"Well, perhaps we can help each other. Where I am from summoning is common. Accidentally summoning a demon with no bindings on much less so but it would be really, really weird for somebody to appear a winged person and have no idea what was going on. Also, religions which ascribe significance to demons and angels are still extant, if less popular and increasingly schizophrenic about how the summonable versions interact with their theology. Now, where the heck am I, please?"
Gas bags, hallway, stacks of food and other things in crates, hallway, control room completely devoid of electronics and mostly devoid of metal. Is that bone? Yes it is.
"What are the properties of summoned demons, anyway?"
"If it's not broken, don't fix it. Right. Well my wishlist starts with proper instruments, barometer being the first one I thought of, telescope, electric things for light and pumps and radio, proper fuel-cell engines instead of steam burners... I should probably take you to a town. They'll need more things than I ever will."
"I will be perfectly honest with you: all your technology looks to me like extremely ingenious stone-age crap. I can just fill out your wishlist and then move on to the town, but this seems a little like meeting a guy in a cave with a stone knife and getting him a new one instead of offering him a pair of decent shoes and the secrets of domesticating the tasty animals."
"I don't think it's the same tech tree. We don't have stargates, for instance. But, like," Cam makes his computer, "this is my computer, it stores and manipulates and presents data, it can hold a decent fraction of the sum total of media output from the last forever or connect to a somewhat larger device which could hold literally all of it, it can translate between any languages it 'knows' and connect to networks of similar devices, and only I can operate it because I have a gadget in my brain notifying it of my mental commands."
"Delightful." He's been manipulating the stone-age crap controls during the conversation. The ship is now turning left and descending. "I'm quite unsure how to be efficient with your ability. If you made an unusually huge floatstone island and encouraged immigration it would centralize things, at least."
"Computers run on electricity. They're not, in advanced forms, particularly prone to catching fire, but you definitely should not open one up, get it wet, or subject it to mechanical stress. If that seems like an improvement, yes, I can render your library as a computer file with a computer to match."
"Right this way." He clicks a bone-lever into place and a few other mechanisms snap to a halt. He goes back out to the hall, opens a wooden door to open air (the ship is moving downright sedately by modern standards, the wind can't be more than twenty miles an hour), ties a knot to his belt in a well-practiced motion, and starts climbing up ridges that form a ladder built into the (stone?) hull.
The ship is roughly pill-shaped. The greenhouse takes up much of the topside's space, but a large section of the front is free of glass, rope mountings, and the other miscellaneous adornments that dot the ship.
"I could drill a hole through the ship for wires. Electricity needs wires, I think. Hull of this ship is the same stuff the core of big islands are made of by the way. Floatstone. Mostly hydrogen, neutrally buoyant at 150 kilometers or so."
"Well, I don't know either, if you have a ton of continent drift going on down there or some kind of weird pressure issue I might have to leave it alone, but I could make a whole new planet from scratch and don't see why I shouldn't at least consider patching this one."
"Tracking devices are a thing, because why not, lost technology. That'll work, sure. Before you fly off could I have the non-electricity-making part of the computer with some introductory science books, and a half ton or so of ductile steel and a forge or more likely whatever fantastic machines a technologically advanced society uses to make miscellaneous objects without direct demon intervention? Or is that not a thing, because you don't need it?"
"I could keep myself busy for weeks testing new tools. Bit of a tinkerer. I hope I'm being informative enough by the by, do let me know if I need to adjust my attitude."
There are occasional clouds of floating seeds which if tested prove to be full of hydrogen. Palm-size critters with little balloons feed on these when they can catch one. Small birds snatch seeds out of the air, large birds of prey snatch the palm-size critters. That's probably a jellywing, it looks really... Bloated and green.
A different kind of palm-sized critters, these covered in spines in an almost pufferfishy way. A little village, probably too far away for anyone to notice his nonbird shape and coloring. More clouds of seeds. (Seriously, that stuff seems to be everywhere.) A very irregularly shaped island that seems to be just a tangle of plants. Perhaps it broke off from something larger. More jellywings... That's probably a bladesquid. It looks mean.
That appears to be a town! There are a lot of what are probably ships and not islands given the propellers and glass coming to and fro, at least.
Islands and wildlife are less common, and the exact species have changed dramatically. Though those pesky clouds of seeds are still here, if not in such numbers or size.
The air is starting to get pretty unpleasant. It's thick and warm and seems to not have as much oxygen as it used to. An extremely thick layer of very dark, almost black clouds is visible below by now.
The dark, thick layer of clouds is trying to burn his skin with both temperature and chemistry. When he passes through, the air below would still be killing a human, just not quite as aggressively. The surface is visible in spots between more dark, thick clouds if he has a sufficiently powerful light source, now.
The rock: Is rock. It has a thick layer of buildup that has the same composition as the black clouds, but beneath that it's fairly unremarkable basalt. Over there is some granite.
The fact that the only rocks he can find here are volcanic in nature might indicate that the planet is pretty seismically active, or might indicate that he picked a bad spot.
He pulls his ship up above the cloud layer and looks for an inhabited island. On the way he calls Nick.
Before he's done answering them all, he notices that it indeed gets more crowded as he approaches the equator.
That probably qualifies as a town - a dozen or so islands tied together with thick webs of rope. Stacks of houses that almost look like apartments densely laid out on top the islands and built into their sides, with five ships anchored above the houses. Gardens are here and there, and two plumes of smoke emerge from a pair of chimneys.
He restrains the surprised look on his face at the sudden muffin piece. Mostly. "I, uh, don't think we're the most qualified place to tell you about the stargate. Most things about that time are rumor and hearsay now. If you find a larger town they may have a more substantial library. As to local culture, do you mean things like the floater festival?"
"As far as I know 'angels' are part of an old religion where God lives high in the sky and sends winged people down when he needs something done on the surface. I'm the mayor of Oli, yes. We're small enough that a regular democratic election and town council still works reasonably well. There are plans to divide the place into three districts if the population crosses two thousand. We mostly work as a brewery town. Where are you from?"
The great hall is pretty big, and seems to be made almost entirely of artful stained glass depicting the local critters, people building things, airships of the local design, and something that might be the stargate framed with black speckled with occasional silver dots. What's not glass is mostly shiny polished wood.
At one end is a slightly raised section. Perhaps a stage or something. The center of the hall is clear of furniture, for now at least.
"Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am mayor Harold Cavel of Oli. Would you like some beer?"
Once he notices the metal he becomes intent and focused. "...Metal. At least two pounds of it. If you're not cheating for some reason, pulling these pre-assembled out of the nowhere, you're going to change all of Cloudbank. I've already said we don't know much about the stargate, shall I summarize what we do know about it? What else do you want to know?"
The mayor runs out of things he wants for town property. Then he tries to collect and order requests for things so Cam isn't just listening to people shouting what they want. He's also balancing the town's weight budget, and eventually asks him to expand the islands' floatstone a few feet. He could be here a while if he doesn't decide to be done at some point.
He can go in through the giant ragged hole in one of the bulges along the side, revealing cross sections of rooms and hallways and what might very well be the remains of a reactor of some kind.
It's pretty much all various bits of engineering from airlocks to power relays to server rooms, reactors, and 'alignment coils'. There's elevators, a station train, a control center, housing and facilities for ten crew. The most largest individual rooms are labelled as the 'Primary Entanglement System' and 'Backup Entanglement System'.
It's full of bulky, vaguely server-like boxes trailing wires in every direction. The centerpiece is a large sphere whose top layer is some sort of ceramic, with plenty of ports for wires going to the boxes. Some of the wires and boxes are missing or torn in a way that looks like a human did it (as opposed to sudden decompression).
There's a lot to sift through, in a mix of slightly off his Earth's standard English and similarly off-standard German. Personal journals. Lots of correspondence and forum posting. Credited as partial author on eleven scientific papers about obscure particle physics and primary author of one. The piles of bureaucracy reveal what he's looking for: Daily reports on the status of the entanglement systems. Efficiency and calibration and diagnostic. Personal notes on the project. Presentations attempting to explain the engineering concepts to upper management. Blueprints.
According to these documents this world's physics are not quite the same as the ones he's used to once you go below the atomic level. The math is complex, but the entanglement system uses this to convince one unit of space to be in two places at the same time. This allows faster than light communication and, with enough convoluted supporting systems, FTL travel.
Cam is not sure if he can make entangled spaces.
So instead he patches the hole in the station, gently disconnects all of the everything from the entanglement sphere, clears the room of movable objects, and replaces everything that used to be there as of when it was last working, connected as it once was.
It's a very long operator's manual interspersed with lots of warnings and references to jargon that varies from the engineering principles he knows, but it exists.
Cam pokes his way through it. No point blowing up the whole station and having to gamble on being able to make entangled spaces after all. All he really needs to know is the features of its output, though; he can make his own generator when he knows how much juice goes where.
The portion of the planet where Nick was happens to be visible from here, but unless Cam's phone is powerful enough to reach from a high orbit all the way down to the planet below he'll probably have to install a satellite relay. Or figure out backward compatibility with the one that's already here.
The entanglement comms thing beeps. I am a non-sapient expert system. I use the term 'I' but I am not a person. The last communication from this entanglement indicated that its supporting systems were destroyed or inoperable. Predictions indicated a very small chance the damage would be repairable. Diagnostics indicate that the station still does not have active life support systems. I am confused. Please confirm that there is a human presence at the opposite node by answering the following question: How many more sides does a square have than a triangle?
"In any case," Nick continues, "I've been thinking about how to get stuff to people as fast and efficiently as possible. If you send out a swarm of little bird-size ships with computers to explain things to everyone you can find, they can call you or me or someone with what they want and you can send another ship with the stuff."
If Cam doesn't ask it anything, after three and a half minutes, Assistant Stargate Commissioner Lyl Jupiter is now online. Her messages will be subject to approximately two seconds of lightspeed delay.
In a different text color: Hello, Cam. Sounds like you're not in danger or needing anything immediately. Is that the case?
Excellent! I think it's very surprising that you managed to repair a dead link, especially on a low-infrastructure world. The whole web had written G seven-two-one off as a dead end. Not nearly as habitable or resource-rich as it looked from a distance and probably everyone was going to die out, so no re-establishing mission was sent. The answering machine says you want plans and specs to repair the gate itself. Can I ask where you'll be getting the parts and material? Some of these things are very tricky to make.
Alright, we'll get blueprints for that. My engineer has arrived. He says the only important parts are that you have the equipment in the entanglement room set up right, which diagnostics say they are, that the station has as little angular momentum as possible, and all 30 alignment coils in pristine condition and zipped up, powered and cooled. The exact details of the engineering behind it don't matter. Is a part number and installation guide for the coils good enough?
He'll have to clear away miscellaneous debris and damaged parts and other things. And either bring the other three reactors online or replace them with more of his thorium plants. This thing consumes one heck of a lot of juice in full-on gate mode.
Once that's done, time to fire it up. He can only do this from the control room as a security feature, unless he completely rips out and redesigns the computer systems.
A different voice takes over. "No, no, it does work that way it's just the- yes, it was ceramic spheres. Just the spheres that have to start colocated. They contain each end of the entanglement, and the rest of the station extends it into a sort of film. But this link is a three-centuries-old design and can't use modern gate systems seamlessly. New style entanglements are smaller and thus lighter and thus much much cheaper to send on fast interstellar trips."
"Right. I'm not the final decision maker here but if you agree to make some reasonable quantity of things especially in low infrastructure worlds - more along the lines of medicine and computers than weapons, of course - I think we'll be able to push a rush-through to reconnect this gate as quickly as possible."
Cam hangs out in the station. He patches the hole until the place is airtight, in case someone wants to walk through once the gate's established and feels uncomfortable with the presence of a hole. He has dinner. He works on design for little drones to deliver the good news to the Cloudbank people.
"I did get a real person! They have to do some engineering on their end for anything other than data to come through. Your printer can do other materials but not just anything you have lying around, the steel raw I gave you is not-quite-exactly-steel and it would similarly need not-quite-exactly whatever else."
He's about seventy degrees away planetwise. The stargate's in a high orbit (geosynchronous), so it'd only take a little longer if he was actually on the other side given the time needed to descend.
This town is a lot larger. There are hundreds of islands tied together in a carefully laid out sort of inverse pyramid, with more hidden inside. The resulting shape is like a conical section of a sphere. Buildings are part of the islands themselves as opposed to mostly built on top of them like in the first town. It looks like there could be quite a maze of tunnels inside. Mirrors and skylights here and there seem designed to bring light into the structure. At the very top is a grandiose shiny glass tower surrounded by spear-armed and white-uniformed guards.
Shortly Cam has a crowd of people shouting things. Rata turns around and yells them into a line.
Most people want tools and raw materials of various sorts. One person asks for a replica of their wedding ring, which fell off years ago. Another one wants a mirror. They don't seem to get that Cam can do complex machines yet.
After a few minutes, the guards come back with friends. The person they're escorting just ignores the line. Nobody calls him out on it.
"Kind stranger! Lord Helric would like to welcome you to his realm, humble thought it may be. Unfortunately he cannot come see you personally as his health is not what it once was. I am his representative."
"I would have you discuss the broad strokes of whatever advanced technology you are capable of with the head librarian and the other ministers while our clerks tour the districts and assemble lists of personal desires, with relative priority marked. I would then speak to Lord Helric to hear his judgment on the balance of weight and altitude while you fill some of the lighter requests. We would want infrastructure conveniences filled first and personal ones second."
The library manages to be quite stereotypically stuffy, with a classic old-book-smell mixed with more local flavors of paper, but there is enough clear space for a dozen people near the front. Helric's representative introduces him to the Guardsmaster, Weightminder, Chief Grower, Head of Construction, some less important ministers, and the Head Librarian herself. Most of these people are fairly elderly.
"Technology. It's not exactly lost technology - long story - but it's basically the same idea, and if you have a really specific idea of a lost technology you want I can replicate it. I can make helium, which doesn't catch fire and is almost as light as hydrogen. I can make food you don't have, and seeds for it. I can do medicine."
Diseases of various sorts. Vaccines in Cloudbank are crude at best, apparently. Accidental injuries are fairly common. There's probably some chemical exposure at work here, long term damage in everyone from the traces of less-than-ideal chemicals in the atmosphere. Occasional malnutrition - increased variety of food will hopefully solve that by itself.
Cam will need to do some work to get vaccines for local diseases up and running, but he can skip a lot of steps if they'll give him space to put a lab and list the common names of diseases. For injuries here are various things that are useful to promote healing, prevent infection generically, pin bones together, etc., etc. If anyone has acute poisoning problems he can address that personally but it's a little harder to give them the stuff to do it on their own.
The doctors... Are not up to Cam's standards, but they're not terrible at their jobs. The place also has more standard health woes, from eyesight problems (they have this covered mostly, they're good at glass), to cancer to heart/endocrine/mental health issues. But the diseases and injuries are definitely most urgent.
The Head of Construction wants electricity. For lights, elevators, power tools...
Cam gives them what he's got on heart disease and cancer and psychiatric drugs.
Where would they like their generators? He recommends wind power, considering.
The Weightminder has finished his plans about where to add floatstone to the island.
The Head of Construction is going to need more information on the size, maintenance requirements, weight, etc, of the generators. "In all directions especially below the main city" is the general idea. There is a sort of rope scaffolding down there already, to catch accidental falls, that could be stiffened and hold generators.
The generators don't need to be mobile but most outside surface area of the floatstone is already occupied by windows, catwalks, etc.
If they have so much trouble with finding good spots for wind generators maybe they'd like a little reactor? Or hydrogen generator, since they have no shortage of that.
The lists of desired personal possessions are starting to come in, and clerks are boiling the lists down. The Weightminder has allotted 40 kilos per person, and changes this to 60 if Cam agrees to extend the place's floatstone.
The Head of Construction asks Cam, again, if he's quite sure he doesn't want anything in return.
Helric's Representative wonders if Cam would be willing to see if he can do anything for Helric's health. Which is heavily implied to be Not Good.
(After the majority of useful stuff that uses electricity is installed, more than half of the lists of personal requests are done being collated and summarized.)
The parade is airborne! Decorative floats literally float, the people participating weave around in wingsuits and gliders or use a sort of one-person balloon when they don't just ride the floats.
It makes a circuit around the top of the island and descends to do it again below, and even goes through a couple of the largest gaps into the interior and out the other side.
And the party that follows after is pretty grand, too. City-wide. The feast is in the streets. People wander around with pots and platters of whatever they made as a sort of gigantic potluck, with everything the royal chefs could come up with after sixteen hours of access to a much wider variety of ingredients lined up under tents in the parks. The somewhat-more-healthy king even makes a big show of pardoning some minor criminals (with legitimate crimes) because it'd be a shame if they couldn't go to the party. Non-citizens from the visiting trade ships (Are there more ships than there were yesterday? A lot more?) are welcomed as well. There's sports and singing and drinking and people yammering about how great everything's going to be.
He has a message from someone called Dr. Shen that says the first day of gate construction went well, and Lyl Jupiter sent over a heavily redacted list of descriptions-of-star-systems. From infrastructure level to political structure to economic information to language and ethnicity to coordinates. They were very liberal in redacting names.
The United Systems is managing things pretty well, from the point of view of these documents. There are some pointless political conflicts and unresolved development issues and the occasional terror attack. But there's no large scale war, mostly because gate endpoints tend to be hold a single political entity the defending party can just turn off the gate that's being attacked. There's a universal bill of human rights that is actually enforced, mostly. There are 3823 connected systems, 639 of which have more than 1 million inhabitants and 18 of which have more than 1 billion.
"Yet."
"Why'd you shoot at him anyway, Gus? You're supposed to be the lookout not the shootout."
"I saw something scary pop straight through the fog. It's only natural to think of predators when someone acts like that!"
"Fire and thunder, you're- Hey, not-angel, are you hurt?"
More people are showing up. Some holding a variety of weapons (improvised and actual), some just looking curious and worried. This guy seems to be the leader since they calm down once they see him talking to Cam.
Someone in the crowd raises their hand. "Nope! Electricity will blow you up unless you know what you're doing!"
"You could teach us!"
"That'd take weeks!"
Vaned says, "Folks, we're drifting off altitude, and that jellywing's about to come in. Can I have each section leave two or three people to talk to Cam and everyone else get back to work? I promise we'll all share whatever he gives us. That's the whole point of the co-op." There is a variety of muttering, some resentful, but the crowd starts dispersing.
"Socialist? I don't know that word, but we get more done together. Some hunters, some scouts, some crafters, some butchers. If people started hoarding things others would get fed up and leave and the whole thing dries up. Only three of the original ships left, but I'm proud to say I've kept this little band together in one way or another for six years."
"I think I have a pretty good idea of what people need," Vaned says to the remaining crowd, "But please speak up if I seem to be forgetting something. Cam, we're high on ballast right now, about, mm, forty tons of margin unless you want to start making whole new ships. We've got the hands for them at any rate."
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.
Three major groups shake out: One is people with no attachments, they want to leave on their own island right now. The second is people who want to rescue other slaves or convince family members to come along and then leave. The third wants to knock the slavers off their pedestal and watch them burn.
After a while she says that most of them are accounted for. The rest have probably been freed since she's last heard gossip or have been spirited away by the masters once they heard what was happening.
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?
He encounters one of the first towns he gave presents to. They've tripled in size as people decided to move in, and would certainly appreciate more stuff. And another slave-having town after that. And more and more towns, so many towns... Democracies seem most common followed by socialist governments of various sorts, then monarchies, and the rest are hard to categorize.
The ship is a very stylish thing that manages to be both sleek and stately, a fair bit bigger than Cam's little shuttle. It efficiently maneuvers to the station's docking bay without any visible exhaust or engines. Even though Cam fixed the station's life support, the people who get off it are still wearing spacesuits. Remarkably compact spacesuits barely bulkier than a 21st century winter coat, but spacesuits none the less. One has green skin, and most of them have strange eye colors. They're also followed by a small swarm of drones whose purpose is not immediately clear.
The first figure to approach is a short tanned man who introduces himself as "Jones Newell, Registered Diplomat. Never thought I'd see the farside of a dead link. I look forward to working together, Cam."
A lady with bright gold irises has her suit peel itself off into a little bundle revealing a shorts-and-shirt combo, though. She makes a hand gesture and one of the bulkier drones picks it up. "I'm Vinga," she says, "No last name."
Introductions and polite handshakes all around. Then Jones asks, "How do you want to move forward?"
"I've been spot-infrastructuring various Cloudbank towns for a while but it's hard to get any sort of comprehensive set of them. I've run into duplicates often enough that I think I may have gotten to more than half of the large settlements - it's not that densely populated. I don't know what your plan to reintegrate them with the wider galactic culture might be. Nor am I sure where or how you'd like to collect your bribery."
"There's some economic rules on our end, most notably a lockout of any non-United Systems-affiliated corporations here until the local government is running, to prevent corruption. And thoroughly restricted immigration until the local government exists well enough to decide for itself. We have plans for the... Bribery... But I imagined you'd want to talk them over with someone who has full authority. I'm just a diplomat."
"A federation is one of the common choices which will be described in the instructional materials. If Cloudbank's inhabitants decide on a federal structure with individual towns acting relatively freely, then they'll get a federation. I believe such a federation would be obliged to enforce United Systems law on the individual towns, however."
The United Systems is itself a federation, and the parts of the law it enforces upon members basically boil down to 'enforce the universal bill of human rights, pay your 3% taxes, plus economic regulations.'
His new device beeps. The process seems reasonable, though some parts of it are slightly sketchy, in a badly-organized sort of way more than an actively malicious way.
The list is a bit long. The most time consuming would be that he's expected to be well-versed in United Systems law, current issues, etc, and actively contribute to the discussion thereof. There's no 'must make ten comments a day' rule but if he's particularly non-participatory he could be booted out completely. At least most congress seems to take place electronically, he'd only be required to be physically present in a specific place for twenty days out of a year.
"I have a list of everything you'd need to... Make, to jump-start the referendum process here." Ping! New file. "Will you be keeping ownership of this gate or turning it over to the United Systems? The advantage of the latter would be that you aren't locked out of the referendum process. If you still control the gate you could conceivably threaten to close it if you don't like the results, so the law is set up to prevent that. Either way, we'd like to install a maintenance drone flock and a skeleton crew of three people. Just in case."
Jones asks, "You see any problems in the comms distribution plan?" The distribution plan is basically 'Cam makes a large quantity of this and that model drone, as well as the space station that has server room and coordinating systems for them, and also a self-deploying satellite network.' It's very detailed and apparently almost completely automated once the dronephones exist.
"After this system is set up for contact... If you have no objections to being used as disaster relief, you can help correct a famine in the Ixia system. A previously unknown insect with a multi-year lifecycle devastated crops there last season, and trade can't proceed as long as the gate is taken up with trains of famine relief carriers. We have a whole list of things that you would be handy for, and that's the first item."
They take a short hop that feels like much less acceleration than it actually is, then they'd like that station, a hundred of this kind of drone for satellite infrastructure and cleaning orbital debris, two thousand large drones holding smaller drones holding tablet-things. If possible the servers in that station should start existing with such-and-such programs already installed.
A team of drones takes it upon themselves to tow things into place. The Cloudbank internet is working in short order. With the effort of the computer scientist who came along it even finds most of the phones and computers that Cam has already distributed. (Some have been lost or broken.) Four people board the station and start working on setting up various websites, from social networks to wikis to video streaming and games to the election infrastructure, and spreading the good news and answering Cloudbankers' questions that the FAQ didn't cover, leaving only a few still with Cam.
"To Ixia?"
He still wants a spaceship. And, is this email thing safe from spying?
New email: Nick has now written such a thing.
It says, Private message to Cam. I accidentally summoned you once. I'm not foolish enough to try to replicate the feat, but I still don't understand the mechanics of summoning and I worry that I may accidentally send you away, or run down a timer of some sort. Which would be a great tragedy for all involved. It may be a good idea to set a deadman switch or similar to distribute instructions on how to deliberately summon you to someone in the case that you are removed somehow.
The shuttle approaches a third gate. This one is very high traffic, with cargo-y looking ships passing through every thirty seconds at least. When they're through the pilot announces that they're on approach to Ixia.
If Cam has a remote view and extremely precise coordinates of some empty warehouses, can he create hundreds of thousands of tons of soy and grain from here, or do they need to land?
They're in geosynchronous orbit soon enough. Unless Cam wants to land, for safety purposes. It would be no trouble and only about an hour's delay.
The government of Ixia would like to give Cam a line of credit, which they are hoping he does not already have and could use to hire people or similar things, to make some more things for them. Jones, as the United Systems' representative, looks like he would have really liked to block that message but has been ordered not to.
Instead he suggests either a visit to the planet Yod, which is a large planet with close-to-Earth gravity in the ideal solar zone around a remarkably stable star that unfortunately lacks any topsoil or atmosphere whatsoever and is home only to a few speculative mining firms and geologists and the like who can be evacuated and compensated in a jiffy, or to Mars to speed up terraforming for its approximately 2.3 billion citizens. The latter would be more immediately beneficial but the former would be quicker and easier to hear Cam tell it.
On the way there, Jones asks about other things the United Systems might like. Patrol ships (armed only with towing equipment) according to these blueprints, large numbers of copies of prefab space station parts and non-terraformed-planet colony infrastructure, empty Gateships that can be loaded up with entanglements and sent on their way to increase the number of connected systems and the number of internal connections, lost historical treasures and artwork...
It's a long string of jumps to Yod, five in total. They stop along the way to add new living space and hydroponics to a space station.
Here is Yod! The mining companies have been bribed off the planet, as well as most of the geologists, but one stubbornly refuses to leave and the United Systems is not going to forcibly remove her.
"If you can give me accurate core samples in a systematic grid over a few areas - depth too - with extra focus on one or two spots, I'll be gone in two hours. Map, where's my map..." The map is quickly mailed to Cam's copy of their tablet-things. "Rocky, er, the ship, has space for them, the university gave me a big old cruiser because it was available."
A few days later Cam gets a very thorough information packet on the Green Mars Project with commentary from experts on how suddenly creating large amounts of whatever would affect things. They wrote up a revised plan based on Cam existing and want a week's warning before he starts the atmosphere so they can shut down all nonessential activities and have emergency services on high alert.
And a few days after that Cloudbank-at-large has decided that their overall structure will be a loosely democratic federation with state boundaries decided by latitude and altitude. Each band will get a proportional-to-population set of representatives chosen by a 'single transferable vote' system. Each individual town/village/house-on-a-rock will be free to govern itself however it likes as long as it pays its taxes, allows people to vote fairly, follows the local band's laws, etc. There's still a whole lot left to figure out, but they have an artist's impression of a government now.
Beyond a few groups who were just looking for a place to do their own thing, religious cooperatives and the like, there's no sudden flood of mass immigration. People mostly don't like uprooting themselves from their routines. Economics wins out, though, and cheap land and clean water and breathable air are all very desirable commodities.
By the time Cam decides he's done with Yod and the government of Mars is here to pick him up, there's something like fifty thousand people on Yod. That number is expected to go up very fast, though, and Yod will go through the same process Cloudbank just did when it passes one million.
He won't be starting from zero. Mars is already covered in various lichens, algae, and bacteria designed to steadily churn out oxygen. Parts of the red planet look... Well, not green, but purpleish. Luckily, these are designed to die off in days when the conditions get closer to Earthalike. The exact instructions are in his information packet and the head of the terraforming project is on call and monitoring.
The galaxy's tallest rollercoaster, a nine-minute ride over 12 kilometers in height and 80 kilometers long, driven to thrilling speeds by gravitics. Olympus Mons ski trips are on hiatus due to the currently-in-flux climate, but the peak is expected to still get snow after terraforming.
The galaxy's third-largest hotel, with the fifth-largest indoor swimming pool attached. The Phobos Microgravity Playground, which despite its childish name is known for zero-gravity sports of all kinds. A place known simply as The Garden, a massive tiered arcology-like structure that is simultaneously park, arboretum, and farm.
The museum would like to know if they can have a few (dozen) replicas, please?
The rollercoaster is pretty great, and the rest of the theme park surrounding is very nice too.
The Garden is dozens of stories tall, lit by real incandescent light, fantastically varied, beautifully arranged, and attended to by an unobtrusive drone swarm. Cam is free to pick and eat anything in here straight off the bush/tree/ground if he likes. (The Gardeners would like some things for their gene bank, if he doesn't mind.)
That's that for his three days of Martian tourist attractions. Shall we move on to spawning hundreds of gates per system to create a deeply interconnected galactic transport network?