"I have found the same to be true. They progressed from barely any, an-ee, controlled flight to manned space missions in less than seventy of their years." Ax looked down at his cleaning work, in hopes of masking that this was something of an affront to his pride. It was much, much more quickly than his own people had advanced.

"And yet, they invented the book before the computer." Remembering that made him feel better, and Ax still found it amusing, and somewhat baffling, that humans considered their computers so much more advanced than books.

The human female leader appeared to be examining the work of the prisoners, and Ax took this as a sign that the time allotted for this pointless task was almost complete.

The information Brainiac 5 had shared was not comforting, but Ax was grateful he had been so forthcoming. The more a warrior knew about the threat he faced, the better prepared he was to confront it. Ax even thought the Coluan could become a friend, in time, which made the prospect of being stranded here long enough for that to happen seem a little less thoroughly discouraging.

"I appreciate your help. I hope it will not be too long until we can re, regain our real bodies."