What the fuck.

He cannot go save all the babies. There is nothing he can do to countriesful of people who kill babies for population control. He should not go do anything about that.

...what is the incidence rate of these things.

Pretty rare! Why would you have children if they will get taken away and you will be sterilized. Anitam has six hundred million people and around eight hundred babies were adopted out last spring. 

...okay. That's less worrying.

He will start being a pretty assiduous student and sitting on many classes.

No one gives him a hard time as long as they're big lecture-style classes. History class covers the formation of Anitam and miscellaneous tribulations and wars on its way to its present state. Yellows and greens have grown as castes over time, and greys shrunk (though no one is willing to let them shrink too much, lest there be a war and they can't mobilize enough soldiers for it). There was, recently, a war; Voa poisoned their food supply and Anitam aided one of Voa's neighbors in annexing enough farmland to be self-sufficient.

Anitam is presently technically a democracy, with votes weighted such that blues (.5% of the population) count for about 40% of the vote.

...seriously? Okay. Why did Voa poison their food supply?

(Also she is sometimes a girl. Probably recognisable, given the unearthly prettiness and the smarts.)

Gets her some weird glances but that's about it. This planet doesn't seem to feel strongly about gender. Couple people seem to hesitate to ask her out because of uncertainty about, uh. 

Voa poisoned their food supply at the behest of a single scheming blue who thought if everyone had to eat disgusting food they'd get used to it. This was not how it worked out.

If anyone asks her out she will politely decline, saying she's already in a committed relationship.

As for the disgusting food: did this single scheming blue make reds do something? He did, didn't he. She's sure he did.

Let them handle the food.

She reminds herself for the four hundredth eighty-ninth time (she's been counting) that this is a Hard Problem and she needs to learn as much as she can about all the everything before moving on to doing something. She feels like she's soon gonna reach that point, though, and she's still not sure of what to do. Perhaps go visit some reds at some point. For now, she'll sit on classes and be brilliant and pay particular attention to anything involving reds and sometimes look up books and pieces of news that mention them. She'll also wish up their version of a smartphone—pocket everything, what a cute name—so she can look things up on the internet about what's going on in the world.

One country decided recently to get rid of all their reds and just rotate people into the reds jobs and thoroughly decontaminate them afterwards.

Get rid as in kill them?

They just drove them out. ...wasn't anywhere for them to go but whatever.

Did they in fact go anywhere?

Some of them tried and got shot at the border! Some of them managed to get a boat and got to the opposite shore and got shot. Some of them have doubled up with relatives in cities that had not yet transitioned away from reds. Some of them are trying to do subsistence farming in an abandoned mining town in the middle of nowhere. They're not allowed to be there but the government hasn't bothered with the expense of a security team and cleanup crew.

...mining town visit sounds like a potentially good idea. She should probably go there.

Visas are a real real hassle. And the airports are closed in anticipation of a massive storm.

...she can run real fast if she needs to, and a storm is the perfect cover...

Olvala is halfway around the world but she could try to run there if she wanted. 

The storm, as promised, storms.

Halfway around the world is... well, perhaps a few days running. And she's really pissed off about not being able to do anything so yeah she just might do that. She goes out during the storm.

There are reds! She won't have seen any reds; in important buildings they have separate access tunnels so no one has to see them. But there are some right there in a trash alley shivering.

Fuck.

She walks over to where they are. She's wearing warm clothes—it'd be weird to not dress according to the weather, call attention—but not nearly enough for this storm.

They look at her nervously.

"Hi. I have—you can keep my coat but it won't be enough—" She removes her coat and throws it in their direction. "I don't buy into the craziness about reds here but I understand if you won't take my word for that."

One of them catches the coat. The least wrapped up one puts it on.

...should she use magic. She does not know if she should use magic. "I could bring you stuff. Coats, blankets, a heater. I will be incredibly fast while doing it in a somewhat inexplicable way but I can do that. Is there anything else you need?"