Cam is dipping a grilled cheese sandwich into a bowl of tomato soup when he feels the summons. He goes ahead and grabs it. Doesn't even drop the sandwich.
Here is the cure for AIDS. It's 1999, that ought to be exciting. Migraine drugs. Safe general anaesthesia. Cam can personally fix certain forms of colorblindness but this has not yet been made to scale for mortal-based pipelines. But for regular blindness, here's something for glaucoma. Here's a snazzy cochlear implant. Here is a four-minute summary on the political debate about deaf people and culture associated therewith, so, maybe be careful with that one. Burn treatment! Death to the guinea worm! Tetanus vaccines that don't need booster shots! Elephantiasis is a thing of the past! Stroke recovery protocol!
Cam will just chug a gallon of coffee and carry on lecturing to a rotating audience of scientists all day and night if they let him.
Coffee for all! Coffee and information on ulcers and warts and hemorrhoids and the common cold.
Good for them. Would any of them like slightly more futuristic stimulants? Cam is a daeva and caffeine will do the trick but the scientists might enjoy modafinil.
Modafinil for all. Something more futuristic for those who don't find modafinil happens to work for them. And now it is time for what Cam knows about allergies, avulsions, prion disease, and eating disorders!
Cam runs out of important quality-of-life stuff after lecturing near-continuously for thirty-six hours, and encounters his notes about baldness and cosmetic eye color changes. He pauses, says that he doesn't mind it being known that he will auction off this sort of information to the highest bidder so he can have some non-counterfeit local currency to work in but it is not germane to his purpose here today, and does anyone need extra copies of the books he's been conjuring throughout this lecture or have any last-minute questions before he takes a break and then flies to China?
Well, they can all have extra copies of the books, plenty to share around. They can also have some appetizer platters; some of these people haven't eaten anything but stimulants in a day and a half, Cam saw them - and then Cam heads out, wagging his tail, and gets in his little spaceship.
Does anyone know where Daphne is?
"Thanks! I have just explained to many very exciting government scientists many many things and while I am not technically tired I do want a brief change of pace before I go do it all over again in Chinese."