"Tease."

"Of course dear."

She is really looking forward to showing Peka the holodeck in the new house.

"Will you be moving your family there as well?"

"At least till Katin's second summer, I think. After that they might want their own place."

"There are some rather nice apartments being built near your house I think."

"What sort of jobs do you expect you or your family members to want to retrain into?"

"Mom might want to be a doctor! We can probably afford to have more of those going forward! Dad I'm not sure at all. Me, I want to sing, but who knows if I could actually make it in the business."

"I for one would certainly like to hear you sing more."

In that case Peka will pick up Katin, who is fussing about being ignored, and sing her a lullaby.

Eventually Peka moves in, the city is built, and migrants (cleaned at the border!) start streaming in.

And Vira goes to her first day of school!

Her students, enjoying as they do the benefits of universal translation, are packing the lecture hall - they want to know how to program computers and grow gardens on Katme and build spaceships (insofar as she is allowed to teach them to build spaceships).

Vira teaches about alien ecology stuff for growing really inter-esitng gardens and also how to program synthetic processing routines for automating work.

(There's another Amalien who's better at not saying things that can teach them about pre-warp spaceship things)

The people in her classes are mostly former outworkers who need something else to do now and aren't old enough that they can just retire in the changed economy. A lot of them have trouble keeping up with the material, though, and don't come back after the lunch break.

Vira messages Lucien about finding someone who's better at teaching to more people during the lunch break, so people who leave either classes have someone to teach them if they want. 

She keeps going pretty fast after lunch, trying to aim at things where even a few ex-perts would be really useful for the reds to have. She also tries to see if people have questions more, since she knows some people don't just shout out their questions when they have them like she does.

They're pretty shy about asking questions but there are a few people she can get more engagement from.

Vira is extremely enthusiastic about their questions! They are very good questions. She feels like there should be more questions.

"Can everyone write down a question they have about syn-thetic routine stability, even if it's really really silly and bad? You should sign it too. And try to write down a different question than everyone else, and we'll check and do it again till everyone has a different question of their own."

This process is confusing and intimidating and two people leave instead.

Vira thinks that is prolly okay 'cause she is only really good at teaching people who can sorta keep up with her which is hard - other Amaliens can figure out how to teach other Amentans. She could maybe fi-gure it out but she doesn't want to and it wouldn't be the best use of her time.

She gets people to talk to each other about their questions in small groups, bouncing round excitedly between them.

They're used to being able to look things up on the Internet, which sadly doesn't work nearly as well when the things they're learning about are not already well known to Amentans in general.

Vira will look into getting an ar-chive of the int-er-net they are 'llowed to look at from other planets setup, but till then she can be the internet for them and tell them things when they have qu-eries herself.

The class has shrunk enough over the course of the day that this is almost manageable. They want to be able to maintain their own replicators and power generators and robots. They want to grow plants and heal the sick and build themselves homes.

Elsewhere, Xeelia's office is visited by a stream of reds who managed to have medical crises on the trip or after the transport or in the hours immediately following. This one had a flareup of a chronic breathing issue, this one has gone psychosomatically blind, this one got into a fistfight.

This one will be issued properly performing lungs.

This one will be patched up and provided with superior fists correction: and deferred to judicial authorities.

This one will...

"You will restate your medical malfunction."

"I can't see. Everything just went dark, almost twenty minutes ago."

Xeelia scans the eyes again.

If it were a borg drone Xeelia would turn the eyes off and back on again. However, it's species does not support this recovery mechanism.

"You will provide additional details."

"It's never happened to me before. I thought it must be a transporter side effect, that it'd wear off or they'd have warned us, but nobody else seems to have had this problem as far as we heard." She's shaking a bit. Her boyfriend, who brought her in, is holding her hand.