She re-reads her agenda and pokes.

[HELLO]

Recognition of one-of-the-people-he-might-be-sent-soon. Anticipation that it will be a beneficial experience for both. Satisfaction from the prospect of gains-from-trade and giving-someone-tools-to-build-new-interesting-things-with. Summary of what-he-has-been-told-about-her that does not really fit into words. The notion that lengthy interactions would be more expensive in (energy-leeway-potential-attention-informationsecrecy); Conversation should be short unless expected value from longer conversation is (this high). Instant comprehension that she finds this stressful; Regret at the transaction-cost of this interaction, he will do his best to make it quick and efficient. An offer to commit to isolating this-segment-of-Khintal and forgetting everything except a summary of the interaction afterwards.

Whoa that's so synaesthetic and cool. It's very kind of him to offer the forgetting thing but will probably not be necessary unless he finds All Star with most of the lyrics mentally mumbled really annoying too. She would like to know what she can expect in the very long term! Is it theoretically possible to move on to another job later on after putting in some time with Khintal? What is being a space angel like? What is his long term vision for Earthsea?

[ETERNITY]

Khintal can discard irrelevant information at an almost-negligible cost in attention; All-Star mumbling is acceptable. Many relevant pieces of information are SECRET, and major omissions for SECRET reasons are flagged as such. Khintal wants things to last Actually Forever. His ideal long term vision for Earthsea is a planet covered in prosperous city where no wars, cults, monsters, criminal organizations, eldritch abominations, etc etc, are around to kill people and end civilizations. This is probably impossible (SECRETS) but he will not stop aiming for that end-goal. In the very long term (~billions of years) there is a SECRET nontrivial-nonoverwhelming chance that Khintal will die, or that his space angels will die from this or that, because tiny-risks-add-up-over-time-really-frighteningly. It is theoretically possible to move on to a non-Khintal related job (SECRETS). Khintal does not know what being a space angel is like since he is a god, not a space angel. However, would she like some simulated-averaged-and-anonymized space angel sensations with the caveat that they may be very confusing?

Confusing simulated-averaged-anonymized space angel sensations sound like a good use of this time.

[EXISTENCE]

All the scenarios have a dreamlike quality to them. Exact details are muddled, context is missing.

She's roused from her reading with the tug in the back of her head. Accepting with a thought, she appears in a dirt lot, looking at a hard-worn man in dusty clothes. She [talks] and agrees to the price; Simple work, just moving some heavy rocks around with magic, but the pay is alright. You can practically daydream right through it, the near-meditative motions of bind-and-shift.

She's working in a somehow depressing-smelling bunkhouse, moving from person to person and checking on them. Everyone's hurt, miserable, weak. A dozen aches and pains. Fractures, wounds that have yet to fully close, colds. She stabilizes them and wishes she could do more, but they only have so much mana to pay her with, it'd be entirely loss after a certain point, making her feel a guilty but reluctant squirm. Maybe she can take some thing else instead? Trade goods? She's heard that some angels do a little arbitrage on the side.

She's getting a mild dressing-down from a lizardman factory foreman for messing up the magic water-jet-cutter. You NEVER leave it running without direct attention, not even to wave hi to someone. Nothing happened this time, but that's just because you were lucky. Magic is a heavy force that can and does kill the incautious. She's relieved that it was a gentle reminder; Mangled work-piece, not a mangled arm or torso.

She's pacing around her pocket dimension, considering ways to make it feel bigger. It's fairly freely modifiable, not much mana cost either, as long as you let it move around when you're not looking directly. The false window landscape display upgrade is still kind of pricey, that's a lot of mana for what amounts to a pretty picture, but it'd be nice to sip tea and look at something other than walls or a work site for a while...

She's holding a tricky formation in her head, carefully keeping the airmotes and lightningmotes separate while slowly circulating the airmotes. They need just enough motion to keep the place ventilated. The lightningmotes, she doesn't understand the purpose of - but she's working off a blueprint, and there's not enough energy in them to hurt someone, so it's probably fine.

She's wandering through a large bubble, aware in the back of her head that this is someone else's pocket dimension, but it's fully kitted out like a large park center of some sort. The sky is pale blue, the distant wall has a semi-convincing landscape pattern, and there's even a gentle breeze. There are a couple cafes and stores, a busker playing by the lake. It's not that big all told, but it's a nice break.

She's carefully feeling the stream of expressionmarks in the pregnant mother, going over half-familiar patterns for anything that stands out. There's two layers here, one for her and one for the child. She's not touching the man right now. Ugh, so annoying, paternity tests... They always mean trouble. Nobody is happy afterwards, no matter what her determination is.

Wow.

She likes that, she thinks. Maybe one day she will want to grow up into something with more scope, but compared to being a human, going to college here... yeah.

[CONTINUE?]

More options for people to determine their path is a good thing so long as those options are constructive ones; Growing up into something with more scope is possible (SECRETS); Khintal is unsure whether there are any questions/topics of concern still yet to be addressed; Reminder of the transaction costs of this interaction; He will continue conversing until/unless it is more obviously a poor use of time, though.

She is curious about the SECRETS and wonders if there are like, representative made up examples of reasons things might be SECRETS. She thinks she will be done after that.

[NO]

Khintal wants to get to know her better before even hinting at SECRETS. Khintal does not like to take even very tiny risks with certain things.

That's legit, she supposes.

In that case she will take her hand off the godphone and, humming All Star to herself, depart the phone zone.

Would she like to get her just-in-case-double-checking soul examination today, or some other time?

Seems most convenient to do it today!

Okay then!

The magic lab is through this other set of obnoxious security. A young-looking woman with green hair and golden eyes wearing a button-down shirt and slacks meets her on the other side. It looks like an ordinary hospital examination room.

"Hey. I'm an alien, I'm not an empath, they cleared 'em all out for you. I'm the soul doc for today, I s'pose. Trisamine."

"- wow, that's... considerate? I'm immune, so I don't know if it makes sense, but it's considerate. What brings you to Earth, soul doc Trisamine?"

"Maybe they didn't do it for you, I just heard you're the one who brought it up. As for that... Let's just say demons. Lots of demons. Of the torture-you-forever kind."

"Wow, that sucks."

"Sure does."

"So how does soul doctoring work?"

"I can't tell you much of anything, they're really not lying when they say it'd be a bad fucking idea to let it get out. But I had an education before we evacuated, I do like twenty percent of keeping the isekai machines running - I love that word and genre, by the way - and we have data on failed and marginal transmigrations from the early days to compare to. Or did you mean for you? Like an X-ray, basically."

"Can I look at my soul after? Does it give you soul cancer?"

"No soul cancer. And anyway X-rays only marginally increase the risk of-" She facepalms and shakes her head. "Okay, none of that. Any particular reason besides curiosity?"

"I mean, no, but it's my soul and a lot of curiosity."

"This stuff isn't nearly as big a deal once you go, but until you do you can back out at any time. We're not gonna force you, that's one of the founding principles. So we have to be really leery. I'll think about getting you a picture, though."

"I'd appreciate that. Can you tell me in broad terms what soul x-rays show you, on the level of, like, 'an X-ray is white where you have bones and darker where you don't have bones and this shows dense foreign objects and fractures and stuff'?"