It's a good hug. Viola's still looking quite tender but the tears have stopped.

"Okay that's such a mood. And I'm glad to hear that."

"I might need to go do some notetaking and feeling privately in the bedroom next. And um. Do you have anything I could play music with in the bedroom before going to sleep? Or actually if you have a way to charge my phone so I could play downloaded music that would also work, the charging port looks like this and I have these cables." (A proprietary lightning charging port, lightning-USB-C cables, and a north-european style wall plug that has two round pins are demonstrated from her backpack.)

"Well, no. I have a speaker system in the main room. And your charger absolutely won't fit into our plugs. I'll lend you my phone, if that's an acceptable solution. There's lots of music on that if you're wanting to listen to something."

"Your phone is fine by me. Thanks again. I guess I'll go do thinking and feeling now, before I'm even more lost."

Cynthia sets up her sleeping bag, lying down in it before turning on the projector that projects onto one of the main room's walls. She grabs her tablet, looking up how homes might be built in the future, projecting the articles onto the wall. She enjoys reading about ways of improving the fire safety of homes, and has fun reading articles until she finally fall asleep.

Once Viola has laid down on the bed for a few minutes notetaking starts happening. She's trying to dump the most important things from her brain into paper, the ones that if she can't go back she won't be able to re-create. So it goes something like this:

- Close people, what kind of interactions she has with them, how are they different from each other, some memories with each one. (She does a system where she goes width first and then starts filling in some details to each at a time.)

- Sort of her "Earth bucket list", things she will want to do if she can get back. Includes things like: Meeting with people who matter to her, nostalgic stuff like engaging with some of her favourite medias.

And then the second braindump can start. What's her TODO list like:

urgent:

- Ask Cynthia for help with citizenship / UBI stuff, get it sorted out

- Get a place

- Get meds sorted out

- Get a working smartphone and laptop and internet connection

(Frick I don't remember how to use some reference or phrase only I would know as an encryption key... it'll have to be plaintext since I think ROT would just call attention to it.)

- Sneakily: figure out if the local authorities want to urgently access my info / devices / whatever, figure out if I want to willingly cooperate or try to destroy some information. (Okay actually this is top prio)

medium term:

- Get charging capability for my electronics, backup all personal information to newer devices, probably manually or by programming some custom import/export file format stuff (shouldn't be that difficult)

- Figure out what to spend my time on daily (probably for first weeks just orientation, need to find social studies and history books and news to read)

- Export and then sell / make available as public domain depending on local incentives all the non-personal things on my devices, like music from downloaded spotify playlists, anime seasons, there must be some movies in there as well. Could the locals also be interested in Earth compilers and programming languages? The differences sound quite interesting to research and I could be in a good position to do that.

- Find some hobby / friend group or invidual friends to hang out and chat with

Long term

- CONSUME local media (it's not a todo I will do it anyway)

- Figure following situations: x-risks, wild animal suffering/pleasure, insect suffering/pleasure, multiplanetary expansion, population count

  - (First figure out if I could relevantly affect the situations that these concern.) Solve my wireheading stance. Solve my insect stance. Solve population ethics.

- Locals seem to appreciate fun. Check if there's things like LARP or RPG or gaming culture from Earth I could teach people about or sort of spread.

(Well. This doesn't feel done but this does feel like a decent first draft. It's probably time to let feelings happen naturally and then get some shut-eye.)

Viola feels very lonely, cries about her partner, friends, family, home and Earth, and eventually falls asleep. It's not easy sleep. There's a bunch of wakeups and she's on the verge of crying pretty often during those. But the feelings are moving. Sometimes when they are too much she tries putting on the music. It's a bit hard to actually relax completely to due to the unfamiliarity, but it sometimes helps to take the intensity off.

She wakes up in the morning, initially trying to be quiet to not wake up Cynthia, but is pretty hungry for breakfast and checks for any noise or light or other sign that Cynthia would already be awake.

The apartment has the lights turned on; Viola would see Cynthia meditating on a special pillow in the main room, if she took a peek. She opens her eyes when she sees Viola walk in.

"Hi Viola! Did you sleep well? I'm hoping you're feeling much better."

Cynthia is meditating in just a pair of shorts and a lacy bra.

"Hi Cynthia! Um. Well I woke up to cry a couple times but well. I feel a lot better now and less like a tight knot than yesterday so that's very good."

"Do you usually eat breakfast? I'd probably enjoy something. But no hurry if you want to finish your meditation? (mild questioning tone) or something."

Viola's walking around in her undershirt and underwear, since she didn't have time to bring with any shorts or other morning / home bottoms.

"Nobody should have to wake up for crying!"

"Yes, I eat breakfast, and then dinner to end the day. I don't really need to finish meditating, I'll just make it up later. You're still avoiding meat, right? I'll get us both some delicious falafel. Unless you have a better idea."

"Oh, and I don't want to be rude. But I think you'll want to get some new clothing while you're here."

"Well I kind of agree but well. I would prefer to live in a world where people don't need to lose big meaningful things to themselves to things like death. Or well, to teleporting to other worlds. But if it happens I'm glad I can cry about it. It feels significant. And feeling strong emotions might even help me remember some of the people and things I won't be able to have again, if there's no way back."

"Falafel sounds good yes! Honestly I expect it to take me weeks or much more to become comfortable with meat."

"And yeah of course. I don't even have another set right now I could use while washing these. Honestly I think your style is really pretty and I might want to take some inspiration from you."

"Being able to cry and express your emotions in privacy and safety is almost-infinitely important, absolutely."

"Sure, I'll make the order. It's supposed to keep you full all day, so it'll be a lot to eat."

"I don't think you've seen my style much? I guess I could show you some of my outfits. I didn't bring too many with me on vacation here."

"Yeah! Oh and thanks for the privacy and the phone loan, it did really help me to sort of feel comfortable feeling the things I needed to."

"Okay I might need to like store half for maybe 2 hours because I usually eat breakfast and then lunch a bit after. But it should probably work out fine."

"Sure! I guess I'm just guessing based on vibes. But I'd be very interested if you want to show a couple."

"Sure, I'm happy to help you in ways like that."

"And I'll be adding a lunchbox to the order, then, especially falafel places often let you do that."

Cynthia taps a few buttons on her phone before walking over to a closet recessed against one of the walls in the main room. It reveals many different kinds of dresses, several of them scarily sheer, together with several tops with larger or smaller cutouts and leggings of many different designs. Together with several sets of lingerie hanging off special kinds of hangers.

"I own so many different designs, it kind of comes with the job."

"Great!"

"Hm. What was your job again? A hospital support worker?"

She takes a look at the colour schemes and shapes of the dresses, tops and leggings. It seems like an impressive amount for "not too many".

"Some of the dresses seem a bit scanty. Which probably looks very good on you! But I'm usually pretty wary with that. I'd probably enjoy having some comfy tops, some with wider cutouts and some with smaller. And leggings. But I'd probably want to look for skirts too. What kind of weather and time of year is it here, actually?"

"Yeah, hospital support worker, or emotional support worker. I think emotional makes it a bit too long, so just. Hospital support worker."

"Well, here, it's basically only summer forever. It's always hot enough that you can walk around in just shorts, although it does get a bit sweaty on the hotter days."

"It sounds like you're not in the mood for dresses? I think they often make me look cute, and I think you'd look cute in them, too."

"So some kind of therapist?"

"Summer forever sounds a bit warm but I can definitely work with that for now."

"Well I'm more unsure of myself with dresses. And I don't have a good vibe of what kinds work well with my body. But if I had help from a clothes professional for finding fitting ones I might enjoy them."

"Well, I think it's too fancy to call me a therapist. I'm also sure that there's places with better weather for your tastes; I personally don't like how hot the hottest days get here."

"Maybe a tailor would give you some advice? That'd be great."

Eventually, a chime sounds. The robot has arrived outside the apartment, carrying the order: 2 huge portions of food in light metal containers, together with a plastic lunchbox. Cynthia gets some cutlery and puts the two containers of food, together with the plastic lunchbox, onto the dining table in the main room. The falafel comes in huge pieces, and is perfectly well-fried.  

"Yeah the peak hot weather is what gets me in hot places. And yeah tailor advice would be great."

"Oh this is pretty delicious. Good spices and nice crust." She starts eating and after gauging the portion size stores bit more than half in the lunchbox.

"Are you up for helping me today with getting a citizenship going or whatever paperwork is needed so I can have a bank account and stuff? And I guess I do also need clothes very immediately like you noticed."

"Yes, it won't take long, just give me time to finish the meal first."

After enjoying the meal, Cynthia calls the local police station, informing them that someone needs a new blockchain address to receive their basic income, with the whole registration of 10 fingerprints and iris scanning process needed, and yes the senescence of her previous account will happen, liability on her. The guard on the other end nods.

"You should be ready for getting your basic income, now. It arrives once a month, but you can chain overnight loans so you can basically get your first payment today. So, well. You'll have food and shelter and healthcare, no matter what. There isn't citizenship in thomassia, you can just live anywhere you want, so long as you don't have literally all your basic going to pay off fines for crimes you did."

"After being done with that, we can start moving on to buying clothes. And then... I guess you'd want to travel around with me? I have more money than I really know what to do with, so I'm happy to fly around exploring thomassia with you."

"Of course. And thanks again for the meal!"

Viola overhears enough of the call to ask: "What's a senescence?"

"Hm okay that makes sense. Do I need some device to actually use my account and to take those loans?"

"Yeah. And that does sound like a way to explore the country. Are books and like newspapers, digital or physical, cheap enough that I could take a bunch with me for that? Do you have an internet based encyclopedia here I could access with a phone or laptop for info?"

"Senescence means that an old account won't be receiving any more basic money. When someone loses the key to the old account, they ask for a replacement. And if nobody spends any money from that account, that proves that you really have lost the private key to that account, because otherwise someone would spend at least some of that money on rent or food. So, they stop paying out basic to it, and once enough years have passed, you'll get the money from your lost account back."

"And you misunderstood; the police station is ready to make your blockchain private key using fingerprints and iris scanning. Then you'll go from being ready to get basic to actually getting basic. And yes, spending any money does need you to use your phone or similar."

"Books or newspapers, if you're insisting on not using your phone or tablet, are approximately free. And there are more internet encyclopedias than we even know what to do with, really, so there's enough that you might not even feel the need to get a book."

"Oh okay. I guess that makes sense."

"And righto. I guess I'll need a device to store the private key?"

"Hm I'd probably like a book just for the physical sensation but the encylopediass sound good. Who upkeeps and hosts the internet encylopedias, random people or some associations or something else?"

"Yep, your phone can store your private key in an extremely safe way. That'll be the first thing you buy. I can advance you the money; don't worry, you'll barely notice paying it back once you get basic. Especially if you choose to get a job as well."

"I guess you could call them associations, basically every Revolutionary Research Fund runs an encyclopedia to keep track of all their research, and to advertise their research as well. So there's a huge amount of them, actually."

"Okay yeah that makes sense. I don't need exact numbers, but I'd be interested in the magnitudes of what the phone costs vs. what a meal costs vs. how much basic income is vs. how much a usual rent would be vs. how much a job pays. Like any ballpark estimate or a concrete price and concrete salary would give me something to work with."

"Why are they called Revolutionary Research Funds? But in principle that makes sense. Does somebody / something also try to gather multiple encyclopedias of information to a single one?"

"Let's see what my memory's like? The cheapest thing you mention is a meal. A phone is about 100 times the price of a meal, rent somewhere small 150 times the price of a meal, basic income 3-4 times rent, and a waiter job around 10 times rent. I think those are the most common numbers."

"They're called Revolutionary Research Funds because it helps make a nice acronym. Nobody serious puts together all the encyclopedias together, but you can just search it up if you want."