There are a lot of pieces he knows he isn't getting yet; he doesn't know if reprogramming means people, or matter, or logic, or some more perverse combination of those and other things. He thinks of fungal canisters, the way they can break down an ecosystem in hours; he thinks of the Vidona with their whispers and veils. His shoulder-blade itches.

One thing doesn't quite -

"Not a coincidence. So it chose to come to this system, or it was drawn there by some attractor, or it was sent."