"About a month back, I was finally crawling back out of my hidey-hole after the last of my non-machine friends had been killed, my intelligence robots had lost the signals they were supposed to follow, so I didn't know nearly as much about the goings-on as usual, and I figured I should start trusting again. I was short on cash, so I sold some of my designs to Riv, lightly armored reaction suits and rapid-rate coil guns. At the time, all I knew is that he liked to humiliate superheroes. I...I regret selling him those designs, but I did build failsafes into them, so I doubt he's using them any more. At least, not safely," Phil grins at that last part.