[ Michel falls silent again, chest rising in a silent sigh. But he doesn't voice what part of that logic he's unsatisfied with. It's true, and yet... ]

They're only data. There's no limit on the number of them that could be made. They don't occupy space, they're only...

[ A concept, a template waiting to be stamped. He stares off in thought. ]

Short of overloading the system with so many of them that it can't generate any more, I doubt there's a way to do that.