The theologians are having so much fun.

She's glad for them. As long as the fun results in favorable decisions, not that she'll mention that part.

The conference doesn't end with any conclusive red-cleaning procedure but theologians give her their email addresses and promise to send her copies of their papers.

She'll take it.

One of the theologians sends her an email: So, we actually have a procedure for allowing purples to work red jobs. There's not really a plan for what to do with reds in the test city, though, do you want them for experimenting on? I could put in a word!

She emails Peka.

So I had a conference with some theologians and it didn't get anywhere conclusive on the cleaning reds thing but I've been keeping in touch and one just sent me this--and she copies the text of the email from the theologian.

Shiiiiiit

Yep.

If you said yes you want them for experimenting on would you have a place to put them

Could make a floating city or something. Like in the water, not a flying city, Otet's not magic enough for that yet.

Can you make it big enough to hold six hundred fifty million people?

I don't know. Maybe? Maybe we should check to see if Otet's made enough money off the food thing to buy some rainforest.

Or poles if you can keep it warm.

Warmth is considerably easier than I expect seasons to be!

We could put up with permanent spring if the alternative was Literally Death.

Yeah.

Fuck, I'm sorry about this.

Wasn't gonna blame aliens.

Still. Auuuugh.

Do you have any advice for not scaring them. Or at least scaring them less.

The reds?

Uh, I can warn them but if they only partway believe me they might riot

Ugh.

She emails the theologian back saying that would be very convenient, thank you, and looks into the possibility of buying some pole.

There is pole for sale. Odette's cut of food money will cover a decent chunk of it, enough that if they built to local urban center density standards across the whole thing they could fit about half the world's reds.

Okay. That works for now then. Auuuuugh.

The theologian asks how she'd like the reds delivered?

In one piece. No, she is not going to say that. She asks what her options are.

They could just let her pick them up from their neighborhood if she has a sanitary magical way of doing that (here are the international standards). They could round them up into lined shipping containers and send them wherever she likes. They could herd them onto a boat but they'd want her to buy the boat.