"Some people here do."

"That's neat. Hopefully I can make friends." Shrug. "Lead the way. Just know that if you do another nasty trick my revenge will be terrible and come when you don't expect it."

The two start walking, sun drying their skin. 

(Booooored.)

...Ooh, some of his charge came back. And he can use it on a place, not just Tabby.

...Poke? 

He half-stumbles and catches himself as he finds himself suddenly fifteen feet ahead. "Okay, so I can do that too apparently."

Tabby laughs. "Teleporting!"

"Yeah! It's cool. But I don't know what's getting me charge yet. It's really slow most of the time and I wasn't paying attention when it wasn't slow."

"What was it like before you woke up? Like, being a person and all."

"You mean back on Earth? My dad's a total jerk. Mom got rid of him and took me to California. I hope she's okay."

"She's probably in the Sleep-Moon still. Maybe it'll wake her up soon."

"So everyone from the ship is still there, just not awake?"

"Seems like it. So, is it true humans used to suck? Like, we got all dead from living too long and stuff?"

"Uhh... Yeah? I mean, there's doctors to fix some of that but yeah. This seems a lot better. If I were, like, designing things, I'd do it differently though. And then I'd go to Earth and sell it."

"And some people couldn't do handstands? The heck?"

"Ooh, I know this one! Evolution doesn't care about things being good, it just cares about if you make babies, so once people weren't dying fast enough to not make babies they stopped getting better."

"We're pretty good at making babies here!"

"This place is obviously designed by someone. Not evolution. Evolution's when nobody's designing. Anyway, you'll run out of planet eventually like that."

When they climb a hill, the two children find themselves overlooking what appears to be a graveyard of... spaceships? Mostly covered in moss, with streams running between many of them. They also seem to be swarming with children and teens.

"Ooh. Too bad those are all busted. Cool, though. Any bullies I should avoid? Any bosses? Or friends of yours?"

“Bosses?”

"You know, people who think they're in charge. Someone who'd try to make laws or charge taxes."

“Nah, this is just where a lot of us hang out. Near a bunch of tribes and stuff.”

Children are running about the graveyard. Some have odd hair colours, greens and blues and cartoonish, matchstick red. Some are flying, or sculpting light with their bare hands. The general rule seems to be nudity, but with plenty of kids in various types of primitive looking clothing.  Ziplines connect alcoves in the starship hulks. 

"Cool." He walks casually down the hill toward the little settlement, smirking and observing. Anyone who seems to have tech he can go bother?

A few children seem to have set up market stalls. Well, barter stalls. 

"...Ugh, I got nothing to trade yet. 'Cept doing boring chores I guess. Unless you know where to find salvage or something, Tabby?"

"We could go find my brother-cousin."