[ David can tell they aren't trying to fight, but he is stubborn. Stubborn, even if he can understand exactly what it is their implying. After all, there has to be a reason why they were all chosen. Some distant, deluded part of his mind thinks to his capacity for implants. Thinks of all the awe everyone felt at the Sandevistan from Santo and his borged out body. ]

With what tech?

[ He replies, arms crossed. ]

You'd have to have some sort of genius to develop something like that. And then not do anything? Just.. Look? [ He breathes evenly, thinking. ] I mean, we [ His world, he means. ] had travel to the moon. Colonies. That's as far as we got..