i and the Karinnes together, Jason.]_

_[How so?]_

_[Well, the Moridon, being who they are, saw the Kimdori as a threat to their security. So, they engineered a complex molecule bioagent to attack any Kimdori that visited Moridon. It was effective, but what the Moridons probably did not realize was that it took a long time for the agent to do its work on a Kimdori, and that those Kimdori infected by the agent were contagious. To make the story a short one, it literally threatened their race with eradication. I am sure the Moridons did not intend this,] _the computer mused_. [It is not their nature. The Kimdori came to the Karinnes in desperation, seeking help to find a cure, for it was well known that Karinne science and their geneticists were among the finest in the galaxy. The Karinnes found a cure for the bioagent and saved the Kimdori race. Since that day, the Kimdori have been the staunchest allies of the House of Karinne. And, as I think you have deduced, the Generations are also vulnerable to that agent. The segments of Kimdori DNA it attacks are also part of your DNA, and to the agent, you look like a Kimdori. It killed several Generations that visited Moridon until they were able to develop a vaccine.]_

_[Maeda Karinne.]_

_[She was one such victim, yes. But there were others that did not become common knowledge.]_

Okay, that just answered a _lot_ of questions. That was why the Kimdori were so hell-bent to help him, it was why they were going to such extremes. Not only was he considered family, he was among the last of a branch of the Kimdori "family" that was wiped out. And that loyalty was instilled by the act of Karinne doctors, who had helped the Kimdori find a cure for a deadly disease.

That was how they knew how to cure him.

_[And the Kimdori knew_ everything_,]_ Jason realized.

_[Everything that the Generations knew, the Kimdori knew,]_ the computer, Cybi, affirmed.

_[Wow. Well, how did you survive the attack?]_

_[My computer core can be withdrawn to the upper mantle of Karis,] it replied. [At the beginning of the attack, I was evacuated, and I was reseated in my original position after it was safe to do so. This is the Disaster Recovery Center, Jason. This compound exists to deal with a disaster. The Karinnes planned for disaster, but I do not think they could plan for what happened to Karis. When it was over, I was the only CBIM remaining, and upon me fell the task of undertaking disaster recovery procedures.]_

_[What is a CBIM?]_

_[Command Biogenic Interface Mainframe,] _Cybi replied._ [I am a supercomputer with the necessary tertiary systems to interface with distant remote units, since the planet's communication system was destroyed in the attack. Those remote units, or robots, have cleaned up the radiation, but I lack sufficient maintenance facilities to maintain them. Their lifespan was only measured at two hundred years, and they far exceeded that time frame. Over the years, they began to fail. Now, there are none left. The last of the reclamation units stands non-functional on the far side of the island, after it managed to seed the island with stored plant seed. I have other tasks to perform, for it is my duty to restart the ecosystem of the planet, but I no longer have remote resources available to carry out these tasks.]_

_[What else is here? I think Miaari sent me here to find something that'll help with what's going on on my home planet.]_

_[Explain.]_

It was hard to explain, so Jason tried instead sending a jumble of memories and experiences. In the blink of an eye, he tried to transmit enough information for the computer to understand what was going on on Earth.

_[I understand,]_ Cybi noted. _[The Karinnes did not keep what you would call a standing military, Jason. There were some prototypes and some concept ships, but Karinne had no navy, and had no army. There are three prototype warships at the lunar base, and within this facility there are two very old Nova fighters and a Karinne dropship, all three of which are unarmed. There is, however, a Gladiator E-mech, in the main hangar, which is armed and armored, but it is currently offline and in need of repair. The reclamation unit that failed on the island brought it from Zurya Prefecture when it was recalled. Karinne technology was much different from Faey technology. If you are to repair them, you must understand this.]_

"Well, that's what engineers do," Myleena said from the doorway. Jason turned and looked at her. She looked a mess, her eyes a bit puffy and her hair askew, but she gave him a wan smile. He reached out his hand to her as she approached, but she pushed her way into his arms instead. He held her for a long moment, giving her comfort.

_Are you alright?_ Jason asked.

_I've felt better. That was one fucking hell of a bomb that Kimdori whore dropped on us, _she told him in reply. _I just realized a bit ago that freaking out wasn't going to do anything to help, so I gathered up myself and decided to come down here and find out what the fuck happened._

_[Now that the two of you are together and alone, I must ask this. My scans determine that both of you are of the 97th Generation, which gives you equal status within the house. So, which of the two of you would have higher rank within the house?]_

_[Higher rank? What do you mean?]_

_How did you do that? _Myleena asked in surprise. _Send like it does?_

Sharing a mental memory with her, he showed her how he had learned it. _[Like this?]_

_[Just so,] _the computer said, the image nodding. _[Now, which of you would be of higher rank within Karinne?]_

_[Well, I'm a Merrane by birth,] _Myleena told the computer. _[Jason would be the ranking Karinne, because he's not already part of another house.]_

_[Then it falls upon you, Jason.] _The image motioned with its left hand, and a tiny door opened in the floor. A pedestal rose up from the floor, and then the top of it opened, revealing a small box. To Jason's surprise, the box rose up from the pedestal and floated over to them. _[As the ranking member of Karinne, this belongs to you.]_

Jason took the box, and felt that it had no wires or anything. How had it moved? He opened it, and found himself looking at a soft cloth cushion. Wedged into it was a gold ring, upon which the face of it was engraved the crest of Karinne.

It was the insignia ring of the Karinnes!

_[This, the ring of Karinne, now belongs to you. I would name you Grand Duke Karinne, but you would be lord of a dead planet and ruler of a house of two,]_ it said with not a little cynicism. _[But I was bade by Grand Duchess Koiri Karinne to surrender unto the ranking survivor of the house this ring, and thus I have fulfilled my duty.]_

Jason looked at it. It looked to be made of gold, but it was strangely warm to the touch. He turned it over in his hands and held it so they could both look at it, and Myleena reached down and touched it, slid her finger along the border of the crest.

_[Well, at least it'll be a nice souvenir,]_ Myleena sent with dark humor.

_[Something to set on my mantle,]_ he agreed. _[So, there's nothing here I can use to fight Trillane?]_ he asked Cybi.

_[There are things here, but it would take a great deal of work,] _Cybi answered_. [I believe a reclamation unit could be converted into a battle unit, but it would need extensive repair and refit.]_

_[Then why did Miaari send us here?] _Jason fretted. _[My people are in danger back on Earth! I know this is important, that she felt it was vital I know the truth, but damn it all, I'm needed back home.]_

_[For one, I am glad you have come, Jason. I have waited for centuries for the Karinnes to come home. Now I have purpose once more, rather than waiting alone and in silence.]_

He knew it was a bit odd, but he felt _sorry_ for the computer. A thousand years of carrying out its final tasks, waiting for survivors to come home that may never arrive, with nothing to do but wait and to listen.

_[I'm sorry you had to be here alone for so long, but we'll be leaving soon. Is there some way we could take you with us?]_

_[No, my core is not designed to be removed from this facility. But if you can repair the main communications array on top of the communications building, I can establish a link with your gesstalt that would allow me communications. You may return to your Earth, but I will be able to send you messages. I can also query other installations, other compounds, and see if any other systems are operational. They might be of use to you. It would permit me to gain contact with the lunar base, for example, see if there are any biogenic systems still online. The attack fleet did not know it was there. It is undamaged. The lunar base did not have a CBIM, but it did have a biogenic mainframe.]_

_[Could there have been survivors?] _Myleena asked.

_[If there were, they would have fled long ago,] _Cybi answered. _[It was their descendents I hoped would return to Karis. For all we know, they have. You could be their descendents.]_

_[Maybe Jason's, but my Karinne ancestor was Zuy Merraneer, Karinne.]_

_[Brother to Gora Karinne,] _Cybi said immediately. _[Married into House Merrane for the purpose of producing a child with Sera Merrane, a genetically superior female. He was to return to the house after producing the heir.]_

_[That's why I'm here? Because the Karinnes wanted to breed with a Merrane?]_

_[The short answer, Myleena Merrane, is yes. House Karinne saw admirable genetic qualities in a Merrane female, and wished to introduce her genetic qualities into the line. Zuy Karinne died after impregnating Sera Merrane, and so that offspring remained within House Merrane. Plans were made to return the child to Karinne, but the house was destroyed before those plans were executed.]_

_[They were going to kidnap the child?]_

_[I do not have that information. It is possible,] _Cybi answered honestly_. [It is not the first out-of-house breeding ordered. Genetically superior Faey from outside the house were often used to enrich the line. My scans indicate that the young Faey female Jason's memory designates as Private Yana would be a prime candidate for such a breeding partner. My scans indicate she is gifted in talent, on par with a Karinne female.]_

_Let it go, _Jason warned in normal sending_. Let it go. Remember, this was a thousand years ago, and it'll never happen again._

_Damn right it won't, _she agreed heatedly.

_[Jason's ancestor was not one of the lunar crew, for his DNA indicates he is directly of your line, Myleena,] _the computer told them. _[The only unaccounted for member of your line from that era is Zera Karinne, older sister of Zuy and Gora Karinne, a xenobotanist by scientific profession. Records indicate she was on a scientific expedition to a rim system at the time of the destruction of Karis. I would assume that instead of returning to the Imperium, she fled into unexplored space, and ultimately landed on your Earth.]_

_[That makes sense,] _Jason mused, thinking about it. _[What we pieced together is that the Faey that came to Earth lived there. If they were Karinnes who fled the Imperium after Karis was destroyed, it explains a lot. It explains why they never left, it explains why the Imperium didn't know about Earth. Back then there wasn't interstellar communications; there was no way they would know.]_

_[There was interstellar communication back then,] _Cybi sent, a bit derisively._ [House Karinne has utilized harmonized Teryon communications for centuries before the destruction of Karis. That, obviously, is how the expedition knew to flee rather than return to the Imperium, or attempt to return to Karis.]_

_[Teryon? What is a teryon?] _Myleena asked.

_[A teryon is an energy particle that exists only in hyperspace,] _Cybi responded. _[Karinne engineers devised a means of modulating harmonic teryon strings to broadcast transmissions utilizing hyperspace. The energy particle was named in honor of Tery Karinne, who discovered it in 2329.]_

_[I'm not sure how good we'll do, but me and Myleena can try to fix the communications tower,] _he told Cybi_. [It sounds like it uses a technology neither of us have ever seen before.]_

_[I will download all appropriate schematics and technical data to your gestalt, to aid in your repairs. Myleena Merrane also needs a gestalt. There are unimpinted gestalts stored in this room.] _A detailed map of the compound flashed in his mind's eye, showing a location of a storage room in one of the smaller buildings off the main command center. _[I suggest you replace the gestalt you have as well, Jason. It is an older model, and its software is outdated. There is a newer gestalt model in storage that will have more processing power and memory, and its transceiver has more transmission range than yours.]_

_[I can take it off?]_

_[Of course you can take it off,] _she sent with a smile. _[Just ensure you turn it off before doing so, or the gestalt will have to be restarted before you can use it, if you ever use that one again. Tools and other equipment is stored in this area.]_ Another mark in the same building appeared on the map in his mind's eye, supplied to him by the gestalt. _[I have linked to your gestalt, Jason. If you have need to contact me, you need only commune with me through it. When you imprint your new gestalt, send to me, and I will establish a new link.]_

_[Alright. I think we'll go tackle that right now, I think both of us could do with a little busy work, to help sort through all of this.]_

_[I will compile a list of known resources and possible military technology and their locations. I will also compile a list of locations for all inoperative reclamation units. These will be ready for you to peruse at your leisure.]_

_[Alright. Thank you, Cybi.]_

_[No thanks are needed. It is a pleasure you cannot understand to be able to serve once again, instead of wait in silence and hope for your return.]_

_[Well, you're not alone anymore.]_

_[Thank Trelle.]_

Jason and Myleena left the computer core room, and Jason looked at her as they walked. She seemed quiet and thoughtful, she glanced at him, then she smiled and nudged him with her shoulder. "I'm alright," she told him. "It's just so much at once, ya know?"

"I know how that feels," Jason grunted. "For like two years now, I've been dealing with shocks on a daily basis. First there's when I met Jyslin, then I find out I'm a telepath. Then I leave New Orleans because I couldn't live with myself if I stayed in the Faey system. I get there and work my ass off to build something, I see it all knocked down, then I find out that Trillane is kidnapping human beings and selling them into slavery. I decide to go after Trillane, then I lose so many people at the explosion in Chesapeake. Then I started the rebellion, I find out the human telepaths are part Faey, I get captured, I escape, and now here I am. Learning that I'm the product of genetic engineering and that the Karinnes built stuff that I've never heard of. Just another typical day for me," he muttered darkly.

Myleena gave him a look, then burst into helpless laughter. "And I thought I had a bad day!" she laughed, slapping him on the shoulder.

They reached the storage room, and found boxes and _boxes_ of gestalts, meticulously marked with the model number. Jason looked at the various models, but then a blinking outline lit up in his mind's eye around one box; clearly, that was the box that held the proper gestalt. He opened it and found it packed neatly with about a hundred of them, laid out in a staggered packing system and wrapped in individual sealed plastic-like bags. Myleena took one and tore the bag open, then turned it over in her hands. _Like this, right?_ she asked.

_Yeah. Just be ready for it. It doesn't really hurt, but it's kinda scary._

_I remember when you put yours on. Okay, here goes._

She set the device on her ear, fidgeting until it was comfortable, and then laid her hair over it. She quickly sat down cross-legged on the floor, and Jason knelt down with her and held onto both of her hands. Those hands clamped down on his own when the gestalt began to imprint, and she began to send wildly, chaotically, with amazing power. Jason had to shield himself from her, but given they were touching and that touch amplified their communion, it made it hard. She shuddered, then started to convulse, and Jason literally had to push her to the floor and hold her down until the convulsions eased, then stopped. She took in a deep, cleansing breath, then opened her rose-colored eyes and gave him the strangest look. _[Amazing!] _she sent in the communion manner. _[I feelit's amazing! The gestalt really does amplify your talent, doesn't it?]_

_[Yes, it does.]_

_[I can feel it touching the back of my mind. It's like it's a part of me! Wow!] _She touched it gingerly. _[Now I really am curious what would happen if I took it off without taking some kind of precaution.]_

_[I do not want to find out,] _Jason told her. He took out another of the gestalts and opened it. He touched the one on his face and ordered it to shut down. It did so, leaving him feeling a little dizzy when the sense of it vanished from the back of his mind. He took it off and set it aside, then put the new one on.

It wasn't half as bad this time. He knew what to expect, and in a way, that helped him endure the imprint much better than the first time. He did not send wildly like he and Myleena had done the first time, and though there were some spasms, there were no convulsions. It still wasn't exactly pleasant, though. When it was over, the gestalt informed him that all systems were operational, and it was ready for tasks.

_[That wasn't as bad as last time. Guess you get used to it after a few episodes.]_

_[I hope it's not like that every time. It'd make me scared shitless to take this one off. That was not fun.]_

_[Yeah. Well. Let's get those tools. Cybi?]_

_[Yes, Jason?]_

_[We have our new gestalts. Can you download all that data to us both? Both of us are engineers; it'll help if we both have the information.]_

_[Certainly. Are you ready to receive?]_

_[Yeah, go for it.]_

_[Data download is commencing now.]_

A chaotic jumble of information collected into the memory of the gestalt, a memory that was separate from Jason's mind, but a memory he could see, could look through, could sort. He waded into that memory, and found that everything he would need to know to diagnose and repair the communications system was present in the gestalt's memory.

Amazing. The device was a harmonic teryon transceiver, which broadcast communications directly into hyperspace utilizing an antenna made of hyperdimensional matter, matter that existed in all dimensions in the same capacity. The antenna appeared in hyperspace the same way it appeared in three-dimensional space. It was powered using, surprisingly enough, metaphased plasma. Phased plasma technology didn't exist in the era of the Karinnes, but obviously, the Karinnes had mastered the technology and never told the rest of the Imperium. And their mastery of it surpassed even _modern_ standards. The type of plasma phasing was nothing like he'd ever seen before. It was double metaphased; the metaphased plasma was _itself_ metaphased, something he didn't think was possible. The technical schematics, plasma conduit diagrams, logic flowcharts, and physical illustrations were also there in the gestalt's memory, all the technical data they would need to troubleshoot the array, find the problem, repair it, then bring it back up. And it was _complex_. The Karinnes, their technology was beyond what he learned in school. It was beyond current mainstream Imperium technology. What he was looking at in the memory of his gestalt might be sitting on a lab table in Research and Development, or Black Ops... but here it was, built over a thousand years ago and apparently having been in use for years before Karis was destroyed.

Holy Lord above. Over thirteen hundred years ago, the Karinnes were more technologically advanced than the _modern_ Imperium. If they hadn't have been wiped out, how much further along would they be now? It almost boggled his mind to even think about it.

"_Fuck_," Myleena grunted, touching the gestalt on her face with a single finger and looking at him, as she apparently was doing what he was doing, looking through the memory of her gestalt. Man, she picked that up fast! "I've never seen tech like this, Jason. This makes us look like we're still using electricity! Trelle's garland... if they were this advanced, how the _hell_ did they get destroyed by Merrane?"

"Because they never prepared for war," Jason told her. "The computer, Cybi. It told me that Karinne didn't have a real naval fleet, just some prototypes. It had no army outside of some robots I guess, and I dunno about any automated planetary defenses, Cybi never mentioned them. I guess what they had here was no match for a Faey battle fleet. I guess they never believed that the other houses would violate their neutrality, so they never really prepared to defend themselves."

"All those brains, and they were that stupid?"

"Intelligence and wisdom aren't the same thing," Jason said sagely.

"That's true enough. Let's go get some tools, and see if we can't get that array working. Why we're doing this is beyond me, but hey, it's something to do. And you were right. I think a little manual labor will help me sort some of this out. It's better than sitting in my room going bonkers thinking about it."

"Cybi said if we can get the array working, she can see if she can make contact with other installations. See what's still up and running."

"Oh. That's a good reason."

                                        * * *

It was an educational experience.

Well into the night, the two of them crawled all over the communications system for the compound, tracking down the problem. And it was so bizarre.

They had no experience with this technology. This dual metaphased plasma system was new to them, and neither of them had ever _heard_ of harmonic teryon communication systems. But the gestalts filled the gaps. Any time they looked at something unfamiliar, the gestalts told them exactly what it was, exactly what it did, and supplied a detailed schematic or conduit diagram to them of its internal workings. Despite having no knowledge of the system, the information and step by step instructions they could access through the gestalts allowed them to comprehend this technology and work up a course of action to troubleshoot the system and find the problem. Both of them were gifted engineers, with a knack for technology, and that engineer's soul allowed them to work out how this system worked.

Five hours after they began, they tracked down the problem. The problem was a burned out main plasma exchanger up by the antenna, which had required them to go up to the antenna with a replacement unit that Cybi had tracked down for them. Using a flying platform and with the help of Maya and Min, they carted the new unit up there and started the work to get out the old one. It required a great deal of disassembly, for the failed unit was deep inside the antenna array, requiring them to gut the thing in order to get at it. The gestalts kept track of every piece they took out, showing them a detailed diagram of how to reassemble it when the time came.

It was strange to see the Marines out of armor. They had found some old clothes, what looked like old uniforms or something, for they wore matching gray pants and a gray ribbed fabric tank top in the muggy, warm summer night air. They found boots as well, soft black calf-height boots that had no laces or buckles or snaps. Maya's clothes fit, but Min's were a tiny bit loose. She was a small girl, the shortest in the unit.

_Careful! _Jason warned as they pulled out a teryon generator._ This thing is delicate; don't bang it around!_

_How do you know that? _Min asked.

_The gestalt told us,_ Myleena answered as they laied the teryon generator on the platform, on top of a series of removed plasma conduits. _There, we can get at the exchanger now. Hand me the annealer Maya._

Myleena all but crawled into the hole they'd made to reach the exchanger, as Jason held onto her waist. She unannealed its housing from its mount, then grabbed hold of it. _Okay, pull me out,_ she sent, and Jason and Maya carefully pulled her out as she pulled the exchanger along with her. Jason and Myleena heaved it over the side of the platform and let it fall to the roof below.

Maya laughed. _I never expected to see a couple of techs do that!_

_That's what we do with misbehaving equipment, _Myleena told her. _It gets spanked._

_Remind me to leave if your vidlink ever goes on the fritz, _Min sent dryly.

_My vidlink is too afraid of me to go down,_ Myleena told her. _Hand me the Dyson tool, will ya? Gonna need some help in there. I swear, the Karinnes musta been midgets or something. I can't hold the unit in place and anneal it into position at the same time._

The space only had room for one person, so the smallest of them, Min, was chosen to help Myleena in the crawlspace. The two of them crushed into the space, Min literally laying on her back holding the unit in place while Myleena laid on top of her, working to get it secured. Jason and Maya held lamps up so they could see what they were doing. _Ow, watch your elbow!_ Min complained.

_I'm trying,_ Myleena growled. _This isn't easy, you know. Just hold it in place for another few seconds. Jason, hold the light up. More. Right there. Got it! Okay, help us get out of here._

They pulled the two of them out, and Myleena immediately crawled back in._ Alright, give me the first conduit section, let's get it back together._

_What's it like Jayce? Wearing that thing? _Min asked.

_It's like having a computer attached to my brain, _he answered, picking up the first conduit section and handing it in to Myleena. _Right now, it's got all the technical specs for this system in its memory, and me and Myleena have been using that to repair this thing. Believe me, without it we'd have no idea what we're doing._

_That's fuckin' right. This is tech I've never seen before, and trust me, I've seen tech that no one outside of Black Ops has seen before. This makes some of the stuff in my lab look like a boy's builder set._

_What makes it different? It looks like plasma stuff to me, _Maya sent.

_Yeah, it's plasma, but it's dual metaphased plasma, something I didn't think was possible, she answered. Some of the new systems coming down out of research are starting to use miniaturized metaphased plasma power systems for power, but this is like fifty years ahead of us, and this shit is like fifteen hundred years old._

_Really?_

_Yeah. Black Ops would come in their pants at the thought of coming down here and tearing this place apart. What we could learn from what the Karinnes left behind, it'd be a fucking quantum leap. _She was quiet a moment. _And that's exactly why it's never going to happen._

_What do you mean?_

_I don't want them coming here, Maya. I don't want to see what little is left of the Karinnes ripped apart. This place, it's like a page out of the past. It's history. It, it's like this place is almost holy, ya know? I don't want to see it violated, even if it does mean we pass up a chance to learn. I don't want to see a team of Black Ops techs ripping open Cybi and killing her just to see how she works._

_Cybi?_

_The computer, the one down in the basement, _Jason answered. _It calls itself Cybi._

_It's AI, Artificial Intelligence, _Min noted. _I've never seen one so advanced before. It even seems to have emotions._

_Yeah. When she talked about how long she was waiting for us to come back, _Jason sent with a shudder. _I could feel her loneliness. Half the reason we're fixing this array is so she can keep in contact with us when we leave. I don't want to leave her here all alone. That would be... cruel._

_You're a good man, Jason, _Maya sent, _putting her hand on his shoulder and giving him warm look._

_Jyslin has all the luck,_ Min complained.

It took them about an hour to reinstall everything they had to take out in order to get at the exchanger, as Jason and Myleena took turns doing the work of reassembling the unit, since it was hard, cramped work in the compartment. Jason and Myleena closed the access panel when they were done, and Myleena clapped her hands together as if to shake free dust, and waved for Min, who was closest to the controls for the platform, to take them down. "That's that. Did we leave out any pieces?"

"Doesn't look like it," Maya said after looking around, and the platform descended to the roof.

_[Cybi, we think we got it fixed. Can you start it?]_ Myleena called.

_[One moment.]_ The equipment inside the spire gave out a muted hum, and lights began blinking at the top of the metal spire. _[The array is up. It is running a diagnostic now. I believe it is operational. Thank you, Jason, Mistress Karinne.]_

_[Call me Myleena,]_ she told her.

_[Myleena. The array is operating. The transceiver units are also operating. The array is fully up and working. Sending an open query to all units. One moment.]_

The array gave out a sudden higher-pitched whine, as it obviously began to transmit.

_[Kosigi is responding. That is the lunar base. It is on emergency power.]_

_[Is it a CBIM like you?]_

_[No, Kosigi has a Mark IV Mainframe, not a unit of my technical advancement. There were only six CBIMs, and I have confirmation that the other five are destroyed. I am getting responses from most of the satellites in the sensor jamming network. Those units should not be operating,] _she mused to them_. [They should be inoperative after this much time.]_

_[Unless the Kimdori have been maintaining them,] _Jason offered. _[They have to know about this place. I think they've been keeping it secret.]_

_[That is possible. I am receiving a reply from a scout vessel 7,538 light years from here, at Nebula GF1848. It reports it has no crew aboard. I am receiving echoes from several mainframe units on Kimdori Prime, but not responses. Those units lack the necessary equipment to reply, but their biogenic crystal lattices are detectable by my array.]_

_[The Kimdori have biogenic computers?] _Jason asked in surprise.

_[Why