The ships that appear are huge, probably built in space, made for aesthetic sensibilities not as alien as they could have been. On board they start checking whether the system is a template.
"I have no idea if Inanna can send letters just from that information. I would need a picture of a private place to visit her there. And obviously if we’re going email her we need an email address. So. Whatever you end up facilitating, I guess."
"Are you... asking me... to email my organizer. Sir."
"Yes. If you can’t get online I'll go complain to someone who knows how to fix that."
"My everything plan does not cover lunar service sir."
"I can go tell that to someone who works with the internet or I can secretly teleport you someplace on Amenta long enough for you to send an email."
Nelen's eyes go very alarmedly wide.
"If I could make you able to teleport yourself or teach you to cast dimension lock I would. I'm sorry."
That didn't help at all! Eyes still very wide over here!
"Do you want to say some words out loud."
"I guess that technically counts! Do you want to say some words out loud about why talking about email logistics has you looking like that."
"...I don't think I understand the question sir."
"...I can teleport. With passengers. That could get you off the moon and someplace where you could send an email, right?"
"It could sir."
"Were you making a face about the idea of being near the blue ones?"
"The - blue ones? - sir I can't see my own face."
With the right combination of camera and display any computer can be an unnecessarily complicated mirror.
"You seemed like you were worried about something - about me getting tech support or about me being able to teleport or about going back to Amenta? And I was wondering if it was the last thing because the Amentans with different hair colors want to kill you."
"I am not aware of anyone who wants to kill me specifically right now, sir."
"Do you have a preference about whether to go back to Amenta to send an email."
"I don't think I understand the question sir."
"I’m going to talk to tech support."
While he is gone Nelen is going to put on some soothing music that he can retrieve from the everything's local storage and curl up on the bed with it near his ear.
By the time someone stops by to give Nelen the wifi password he has email from Inanna.
Okay. He can log on to the wifi and send emails to like half the people he knows.
Aaaaand after a few minutes someone new comes in.