway and if you say "you are just a foglet replicant" they stare at you and say "who the hell are you???"...
the home appliances develop addiction problems - the dispenser gets addicted to home appliance virch operas and the organic nanoassembler begins making itself some nice hallucinogenics
Another common problem is when chaos control gets jerky, and suddenly the super-smooth flow of traffic and pedestrians start to form clumps, queues and jams. They would clear up in a jiffy, but people get so annoyed by them that they start to lash out, stand around a gawk or even decide they should go somewhere else that the local traffic control breaks down even worse.
There are always dead nanomachinery sedimenting in the dust, on the bottom of lakes and elsewhere. It should self-destruct, but there are always bugs in that. Micro- and biotech scavengers collect them, but there are always places they miss. So the puddles on a roof collect diamond dust which blows away when they dry out, which can both erode (think carborundum) shiny facades, irritate people and catch fire.
Inter-clade love is often tricky. Beside cultural prejudices and collisions, having children is a major gengineering challenge ("Well, he has his mother's gills and his father's wings, but whose tail is it?"). Things are even worse among highly cyborged clades that are incompatible on a deep level ("She was everything to me, but her device drivers made my eyes crash").
