Vik: "Motoko, what did you do?"
Motoko: "I reached a high enough programming skill to interface with my secret hidden nanites. Then I made them not secret or hidden anymore."
Vik: "I understand that. I mean.."
Misty: "Hooray, I'm level two now!"
Motoko: "That? I figured out how to get my nanites to safely replicate. No grey goo for this gal! Then, I kinda, sorta, dumped them into the water supply. So... you're welcome?"
Vik: "Yes, thank you very much, but that's not what I was asking about. I wanted to know about..."
Misty: "I helped five people so far. Fifteen more and I get 500 XP!"
Motoko: "You mean the quests? I figured I would reprogram the nanites to reward good behavior. Do good things and you get XP and skills and stuff! It'll make everyone in this city awesome!"
Vik: "No, I was wondering about that pile of brain dead people you brought in."
Motoko: "Oh, those. Yeah, if you're an evil scav, the nanites eat your brain. It's pretty obvious."
Vik: "..."
Motoko: "You can have their organs, bones, and fluids or whatever. Ooh, another 5000 XP! That means a few new scavs managed to enter the city and had their job description changed to coma patient. Been there, done that, would not recommend. Zero out of five stars unless you're a filthy scav."
Vik: "Motoko..."
Motoko: "Whelp, gotta go loot the bodies, hah. Hooray for nanite trackers and city-wide mini-maps!"
Misty: "Bye, Motoko. Good luck. Vik, if you need me, I'll be practicing the tambourine until my rockerboy level goes up."