She is slower than the mirror-faced snake, and for some reason it is choosing to chase her, and she is not in dense enough forest to lose it by going up a tree or between a couple too narrowly spaced for it. So it catches her before emergency services can turn up.
And then she is somewhere else, in a not particularly attractive room next to a person who looks sort of off somehow.
"Excuse me," she says, taking a step out of his personal space.
"- okay, given that," Cam gestures at the hat and looks at Hemaka, "is any purpose served by my hanging out in the cell, it seems like all it's going to do is make it inconvenient for me to snack."
"Gimme a notebook," Cor tells Cam. He gets one and scribbles industriously while they wait.
There is, indeed, a harried-looking guard along shortly to confirm that Cam can go.
The Maitimos are gathered around talking.
"Hello," he says to Cam. "Do I need to try to convince you not to destroy this world despite all the torture."
"Uh, nobody has even credibly offered to cut it out if I destroy the world, even given that it took a while to get to the point where I pulled the trigger, I really didn't like doing it the first time, my understanding is it's largely not happening on this plane let alone this planet, and there seems to be a lot of other potential avenues for fixing it? So like... not this year and I'd really rather it seem less central to everybody's impression of me even though that's probably not a very fair ask? I've done other stuff."
"I did also want to ask about other stuff. Anaander was trying to explain to us how contraception works."
"I can make contraception but that's not a good long term solution."
"Not to the afterlife situation, it'll just improve everyone's lives a bunch in this world."
"No, I mean, I'm the most likely person of the contingent to disappear even if no intentional sending-us-home solution is found. I can't even voluntarily control it if they have me dismissed. You can't run your contraception on stuff I make forever."
"Maybe? I don't know how exactly you're integrating magic with your manufacturing base or what, like, plants you have - I can just make you plants but I don't know what climate this is, I don't know if you have people competent to perform surgery -"
Nod. "And if you only have a little time maybe you should spend it elsewhere - I guess I can at least outline what 'elsewhere' might be -"
He explains the afterlives. The other miscellaneous planes. The other countries in Golarion - "so almost everyone in Cheliax goes to Hell. Isger - Chelish client state, same story. River Kingdoms, constant state of power struggles among various fiefdoms and warlords, in lots of places total anarchy. They're losing territory over here to Razmiran, run by an evil wizard claiming to be a god. Numeria, here, has a famine. I guess maybe you could fix that. The famine is caused by their present ruler having seized thirty percent of the country's grain to make a lake of alcohol to swim in."
"I have some intelligence suggesting he's actually a drug-addicted puppet for some local mages with an agenda. I don't know more than that, it's awfully far from here."
Cam glances at Anaander. "In your experience with running human societies without ongoing spontaneous matter generation input what would you call the low hanging fruit here? I only know how to end material scarcity if people can keep summoning daeva whenever they feel like it indefinitely."
"I read evil too," Cam points out. "If she's helping she's helping, though admittedly that wasn't a very helpful answer. What would you have me in my capacity as a material-object-generator do in the next five days."
"You could totally leave us with the resources to conquer the place in five days," says Anaander, pouting. "If they won't use it, then I don't know, maybe the internet? Satellites last a long time, it makes people richer, it's rough on bad governments. The governance problems are really really going to get in the way of making anything better for people here."
"I can do an internet," Cam says, picking up his computer and flipping through stuff on it. "Assuming the laws of physics work normally here and dictators aren't just going to send wizards into space to crash the satellites. How's the literacy rate?"
"Nearly all men can read in Osirion. I think it's less than that in most places but not much less."
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