"Uh, you can launch a web browser but it's not connected to anything right now because I have no idea how to make Revelation's latest consumer product line work with 1994 Internet. I know the kind of satellites it does work with, and then I could go put them in orbit and then you could talk to anyone else in the world who had one or, I don't know, play games, write things, read the news..."

"But... how?"

"Have you seen a computer? They had computers by 1994 -"

"I know that one?" she half-asks, pointing at the more-modern-than-1994-computer over there in the corner of the room. "It has a—mouse?"

"Oh, right, sorry. You use your thumb to move the cursor, as if there were a trackpad here but I guess trackpads haven't been invented yet -" he makes himself one and demonstrates.

"Okay..." She tries that, and opens a big smile. "It works!"

"Yep! Uh, there's a text editor, there's a photo editor, there's a messaging app and there's the Internet, once I set it up, I think that's about all that comes on thumbnail computers..."

She opens the text editor and taps a few keys, uncertainly. "I'm not very fast," she admits.

"I'm going to test whether chiplocked computers are safe for parahumans - that's the kind I have, I control it with my brain - but since parahumans have different brain structures than most humans I'll have to be careful about testing before I give it out. Wouldn't be responsible." Bounce bounce.

She nods. "If you can connect this to the internet..."

    And guess who shows up. Hi.

Hi! Want a thumbnail computer, I'm overthrowing the government of Brazil because they're really annoying and mean.

Sure, how're you overthrowing them? Hannah waves at Sadde, and Sadde waves back. "Hi."

    "Hello," Hannah says, in a lower volume than the one she's been using with Fëanáro.

They have censorship, I want to see if I can undermine it by giving everybody thumbnail computers - here is one! - and the Internet.

Ooooh. ...why the Internet? Sadde takes a seat on a sofa there and opens the book she's carrying—the one Fëanáro gave her—and resumes reading it.

    Meanwhile, Hannah gets back to figuring out how to use the computer. "How will you test the brain... thing?"

Brain thing? "Brain thing?" Sadde asks aloud.

"Chiplocked computers, like mine, store their data on a chip in your brain. Don't want to test if it works on parahumans - I might see if I can make parahuman basement-dwellers, get scans of their brains, see if they take chips okay..."

    "What's a basement-dweller?" asks Hannah.

"You can get brain scans?" asks Sadde.

"Not with my powers, just the old fashioned way. And basement-dweller is what people call it when a demon tries to make a person, they come out - not a person -"

"Then how will you know it worked?" asks Sadde.

"I should be able to see on the brain scan."

"The brain scan would work even if the person is all... not a person? I mean, it'd tell you things?"

"Yeah, demon-made people are atom-for-atom the same as real people, they just. Aren't there."

Sadde opens her mouth, looks at Hannah, closes it, then looks at Fëanáro. Doesn't that mean souls are real?

Uh? I mean, flat Elves have souls, and it is true that you'd get a soulless Elf but that comes up other ways, like you can find us when we're dead. Materians have souls, and afterlives, Midgardians have external souls, something gets resurrected on Stork... it works that way for animals too so if standard-issue humans have souls then so does everything smarter than a snail...

I mean that, like... do we have something other than brains making us go?

I don't know. Maybe. But demons can make space Elves, and it'd be weird if they were the only species without something more than atoms to them -