"There's one good thing. I doubt they can multiply…I don't know how many nanites it takes to kill a human, but eventually, I imagine they'll spread themselves too thin." "Could it be Wraith?" "That would definitely be my first guess." "I'm not so sure about that." "But the visions, the shrill sound you told me they make when they—" "I'll give you that they're equally terrifying, but why would the Wraith even create the equivalent of a WMD? They're killing us not because they sadistically want us dead, but because they need to consume us for food. Look, it would be like the equivalent of cattle farmers creating mad cow disease. I don't buy it." "You did come across it in an Ancient lab." "What, so, wiping out the Wraith's food supply is a last-ditch consideration?" "I don't believe that for a moment. The Ancients would never create something like this." "That doesn't explain the visions, either." "Okay, for the moment who built the virus is really the least of our concerns." "Good point."
