"Would you like me to get you a history book? You did a really good job, a wonderful job."

Nod nod.

He tells Bar some titles.

Bar provides and Avalor sets her drink aside to bury her nose in them.

"Gonna fix up early Amenta?" he asks Aitim quietly.

"Maybe. The Oahk Empire - you lot were unimpressed with us -"

"I assume you can do this more delicately than the threat of displeased neighbors managed in your version?"

" -maybe. Some things we can do better, some - see, before there were universal population controls there were just endless territory wars, a significant fraction of the world's territories are presently in disputed hands - it's not even just the Empire - trying to force states to resolve into our boundaries would be ugly but people won't want to accidentally cause power structures that were really bad to stick around by making them slightly less bad -"

"...are your current boundaries even satisfactory now?"

"They're not perfect by any stretch of the imagination but they're mostly at least ten years old, that's enough people born under the new ones that it'd be harmful to change them. And people can emigrate, that helps - Voa's letting everyone who lived in Imde back in now that they have more space -"

"What happened to Imde?" Avalor asks, head snapping up from her book.

"Ah. This was two years ago, our time - someone decided to let reds touch all the food in Voa, hoping I think that they'd get used to it, they didn't, everyone went to war with you - Tapa wanted Imde for food independence -"

"...that's horrible. I will stop whoever did that. Is it in these books?"

"I think so. His name is Savo and it won't come up in your world at all because we can take care of your reds for you."

"Do you have robots now?"

"We do."

"Oh good. I am surprised it took so long."

"The reds delayed it for a very long time, long enough for aliens who had a way to clean them to find us, and then they were as happy as everyone else to have robots start doing the work."

"There are aliens who can clean reds?"

"They're called angels, they're extraordinarily powerful, they can just replace all of the tissue in someone's body with new tissue and then change how their hair grows in."

Frown. "And that does it?"

"Uh huh. None of the original body, nothing to be unclean. It's like if you made a new person who just remembered being red."

"That sounds unpleasant for the new person."

"They don't seem to mind it! They've all gone and gotten jobs and things and people are much happier now that they're not around."

Nod nod. "That's very good."