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A couple people say they knew people who might be taken soon when they got brought in.
Oh look, an angry mob. They're not the masters, and it's not really clear what they're angry at. They are currently assaulting a bakery.
They can go to sleep too. The bakery probably never did them any harm.
None of the maybe-slaves have been enslaved. They all follow back to where everyone else is when told they can leave, though.
Some of the freed slaves have retrieved family members in the meantime. This island is getting really crowded. but yeah, that's everyone.
All right! Here is a nice big passenger atmospheric shuttle. Everybody on.
Some of them are reluctant to go on the scary lost technology ship, but are eventually convinced.
And Cam flies in the direction of away, finds a nice equatorial location, and makes them a nice big island cluster neatly webbed together with houses and storefronts and anything else they think to request and a pretty fountain on top and a generator and a computerful library and a stock of food and farms in progress and will that do?
(A few small groups want ships, not to participate in this new town. Can they have them or will they have to build 'em?)
Cam will distribute ships. It sort of breaks his heart to do the local kind and he snazzes them up some but this is what they know how to drive.
Some of them could use medical care, and none of them were doctors and only one was even a nurse.
Cam provides immediate demonic medical care, gives them a stockpile of painkillers with dosage limits in large letters, adds the easiest-to-use standards of other things and puts instructions on those in large letters, and looks for someone who wants homework.
The guy who was a nurse is happy to receive homework, and even happier to receive his new foot.
Here, have lots of homework and a locked box with more complicated medical supplies!
Thank you, Cam. Thank you so much.
They can't agree on a weight limit yet. They're trying to hash out the new government, so it'll take a while if he waits for them to figure it out.
Well, they're riding pretty high in the sky right now. He loads them up on tradeable assorted metal ingots so they can get ahold of anything else they need from passing ships and bids them goodbye.
The next daily report on the new gate comes in. Things are proceeding slightly ahead of schedule.
The next town is another monarchy. It's much less idyllic than the first one he found, but not outright terrible. More 'inefficient bureaucracy and high taxes' than 'slaves and frequent capital punishment'.
He will go find another town.