"Hmmm. I still think that'd get old fast." Aside from the hassle of getting mistaken for a few hundred other people... Blaze has had a taste already of being unable to recognize her friends. She finds herself no happier at the thought of them being unable to recognize her. Her attitude lightens at Adia's last remark, though. "Hey, that's good. Maybe you'll be able to pick him out more easily. Get that talk you want."

Ghost hesitates a little bit before answering, as if being asked such a question takes him off-guard. "Well... we all start off looking like this. Over time many of us acquire more distinctive shells, just as our Guardians earn their personal gear." His shell spins for a moment. "I... do speak with other Ghosts from time to time, especially if we're friends with their Guardian too."

"Some of the others have nicknames too," Blaze volunteers. "Ghost here just never settled on one he liked."

As for the issue of contagion... both bots blink at Adia in shock. Blaze sounds completely dumbfounded as she echoes, "Don't take them seriously?" Squint, squint. "The Hive-ridden hell? Why wouldn't you- they don't want anyone else to die, do they?"

Yup, looks like the highly advanced war machine is broken. Without humanity even trying.