One bomb after the other

"That's quite the…" Beatrice gulped her saliva down. "A bomb for you to drop."

Her hands dropped. Beatrice's entire face melted down as she started to gradually acknowledge the implications behind this message.

"Doesn't that mean we can just give it to…"

"Hold your horses," Mathew called stops before the woman could really start going. "To answer your question, I didn't see any attachments that would limit my use of the seeds," Mathew said, guessing what the woman had in mind. "But before you even ask this, tell me, are those system seeds something that we could tread lightly?"

Mathew closed his eyes over his chest and gave the woman a long look.

"We could save many more human lives!" Beatrice mumbled through her lips, giving Mathew a look of a teacher disappointed in just how incompetent their students are. "Imagine if half of the population had a system back when this apocalypse started!"