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Vaned limits his reaction to thinned lips and a "Certainly, right this way."
Tesla asks about textbooks again.
Electronics. Obviously. And other lost technology if there's anything that stands out. She doesn't care about history or culture or anything like that, though.
Cam makes a hydrogen generator and installs lights and fridges with batteries that can be swapped out at-generator as needed.
Vaned opines that it's not quite fair if Tesla is the only one to get a computer. Could they possibly get one for everyone, or at least a dozen or so to share around?
When they have their generator and fridges and lights and computers, both Vaned and the guy who shot at him apologize as sincerely as they can and wish Cam good fortune. Tesla isn't there, she's already reading through an engineering textbook.
It could take a little while, this is apparently an empty section of sky. There's a large island with two houses, but it's not really a town.
...Those appear to be slaves. Depressed-looking people in poor-quality clothing working on farms with carefully designed rope restraints, overseen by someone significantly better-dressed holding a sword.
Oh dear. That's very unfortunate for the fellow with the sword, who is asleep now. Cam lands.
"Yeah. Who else do I need to help out of here and what kind of resistance can I expect?"
"...If you say so, fine. Most of us are on the farms, but a few get assigned as personal servants or 'personal servants'. Those'd mostly be in the houses with lots of blue on the front, the governors. If you fail at this, I didn't help you."
"Are all the slaves dressed more or less like you? How many of you are there ballpark?"
"Okay. If I carry you all off and give you your own island and a nice store of food and so on will you have the collective skillset to do all right for yourselves?"
Other people yell about their own family members, or sometimes just friends. Not all of the family members are also slaves. (They're getting pretty angry.)
"Guys, I am going to empty this entire island cluster of slaves. I will put all of you somewhere else. If anyone wants to bring a non-slave, we can talk about that once all the slaves are safe."
None of the ones with attachments here like the idea of leaving. It's a fact of life on Cloudbank that if they go to a different island it's extremely likely they'll never see anyone here again, or at least not for years and years.