Good.

Doctor Ximenes is there with someone in the right uniform after school to pick him up.

He bounds over.

"Hello! How was your day?" she asks.

"Tedious but I like making everybody presents."

She smiles. "I wanted to talk to you about yesterday's class, well, yesterday, but all of that happened. Do you think you could come talk to me after lunch today?"

"Can't we talk in the car?"

"If you like. Most patients tend to prefer privacy, though."

"Sure but I don't need therapy."

"Even so."

"It's not private anyway, there are cameras hidden everywhere. Fake privacy's worse than no privacy."

"—what?"

"Fake privacy is worse than no privacy," he says patiently. "If I wanted therapy for some reason I think I would take my therapist to the moon with me or something."

"What do you mean by cameras hidden everywhere?"

He makes all of the cameras in headquarters, in tiny form, in his hand.

"There certainly aren't any cameras in the rooms I talk to patients in!"

He checks.

She's right.

He extends his hand to show her. "Okay."

To the car, then.

"I still don't mind talking in the car."

"Well, we'll spend a while here. Do you want to tell me in more detail about your days at school?"

"Uh, the teacher explains things and then the other kids need lots of repetition to get it but I don't so I just sit there waiting until they all know it and then we move on to something else. The first day everyone knew it but we still had to go slow because it was the curriculum. Sometimes I am allowed to sit in the back and listen to music but then the other kids get jealous. Recess is fun, I make people things. I like making people things. I can't wait to end scarcity, how much longer is that going to take?"

"I think they'll have a new city plan by the end of the week. I heard you promised a girl you could bring people back."

"Yeah I'm going to figure it out by this winter."