"I have got a plan," he replies in a staccato, assured manner, giving every word weight. It's shockingly true: he has a plan. Robbie suspects that it's one of those plans that will immediately fall apart, but it could be so dumb it's brilliant, too. "It's a great plan. I'm excited to be a part of it."

That's what he hopes, anyway.

"So, we can't kill them," he continues, expecting her to not interrupt with the logic of throwing them into lava (which they don't have) to destroy every nanite in the former Coluans, "but what if we constantly knock them back into the same cleared area? Are they dumb enough to keep coming at us? How long can we keep them in that loop?"