You know, if he were a demon or the Devil himself, it'd be a bad idea to just keep talking to him, but, like, baseline kids, you know? And he's not so it's not.

"Um. Transhumans? People with powers and better bodies? Huxley Flu survivors?"

"What are you talking about, I don't understand."

"Did they lock you up in the attic for your whole life or something?!"

"Um, no? I worked in a brick farm with a whole bunch of people, before escaping just now."

Brick farm.

Clients. Logistics. A whole village, with a road to it, and a power line.

TV. Radio. Commerce. Maps. Intermingling. Protection. Warlords. Relief efforts. Vaccine shipments. Association of Transhuman-Baseline Cooperation.

Nothing adds up.

Oh no.

Damn you, portal girl. Why. 

N = |1-2|
Nₘ = 1
R₀ = 1.4
Rₑ = |0-1|
f = 0

OH NO.

Why is he silent all of a sudden? It's hard to tell, having averted the gaze from the shameful nudity and all. 

He's kinda on the verge of crying, actually.

And he zips away a distance of a few meters, and covers his mouth and nose.

And then uncovers them.

”What year is it? How many people live on Earth?”

"I don't remember."

YOU POOR THING. 

And I entered this conversation wanting to help you, and now, and now-

She's a baseline girl who have done nothing wrong. As far as he knows, anyway. 

And there's this whole other world that he doesn't even know. 

Yeah, what's up? We kinda lost track of what's going on here. 

You can't be, like, judged by a single village in the middle of nowhere, right? You have probably done nothing wrong as a whole, too. As far as I know, anyway. 

We have tried our sincere best.

Right. So. There are millions and millions of other innocent kids in this world. 

Yeah. There are. 

It's not an especially hard choice between them and this one poor girl who was unfortunate enough to be here and fortune enough to be here alone. 

Is it? It's a really poor and innocent and cute girl!

And we believe in deontology here!