"We are beyond what you call pico technology. On Tunria, we call it Bunrika technology. It is smaller and more advanced."
"Is it much different from ours?"
"It is structured on a much smaller scale and involves the manipulation of what you call atomic nuclai and nuclear isomers. It took three clone reincarnations for Bunrika to develop it to a point where the technology was stable."
Her eyes nearly crossed at that technical explanation. The president had seriously underestimated him. She had the most awful feeling Balthazar knew about the picos and was waiting to see what she'd do with it. "How do you know so much about it? Did the Tunrians trust you to know their science?" She still couldn't figure out how he could be in command of a spaceship when he was treated as little better than a slave by his people. Whenever she asked him about it, he flatly refused to talk about it, though she was slowly wearing him down.