"Sure but I don't need therapy."

"Even so."

"It's not private anyway, there are cameras hidden everywhere. Fake privacy's worse than no privacy."

"—what?"

"Fake privacy is worse than no privacy," he says patiently. "If I wanted therapy for some reason I think I would take my therapist to the moon with me or something."

"What do you mean by cameras hidden everywhere?"

He makes all of the cameras in headquarters, in tiny form, in his hand.

"There certainly aren't any cameras in the rooms I talk to patients in!"

He checks.

She's right.

He extends his hand to show her. "Okay."

To the car, then.

"I still don't mind talking in the car."

"Well, we'll spend a while here. Do you want to tell me in more detail about your days at school?"

"Uh, the teacher explains things and then the other kids need lots of repetition to get it but I don't so I just sit there waiting until they all know it and then we move on to something else. The first day everyone knew it but we still had to go slow because it was the curriculum. Sometimes I am allowed to sit in the back and listen to music but then the other kids get jealous. Recess is fun, I make people things. I like making people things. I can't wait to end scarcity, how much longer is that going to take?"

"I think they'll have a new city plan by the end of the week. I heard you promised a girl you could bring people back."

"Yeah I'm going to figure it out by this winter."

"Do you have a plan?"

"Yep but it's a secret plan."

She raises her eyebrows. "Why is it secret?"

"Because people might interfere."

"You think someone'd stop you?"

"Yeah maybe. Or just bother me all the time."

"Why do you think so?"

"Because it'll be a big deal."