She doesn't believe it, she would not say that she believes it and she wouldn't be lying to say it. But on some level seeing that helps.

She reminds herself how badly she's failed at so many different things, how she should have known better than to come here, how much everyone else hates her, until she's angry enough at herself that it stops being hard.

When her owner comes by Artorian informs them that she got ahold of his scissors and, regrettably, took her own life.

On another planet someone who has just gotten an email from her husband sighs and puts Fere in the resurrection queue at heinous expense and goes and sits by her bedside waiting for the person in happiness-headphones to dance past and wake her.

AAaaaaaaaa what the fuck. Fere absolutely planned for this and was totally told it would happen and yet, somehow, her reaction is to think what the fuck and stifle a scream.

"Hey," says Artorian's wife. "I'm Artorian's wife. You must have made an impression, because that was most of our savings! I mean, we weren't saving for anything in particular, you don't have to feel bad about it, but we can't do that again for a while. Welcome to Zovis."

Artorian tentatively drops off her list of people to screw over at the first opportunity.

"...Thanks. Um. Hi. That was extremely cool and I'm definitely going to be excited about it soon. How do I help you make back your savings."

"Oh, don't worry about that, you just stabbed yourself to get out of slavery in some hellhole, you should be decompressing and spending your UBI on delivery margaritas on the beach, honey. Do you want help getting an apartment and stuff?"

"I need to know what a margarita is, where the nearest beach is, how apartments work, and what the plan is for Sesat. And most importantly whether I have tattoos on my face."

Artorian's wife pulls a mirror out of her pocket. "Not a one, hon. Margarita's a drink, apartments are a place to live, Sesat is - I assume getting the standard spiel, I don't know what they'll do with it?"

She's transfixed by the mirror and her hand hovers as if she's unsure whether to touch it.

"I don't know what the standard spiel is."

"It's, join Vanda Nossëo and get basically whatever you want except continuing to suck? I don't know, I don't work for them, I run a luau restaurant."

"Can you... tell Artorian, or someone, that if they need to ask questions, I can answer?"

"About Sesat? Yeah, sure hon." She pulls out her computer and composes a message.

"Also I probably do need help getting an apartment and stuff but I'm wondering if I can visit Azan."

"Where's that? - is it on your planet? I think you can't casually visit your planet till it's more settled down. Maybe somebody from Azan would come here."

"I don't care about someone from Azan coming here, they can just say what they want about what Azan's like and it doesn't have to be true. They have open borders and if they find out you're keeping people from going there they'll try to conquer you and enslave your army, by the way."

"...well, that won't work at all. I don't know, maybe you can go, I just know I'm not supposed to visit Artorian at work yet. I can show you how to read the bus maps if you want."

"I can read already." Badly. Very badly.

"That'll help! We can get you an Allspeak on the way out. And then get you some clothes that aren't that resurrection gown thing, and an apartment, and an explanation of the bus system. Am I forgetting anything?"

"Um... I totally have clothes, I have a sweater and shoes from Artorian's store, and some other stuff that'll have blood on it and Sesat might maybe not agree with me that I own that stuff so it's just the sweater and shoes. Also if my tattoos are gone my thing for not having kids might be gone too and I want it before I go anywhere even near Sesat."

"Well, you can have more clothes, then, Artorian isn't coming home till this weekend, but we can get you a thing for not having kids on the way out too." The chamber full of beds where the resurrections take place is gradually emptying out into a vestibule where, as promised, they can get a new contraceptive implant and an Allspeak-wand bop on the head for Fere.

"Sure, if clothes sell for a song I'll take lots."

"It's not literally a song, that's just leading-edge shops like Artorian's, but it'll fit in your UBI nicely." They can also get Fere an ID bracelet in the vestibule, which will allow her to pay for things, and then they're off.

The city of Zovis is not the most overwhelming one in Vanda Nossëo by a long shot; it's still a city, with tall towers and a trolley network that takes people place to place within the city, but it's got lots of trees and outdoor café seating and the building Fere was just resurrected in is by far the biggest one. Artorian's wife introduces herself as Keoni and shows Fere to a clothing shop; it doesn't appear to be staffed at all except in specifically the bra department, but has lots of clothes on the racks, and they can swap the resurrection robe for something Fere likes. Little mechanical things scurry around putting displaced clothes back on their racks. A floating bit of art glass drifts about the store. There are big mirrors and curtained changing rooms.

At first it's too overwhelming to be beautiful and then it's so beautiful it's overwhelming and Fere gets quieter and quieter until she's ducked into a changing room to have the breakdown she's been putting off all day. Her plan going into the clothing shop is to get something sturdy for work and something nice and obviously fancy but the thick denim pants she finds are dyed almost perfectly evenly a very deep blue and one of the cheap shirts is black with a delicate-looking red design and there must be a way to look fancier than that but Fere's too uncultured to figure it out, once everything is made this neatly and dyed this richly it just looks the same to her. Maybe if she looked longer and had more patience for puzzling out the numbers on price tags she could figure it out herself but instead she resorts to asking Keoni.

"I think jeans and an Aloha shirt are a fine choice, good for basically any situation," says Keoni. "Let's get you a couple, so you don't have to put the resurrection robe on to do laundry -" She pulls down a few more patterns of shirt, another shade of jeans, holds Fere's foot to a measuring object and grabs her some sandals and a pair of loafers, pulls a pack of underpants off the shelf. "There's a bra lady over there if you want to get fitted, but probably you can get away without, not like me, ha!"

"...Should I want to get fitted? And is there some kind of taboo on letting people know you were resurrected or something?"