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There are a lot of Amentan countries. Vanda Nossëo representatives are dispatched to all of them. These Elves (two with black hair, one with silver) take a shuttle down from the lightleaper to a country called Calado, and radio ahead to request permission to land at a elegant modern spaceport.
okay by comparison Voa and Tapa look like thriving modern democracies
"We've gotten forty new colony planets off the ground since we joined!" says someone else cheerily. "Every idiot with a grand idea about how to run society was like 'I will found a planet that is Run Perfectly' and then they petitioned and if their grand idea was actually a lawful, safe place, whether it was a good idea or not, the petition usually went through so now we've got a place where the workers own the means of production and a place that's all tiny islands with Dunbar's number of people and a planet for the anarcho-capitalists and a planet for the orthodox Aratothalians and a planet where the whole place is under that truth effect the courts use and a planet that's mostly people resurrected from the 2200s..."
"Long waitlist, you need a lot of magic to make one and it's a kind of magic in short supply. You get bumped up the waitlist if there are more people signed up to live on your planet once it exists. I think Mîr has thousands, because Mîr can make them faster."
"You know, read about the laws and visit and decide where seems like a nice place to live. Or there's tons of reviews and debate on the internet, or you go where all your neighbors are going..."
"If there were some place so bad that lots of its citizens would leave if they could I don't think it'd make it as far as being a member planet. Member planets are nice, it's the law, they've got to have good schools and good healthcare and reliable internet and transportation and just, consistently-enforced laws and freedom of speech and so on - and lots of people would rather fix their home than find a new one... I can't think of anywhere where tons of people left as soon as they were allowed -"
"I think there were a couple? But they were things like 'these ethnic groups hated each other, one of them left', usually without all that much economic integration to start with."
"It's legal to have a six-month emigration process so you can fill in gaps in services. Fayytr has a yearlong process, that one's getting challenged in court."
One of them is accosted by an orange who runs his way, falls into a kneel, skids on his knees toward him, and clutches at his robe. "I will do anything you want if I can bring my wife away from here and have a baby," he says.
"...are you going to get in trouble for - please stand up, I promise it'll be okay - are you going to get in trouble for asking this -"
He stands up and brushes himself off and sets off clinicward, looking over his shoulder sometimes to make sure the Elf is still there.
"...hi. Do you want to, uh, come back to Ambaróna with me and I'll get you both citizenship - and you can have as many children as you want -"
Pop pop pop they're in an absurdly spacious sixteenth-floor studio apartment that looks out on a stunning streetful of Elves. This Elf looks very confused and distressed. "Uh. Here we are. I've got, um, a couple more hours of deliveries, are you going to be okay here until I'm done with work for the day - I'll land outside my apartment and knock, I won't teleport in on you -"