Look at the Nanite Clusters. Look at them, the stuff of Sentinels... Do you not see the truth of what we have said? Do y

Look at the Nanite Clusters. Look at them, the stuff of Sentinels... Do you not see the truth of what we have said? Do you not see the proof of god?

I look down at the Nanite Clusters, puzzled. They look nothing like the shells of Sentinel drones. They are just currency, traded between species to create technology and weapons... aren't they?

They shift and undulate, changing their shape at my every thought. They bubble and rise, sparking in and out of existence... I look at them, and it's the strangest thing...

The Nanite Clusters look back, I'm sure of it. They watch me as I watch them. The Nanite Clusters are alive. There are sixteen of them. They... they need me. They crave me. I have only one choice.