"Very well. I don't expect to have this done in less than about a week, maybe longer. I understand you used to live nearby and were in New York yesterday?"

"Yep."

"How did you get here so fast?"

"Made a shuttle thing."

"Interesting. We don't seem to have detected any shuttles crossing our airspace, though."

"It was a kinda small shuttle? I can show you but not in here. It didn't look much like real airplanes."

"Did you leave it anywhere?"

"No. I can make stuff I make go away and I figured I could make it again if I wanted to leave Brazil sometime."

"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."