"I see," the man says, nodding. "Still, we should probably find a place for you to stay while we iron out the blueprints—and other things. You could help your country a lot with this power of yours, young man."

"Yeah, I know. I want to make it a really nice place for everyone. I think I can make enough food to end hunger, and I tried making 'a cure for cancer' and I got something though dunno if it actually cures cancer."

"Really. All of cancer."

"I dunno, that's what I tried for but it's all new and I don't know how it works exactly."

"What form did this cure take?"

Warp's 23rd century gene-therapy-based cancer treatments, on the table. It looks like a vaccine.

The man walks to it and picks it up, looking at it. "How very peculiar."

AK shifts his weight a bit.

"I don't know if it works, you probably shouldn't try it on people."

"We'll try it on mice," he agrees. "Do you think you could give us a box of these?"

Box of 23rd century cancer treatments.

He smiles gratefully. "Do you have family?"

"I did."

"Oh, I'm very sorry. We have a place where you can stay."

"I can make a house. How long are you thinking it'll be before I can make the city?"

"A week, maybe more."

Sigh. "Okay."

"In the meantime, AK can show you to the parahuman quarters."

"Okay." He stands up. 

Elves move faster than human governments. It's starting to get a bit annoying. He follows AK.

AK leads him through some hallways, somewhat less austere than the main hall, until they reach a small, unadorned bedroom. "Feel free to put any... stuff here, I guess. Someone will show up in a bit to talk to you?"

"Okay. How long's a bit, I haven't slept since - I'm scared I'll have nightmares -"

"—oh. I think, half an hour? An hour maybe? I could get someone to keep you company..."

"No, it's okay."

"Okay. So, uh. Yeah."

Out goes AK.

...tiny scale models of any cameras or microphones in this room or its walls, in his hand?

Oh yeah there are some.