"You have indoor plumbing yet?"

"We have closed sewers in some of the bigger cities."

(Aitim twitches.)

"Okay, so, there's that, there's electricity, there's vehicles you don't need to have animals haul around, there's probably gains to be made in the cultivation of various foods if you're new to ships because different foods are native different places and some things can be domesticated all kindsa ways, after that you've got computing, which is fun... materials engineering type stuff..."

"I should maybe invite in some more people at some point. We could get an overview, though."

"Sure. Let's, oh, I don't know, let's walk through my house, it doesn't have a toilet because I'm a demon but it'll give you the idea." He pulls up a computer projection of his house plans. "I cheated, because I am a demon, but most of it could have been made by conventional manufacture - do you have large-pane windows yet -"

"Ooooooh. No, we do lots of little pieces."

"So glass gets better - in the walls here is electrical wiring to power the lights and the appliances, most of mine are controlled via the chip in my head, I'd have more kitchen stuff if I weren't a demon to keep stuff cold and warm it up and so on -"

Marlatians are fascinated.

Cam goes on describing house components and counterfactual if-he-were-not-a-demon house components. He can conjure examples of things.

They can discuss how to smoothly roll out the things.

...Mitros is frowning at Cam a lot.

"...is something wrong?"

"Uh, the thing Aitim's going to tell us later, obviously, but no - are we sure that the lookalikes thing is always a lookalikes thing -"

"...I assume my alts will not have wings and a tail, those are subsequent add-ons."

"You remind me of Iobel very strongly. It's uncanny."

"Uh, how so?"

" - it's a mannerisms thing, mannerisms and - if I try to predict how you'll both react to something -"

"Are you saying there are people who wouldn't think the Internet sounds cool, or..."

"I'm saying that if you asked me what you'd be like as a boy - which is possibly something I've thought about -"

"Of course it is," Iobel snorts. "How do we tell - the bar can tell? -"

"...yes, the bar can tell." Cam goes and asks the bar. "...and she says yes."

Mitros looks smug. 

"Uh. Hi."

"Hi. You gonna tell me what happened?"

"If you'll go around telling people for me after that."