“Basically, we could make sand think. Unfortunately, we can’t make new ones with the technology you have, and I don’t know enough about the theory to train up a suitable scientific base and skilled labor force to open a factory for it on my own, and I wont bore you with the details about that. That’s a project that will take at least two generations, and I don’t have that kind of time.” Celestia flinches at that, subtle enough you almost missed it. Raven gives you an unamused sidelong look. You didn’t intend that line to be about mortality. Time to pull out the positivity.