An hour after the exotic meal, a Ufotan approached the Earth Team. "Time for pre-conditioning, or G-force training," he announced, his tone formal but friendly. "You'll need it for the takeoff."
Leo, still full from the meal, groaned. "G-force, like in those fighter jet movies?"
"Yeah, sorta," the Ufotan explained. "G-force, or gravitational force, is what you feel when the spaceship accelerates. It can make you feel heavier, press you into your seat, and strain your body. For most folks, it's a bit of a rough ride."
Mia, curious, asked, "And this training?"
"It's designed to get your bodies used to the stress," the Ufotan continued. "But given you're all genetic warriors, adaptation should be quicker for you. The stronger you are, the faster you'll adjust. An hour should do it."
Caleb, who had been listening quietly, raised an eyebrow. "Just an hour for us, huh? Sounds like a breeze."
