Nothing we can stop, then! Great. Icing on the cake.

[ This just keeps getting worse. Did that meant that the Prophet had some kind of hold on the nanomachines? If so, this...might be a way bigger problem than he'd thought. ]

Conversion was the end goal. Apparently, sewing some coins on my damn face is supposed to fix me being greedy, though-- and then I'll be good to go! [ He barks a short laugh, and there's no humor in it. ] Load of shit, if you ask me.