"The first step is to ask your parents for permission."

"Daaaaaad..."

"I don't know how we're going to afford things or find a place to live in the long run, let alone deal with a dog!" he says.

"It's probably wise to wait on a puppy until you have a stable place to live," the AI agrees gently.

"Well where are we supposed to go?" asks the kid.

"I don't know," the AI says. "It will depend on what your parents decide. And they have to learn more about Villarosa before they can decide." 

"What do they have to learn?"

"That information was not in my briefing."

"Oh." The kid decides to read up on how to care for puppies in lieu of getting a puppy Right Now. The dad starts looking at real estate listings.

There are a variety of real estate listings of a variety of prices listed. Reading between the lines, while some of the cities are built as densely as an Amentan city, especially on the capital planet, not all of them are. 

"Dogs need walks," says the kid. The dad adjusts his search to accommodate this need.

Even in the really densely built cities, there tend to be parks sprinkled around (some on rooftops and some not) where one can go to exercise a pet. Several of them are advertised for this purpose. 

Linda and Internet Guy return shortly thereafter. "How is everything?" she asks.

"The toys are VERY GOOD," announces the one year old, who has pooled blocks with the non-dog-wanter two-year-old in a common area and built a village.

"My kid wants a dog," says the guy whose kid wants a dog, looking a little overwhelmed, "and I'm not sure about anything between here and there..."

"That's extremely reasonable. I'm talking to some people about getting retraining stuff set up but we don't know much about what reds are going to want to retrain as, yet."

"I don't know what there is," says someone. "Can I be a wizard? Is that a thing we can do?"

"Kashi said there was demand for farmers? - and waste disposal but I don't actually know if that will actually take any less retraining, your equipment will be all different," says someone else.

"I want to be a spaceship pilot," says a third red.

"I assume you can be wizards. Do you want to try a spell?"

"Yeah!" says the would-be wizard.

"Solace-delta-sexta, offer him a preprint light spell." 

Something unfolds in his mind, almost like a strong mental image of a sort of mandala pattern. He can't automatically tell what each piece of it means, but he can tell that each piece means something, and he can tell that he can sort of push on the gap in the center in order to execute it. 

...push!

A little firework-like light bursts in front of him. 

"You can be wizards!" Linda says brightly, giving him a thumbs-up. 

"Well, that's what I want to do then."

"We can't all be wizards just because being wizards would be cool," says the one interested in farming.

"Yes, some of us will have to be spaceship pilots instead," says the would-be spaceship pilot.

"Okay, I think the preliminary proposal I draw up is going to have a focus on training for jobs that de facto don't exist on Amenta, with a more generalized orientation to get people familiarized with the local economy and conditions and educational standards and so on before being funneled into more conventional training programs for people who want to be farmers and so on."

"Plenty of us will be fine with doing conventional things like farming," says Farming Red. "Especially those of us who are older."

"What are the educational standards?" asks the parent of Dog Kid.

"Well, nobody goes through all the mandatory schooling without picking up any magic, for example."

"I heard there aren't population controls here at all, is that right? Besides your eugenic screening," says a different red.

"Yep. Probably once we have a solid enough handle on engineering you guys there'll be some soft pressure to select for milder springs, but it's not like anyone's running out of room. Space is big."