"Huh. That's an interesting way of doing it! And it works, you don't have too many people hoping someone else will contribute?"

"It works for us. We have special institutions for dealing with Dwarf/other friction specifically because that kind of thing doesn't work as well for other species, though some individual people integrate well when they try."

"Huh. Different species have different psychologies sometimes, of course...I'm glad you're able to have a system like that."

Gull gets her a pocket everything. "This is similar to the models you'll find on Amentan planets but it's compatible with all the pealed networks that are themselves up to standard," he says. "Do you have any opinions on what you'd like your email address to be? Many people just go with their names and some hidden numbers to make sure there's no collision - the program will hide the numbers if you like, see, and then you can bring them up this way - but some people like to use words they like or something like that."

"No strong opinion, no." 

He causes her email address to be her name and shows her the rest of the basic features of the everything and how to access the Protected App Source. "You can also access the Unprotected App Source if you go into your settings and uncheck 'protected apps only' but the Protected one strictly limits what can be on there to protect people new to the technology against uncapped expenditures, inefficient use of everything processing power, data sharing they might not fully understand, that sort of thing. You can also temporarily access the Unprotected to get a specific app you expect to be safe based on a personal recommendation, say, and then go back to using Protected."

"That makes sense." 

She goes into the email app and plays around with it to make sure she understands its features.

"I'll go make an addendum to your application with your address in it."

"Thanks!"

"What else can I do for you?" he asks, when he's done this.

"I think at this point I'm just waiting to hear back from Amenta."

"I'll show you to the waiting room, it's a little twisty in here." Waiting room.

She goes with all her entourage to hang out in the waiting room and check her email like a desperate glowficcer hungry for tags. 

It's another eleven minutes and forty-one seconds before the first email arrives from a Soyok of House Synva asking if there's any special setup or conditions she'd find enticing enough to skip any bidding wars that otherwise might develop.

Ummmmmmmmm. Hm. She thinks seriously about it for a minute, tapping the everything thoughtfully, consults her daughters and their companions, and then replies that while there are circumstances she would find more or less enticing on their own merits the bell curve isn't shaped such that she has any particular conditions that would entice her to not evaluate multiple offers before selecting one. 

He replies that he's happy to offer her asking price but expects to be outcompeted and wishes her well.

She wishes him well in return and sits and waits and refreshes her email some more. 

She has lots of people happy to pay her asking price and one who underbids and one who overbids!

Who overbids?

It's a country called Voa. Their email says that they are very interested in ways to improve the condition of the next generation without having to deny their citizens the opportunity to have babies.

That's a pretty good reasoning. She's leaning towards accepting Voa's offer but will wait a while longer to see if there's anything even better. 

There are some more overbids, plus invitations to suggest perks or alternative forms of compensation, but they're under Voa's quote.

She emails Voa saying she'll accept their bid and everyone else with regretful rejection notices. 

Voa asks that she appear at the office of an Allocator Bauo at her convenience during the following working hours or make an appointment with him on this site if she doesn't want to risk a wait.

When are the working hours relative to right now?