“You think that swarm is capable of hiding?” “I think it’s capable of adapting. In fact, I know it is.” He sighed. “Anyway, it’s more than just one swarm, Jack.” “There’s more than one?” “There’s at least three. Maybe more, by now.” I felt a momentary blankness, a kind of sleepy gray confusion that washed over me. I suddenly couldn’t think, I couldn’t put it together. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying it reproduces, Jack,” he said. “The fucking swarm reproduces.”
