"Done with the test?"
The words resounded behind Scientist Luthor, who held a tablet device in his hands, eyes quietly knitted at the screen.
The words drew him out of it as he turned to the side to find the golden figure whose eyes were currently looking through the glass enclosure before them.
There, on a bed with a half-covered layer glowing in runes, was White, who remained motionless.
"Galaxy Altharion. Yes, we are. I'm sorry if it took longer than usual."
He said, passing the tab to Galaxy Altharion, whose golden eyes knitted at the screen. His fingers brushed across its surface, dragging up numbers and words after words with a speed that was beyond human.
"And all of this is correct?"
He asked, turning to the scientist, who nodded.
"We did the estimations as close to the true factor as we could. His adaptation to space is absolutely unlike anything we've ever seen. Almost as if he's been birthed from it."
Scientist Luthor explained.
