do: make introductions; don't: usurp the government

[giftedandtalented]

Tab goes home by door, right into Aelise's office. "Hello again."

Comments

[pythbox]

Corona laughs.

"I'll think about it. Vacations out of the world should help, anyway. And consensual violence still works, right?"

[giftedandtalented]

"Of course."

[pythbox]

Corona grins.

"That's good. I'd really have a problem if it didn't."

[giftedandtalented]

"No reason to ban it if everyone's having fun," shrugs Tab.

[pythbox]

"Some people would just ban it anyway," he shrugs.

[giftedandtalented]

"Those people are stupid."

[pythbox]

He laughs.

"You're okay."

[giftedandtalented]

"Thanks!"

[pythbox]

Corona grins fondly at her.

[giftedandtalented]

[Hey, Jane, can you check with the admin for me that I can get Toronto-minus-Delphi-and-his-cohort?]

[mind_game]

[Tab would like to resurrect an entire city that was nuked into oblivion a few centuries ago on her world,] Jane reports to the admin, [and would like to know if she can get it back all in one piece, without the people responsible for the nuking - a fellow named Delphi and the people who were working with him. Can we do that?]

[ending_of]

[Yes,] says the admin. [You'll have to move it out, of course - I assume you can manage if I give you a view of the city?]

[mind_game]

[Yep! I am such a big Jane these days, I can fit a city.]

[ending_of]

The admin instantiates the city, very far away from any existing settlement, and provides Jane with a view.

[mind_game]

[That's paused, right? Tab doesn't want it right this second.]

[ending_of]

[It is, yes. At this rate local development shouldn't overtake it for about a thousand years, and if you haven't claimed it before then, I can move it.]

[mind_game]

[I do not think it will take a thousand years,] Jane says merrily, and she reports to Tab.

[giftedandtalented]

"Alrighty," says Tab, and she cracks her knuckles and brainphones Aelise and Kers. [Corona's on board. I'm going to start figuring out the best M.O. for reviving a city, it should be alive again inside an hour.]

[queensidecastle]

[Have fun.]

[salus_populi]

[Let us know if you need a sounding board.]

[giftedandtalented]

Tab thinks.

She thinks about how old cities used to work (she has read a lot about them, especially now that her entire to-read list was slurped up when she got near enough to her computer) and what things about them will need to be tweaked. She lays down state-of-the-art ground rules. She contemplates mechanisms for informing the citizens of Toronto. They will appear afraid; the city was in tension for a long time before the nuke fell, and she wants to calm them down, although by the same token she doesn't want to wake anyone who is asleep or overly shock anyone who managed to live sufficiently under a rock that they weren't freaked out already. There's several revelations to cover - the bomb fell, it's been a long time, they've been brought back, they're all torchable now, this isn't Earth, they're under new management, anyone they knew from other places will have to be fetched up separately, the new management is - she's going to start out calling it 'extremely Gifted'.

She composes a public address that covers the "everything's okay, you're safe, remain calm" part - everyone will hear it in her voice, and all people will also get writing on the subject of the more complex topics to read at their leisure. She composes the address and the pamphlets both in the Speech for convenient general dissemination; Toronto was not a monoculture, after all. She sets up some more wishes, pentagons herself old-timey English - she'd be mutually intelligible without, or in the Speech, but just for completeness. The people of Toronto are going to have enough to get used to anyway.

It'd be pretty hard not to notice the trees on Arborea.

[mind_game]

When Tab cues her,

Jane picks up Toronto,

and puts it down.

[pythbox]

"...Nice," says Corona. "Wow, it was kind of pretty."

[giftedandtalented]

"Kinda, yeah," says Tab.

The streets of Toronto say soothingly in the Speech, "It's okay. You're all safe, Delphi and company are gone, please remain calm. Further information has been delivered in writing."

Further information is, in a timely manner, delivered in writing.

[pythbox]

People more or less fail to panic. There is definitely some more and some less, though.