"Tch!" Peter muttered dismissively. He had expected something mysterious and unscientific, but it turned out to be just a rating...
What was the big deal about a rating system? There were countless metrics in human society, from school grades and corporate performance reviews to the national GDP and CPI...
Using numbers to measure an individual's ability or even a nation's strength was commonplace. It was nothing new.
Even the Federation had an industrial index to define its manufacturing capabilities.
Who knew aliens had a thing for spreadsheets, too...
He kept his complaints to himself. As long as there were some new gadgets in it for him, he didn't care. Besides, this "Spirit Level" sounded pretty high-end.
As they conversed, the two switched control of their shared body. Peter regained control and immediately felt his stomach bloat uncomfortably.
