Finding her phone wasn't hard. She had left it on her nightstand. She didn't use it often. Most of the people she talked with could be found in the Mansion after all. Though maybe she should have been using it to talk to Panu more. She wanted to know more about the Utopia thing though. Grabbing her phone she pulled up the text screen. Heading to the library would be helpful. She could look up what a utopia was supposed to be. And other information about one.

Hey Panu. Saw you on TV a bit ago. Utopia huh?

Texting was still new to her. Hopefully her short message would be enough to start a conversation. Hopefully Panu would be willing to talk to her after all this time.

Jaager was mostly ignoring him now that they were behind the stage and hidden from cameras. No more happy family smiles or squeezing his hand. Just arguing with Ms Brass about something, probably that involved Fruit Ninjas. At least he had not been trying to play under the podium while he was on stage. The tiger secretary had made sure of this by making Panu make sure of it.

Text came. Some people had alerts on their phone, sound or vibrate. Panu just let them ping in his head.

It was Agent Tiger, aka Abigail, aka Super Professional Cool Mercenary Contractor. Her message was obviously a request for more information. Probably it really meant how much of a trap is this for regular stupid people. Panu froze where he stood, and stopped trying to wrestle off the blue tie that Ms Brass had somehow gotten around his throat by rolling natural D20 in Trapping Small Children in Their Own Clothing and devoted all his mind to composing Most Perfect Reply.

What would make sappy thing like 'beautiful nation for only mutants that we can live in peacefully' sound appealing to jagged-edge criminal cynic like Abigail? Happiness and security were not motivators to people like her. She was almost a teenager, probably she didn't believe anything good about the world.

He needed Different Angle. Carefully he composed his reply.

Yes, Utopia. I will require your presence for Strategic Planning Meeting. Idea is very idealistic, many people will try to sabotage. I wish to run preliminary security plans by you to ask opinion.

There. It was a multi-purpose message. It said “yes Utopia is meant to be happy shinny peace-place” and “yes this is probably stupid idea by idealists” but also “your cynicism is welcome here and will be vital part of protecting hippy mutants from threats they are too stupid to see.”

It was perfect trap to get seasoned mercenary in the door. If he had to pay her to make sure she could live happily in Utopia, he would.

Abby had been grabbing the big dictionary off the shelf when her phone went off. She left the message alone while she looked up what utopia meant.

Utopia:
1 : an imaginary and indefinitely remote place
2 often capitalized : a place of ideal perfection especially in laws, government, and social conditions
3 : an impractical scheme for social improvement

It did sound too good to be true. Sitting back, she frowned. They were working toward creating an imaginary place. Imaginary. Not real. With a sigh she opened her message. Panu seemed to believe it could happen though. Maybe it could. Maybe the name was just coincidence. Idealistic, though. She thought she knew what that meant, but she reached to check to be sure.

Idealism:
the attitude of a person who believes that it is possible to live according to very high standards of behavior and honesty

High standards. A place where there was no fighting would qualify. No fighting. No one being hated for something they couldn't control. But leaving it for only mutants? What about the normal people who went through something similar?

Mutants only? Seems impossible to do.

That bit about security plans made her wonder though. How could she help? She didn't know much about security. But it wouldn't hurt to bounce ideas with him. It's not like he would take what she said as the absolute truth, right?

Security plans? I might have time

...impossible to do, impossible to do, impossible to do...

The words were like toxic butterflies, circling and circling in his head, and he did not know where their file was so he could not delete them. How could he convince her, there was no way to convince her, probably even she was right she had lived years more than he had he was just a stupid little boy who wanted his dad to build a pillow fort in Antarctica so all of his friends could come and play--

Panu put on Passable Smile and took his adopted father's hand again as they went to their car. Inside car his hands went back to his lap and sat on top of each other very neatly. He did not talk except when Jaager talked to him, which probably was not much, because now Fruit Ninja was re-installed on phone.

How could he respond to text. How could he find small crack in her facade, little path needed to show her that maybe this could be real. He didn't know. Primarily this was because he was useless. If all else failed, probably he could just pay her to come, but if she had no hope before before than money would not be inspiring of more hope.

Second text came.

>> Security plans? I might have time

...Panu tried not to look giddy, that was Most Unprofessional look to show around his new father. But he maybe smiled a little before he could help it.

Agent Tiger was willing to listen. This is what her so-very-casual message said.

Excellent, he composed, and did not try to sell her with more talk about Hopes or Dreams or other stupid things. Anything he could say would never match reasons she could build in her own head. When is good in your schedule? Tonight is open in mine.

….Probably that was too soon, too excited, but he could not help it. Utopia was exciting. She would see. She would help make.

When was good for her? Abby thought about that. School was going to be restarting in a few weeks. Summer was almost over. Students who had homes outside of the Mansion were coming back to prepare. Tonight though? What did she have going on tonight?

She had planned on going shopping for some new clothes tomorrow morning, but there was still time to do that. She had grown over the summer. Not much, but enough that her pants didn't fit right.

Tonight works. Could you pick me up? I'm at the Sister's School.

Abby really didn't want to have to walk outside again. Not when people seemed to be crowding the school gates waiting for kids to leave. Not when the last time she left a man tried to kill her. Having Panu pick her up would be better. And since his dad was Ambrose Jaager, it shouldn't be hard for him to do either.

As soon as her response was sent, she got up and put the dictionary away. If she was going to be spending the night with Panu, she would need clothes and such. She should probably tell someone she would be out too. She'd let one of the adults know before she left. She had to get some clothes and things together first. She also needed a response from Panu too.

I will pick you up at seven.

He almost added 'if this is okay for you,' but that would show Lack of Confidence. She could text him back if it did not work. Until then: seven.

He had so many many things to do. So many things he had to gather from Jaager Worldwide. Blueprints and tentative lists of mutant contacts and collected reports of the so-called 'future dream' and its colony and range tests from the doormaker mutant and--

So. Many. Things.

So many things that by 6:30PM that evening, Panu realized he had forgot to change. He was still wear his gray suit from the conference, with its Light Blue Tie of Ultimate Knot.

Worse: he had forgotten to think about that picking her up meant. She was just down block from Jaager's mansion (though probably she did not know it, it did not say “Jaager's Home for Gifted and Talented Nordic Children” on its side like the sister school said “Sister School”). It was quick walk but that was not point. It was quick walk into territory of Adapted councilor. Panu would have a very very hard time believing that anything worse could ever live in that place.

There was no time to replan. No time to reschedule.

The blonde straightened his suit and tie and walked down the block. He rang the door bell like a Real Man. From foyer, with shoulders very straight and tall and not at all jumpy, he sent message.

I am here.

Seven. That could work. It would have to. Abby responded with a quick ok text back and started getting some things together. She didn't know how long she would be over there, but judging from the pick up time, it would most likely be a sleepover. Her first sleepover outside the Mansion.

She put a set of clothes for tomorrow and some pjs in a bag. It was hard to remember what you needed to take with you to a sleepover. What would her Mommy have asked about? Clothes, shoes, brush, toothbrush... Each item listed found its way into her bag. The pjs were a set that she liked in purple, with flowers and stars. Her clothes for the next day she picked a skirt and shirt combo, as those fit best after her growth.

She double checked her blue sundress for any spots. She didn't think she'd have to change clothes to be accepted at Panu's. He was the one who offered after all. Her dress was clean and didn't smell or anything. Nodding to herself, Abby took her bag (and phone) with her to the library. She wanted to do more research into Utopia. History and all that. This at least was interesting to look into.

The internet was a wonderful thing in this instance. There had been plenty of attempts at creating a perfect society. From religious to dietary reasons. The attempts were numerous. She could already see several things she could ask Panu about. Location. Government. Jobs. Law. So many things that would need to be set in stone.

Her phone vibrated from where it sat, startling her from the books. Taking a look she jumped from her seat. Panu was here! She didn't even think about putting the books away. She took off for the foyer, her bag thumping against her back. She forgot all about texting him to let him know she was coming, or even letting an adult know she was leaving for the night.

As she got closer to the foyer, she slowed down. People were whispering as she got closer. She didn't pay much attention, not until she was almost at the doors. One of her classmates stopped her.

"Abby, did you hear? Ambrose Jaager's kid is here!" he told her excitedly. Apparently people were still talking about Jaager and his speech.

"I know," she told him. "He's here to pick me up."

The boy laughed. "Right, you know Jaager's kid." His tone was mocking. She knew he wouldn't have believed her, but it still hurt. She was the quiet girl no one liked. Shaking her head, the blonde girl left the boy there and went to meet her friend. Opening the door was easy. Going through the doorway while a bunch of boys laughed at her wasn't so easy.

"Hey Panu," she called once spotting the boy. "Sorry about making you wait. Shall we get going?"

A loud laugh came from one of the boys. They didn't believe her. She was just the girl who no one liked after all.

There were many people staring and pointing and whispering. Panu was not used to this much attention without police showing up soon. He stood just inside the foyer, and slipped his hands into his suit pockets because A) it looked James Bond Cool and B) with hands in pockets, he would not keep trying to adjust the headphones-that-Ms-Brass-had-made-him-take-off. To up cool act, he made sure to be very casual, and not meet any eyes.

Panu was an expert at Not Meeting Eyes.

He distracted himself from growing audience peering down on the upper floor by poking at their security cameras. They had very good system here. Not as good as Kaz' warehouse, but much better than most buildings. He did not try to go too deep into their network; he did not want to meet their Adapted there. But just little peeks were okay. Were safe. Like looking in store windows.

He could see Agent Tiger coming before she could see him. She wore a dress, light gray in the black-and-white hallway image, but very elegant, like Young Woman. Abigail was Most Grown Up child that he knew.

She even weathered Talking With Other Children with natural air. If Panu did not know her real self, he would think that she looked almost flustered or shy or embarrassed as other children stopped her to speak with them. Stopped her to laugh.

...Laugh at her?

>> "Hey Panu. Sorry about making you wait. Shall we get going?"

By the time the undercover agent had descended the staircase, Panu was waiting at the bottom, his hand held out to her like southern gentleman helping belle descend last step of carriage.

“Ms Abbigail. Is not wait for sun to rise; is only anticipation. Thank you for accepting my invitation.”

He knew that she was undercover. But no one was laugh at Agent Tiger. Not while Panu Miika Harmaajärvi-Jaager was employer. If she was undercover as mild-mannered school girl, then he was undercover as Dashing Gentleman Taking Her Off To His Mansion.

He offered her his arm. From there, only Confident Steps to door. This he held open for her, of course.

He waited until they were outside gates and walking towards Jaager's to say real opinion.

“I know you have reason for live like this. But if you want laughing children to have Unfortunate Accidents, is easy. Would not even be favor, only target practice.”

Abby was a little stunned at Panu offering his hand. But then realized he probably heard the other kids laughing at her. She smiled and accepted his hand.

>>“Ms Abbigail. Is not wait for sun to rise; is only anticipation. Thank you for accepting my invitation.”

”And what is the sun without the moon,” she quipped back. Taking his arm was just a part of the act. It was nice of Panu to help her with the other kids. Their walk out of the building was done in silence. It was a nice silence though. They didn't need to talk.

She was a little worried when she didn't see a vehicle, but since they were in an area with plenty of fancy houses. The little shifter hadn't thought that Panu would live so close to the school. They would be able to see more of each other this way though. She'd have to remember that he was near by.

>>“I know you have reason for live like this. But if you want laughing children to have Unfortunate Accidents, is easy. Would not even be favor, only target practice.”

She tilted her head as she thought about his offer. She didn't really want them to have “unfortunate accidents” but did appeal to have them stop laughing at her. Her reason to live here though... Mostly it was because she didn't want to live with her Aunt and Uncle. Though she hadn't told them that. Before it was because she needed to learn to control her mutation. Now, she just didn't want to leave.

”It's appreciated.” She really did appreciate the offer. ”However, there would be questions if most of my classmates had accidents and I didn't.” She didn't even question if he could do it. He probably had plenty of resources to make such a thing happen.

”Tell me about Utopia,” she almost ordered. After reading about so many different attempts at similar communities, she wanted to know more about this one. She was no expert, but she at least had an idea of what could go long. ”Where is the planned location?”

>> ”It's appreciated. However, there would be questions if most of my classmates had accidents and I didn't.”

If only other children could see the casually ruthless side of Agent Tiger. Their laughter would freeze in their throats and ice form in their hearts, she was so cool. He had been maybe half-joking when he made offer, but she was 100% serious in reply. This was difference in their criminal caliber.

Panu realized they were still arm-in-arm. Now his face was 100% on fire. This was probably her making slight fun of younger boy, or maybe she did not even notice because it was like—what was her metaphor?—like sun noticing moon, both were inanimate objects but sun was so much better and moon did not really need to exist at all, moon was only sun's reflected light, and in any case he was dating Noel and probably they would marry when he was older because First Kiss was Serious Business so suddenly he was not sure how appropriate it was to pretend to be her paramour.

>> ”Tell me about Utopia. Where is the planned location?”

“Utopia. Yes.” Yes. Utopia. This was good excuse to very casually drop his arm and pull tablet out of his hoodie—except of course he was still in his suit so there was no pocket and no tablet to show pictures on, just his own phone and he needed that to see, sidewalks were treacherous. So now he had dropped his arm for no reason and it was maybe only Awkward. Panu cleared his throat. “Planned location is Antarctica. I know this is sound crazy and cold, but basic plan is solid. Mutants are much better at survive in extreme climates than humans; heat manipulator, plant grower, and solar mutant, even just three and idea works. It only takes Work Together.”

Which was probably far too sappy for Tough-Enough-to-Stay-Undercover-While-Stupid-Children-Laughed-At-Her Agent Tiger. Clearly she did not need anyone else to do things she wanted to get done.

“If idealism is not enough, Jaa—father has enough money, we can simply hire as employees. Make living off natural power is dream for many mutants.”

They were both doing it, after all, so this should be motivation she could understand.

Jaager's mansion was just down block. Very long block full of very big houses with very big lawns, but just down block.

It was very Also-a-Mansion.

“Please come in. My father has meetings most of day, so we are alone.”

It was a very big place to be alone, but Panu had gotten used to slight echoes as he walked across hard wood floors. He left his shoes very neatly set on mat by door, and refrained from doing awesome epic slide in socks across foyer because Abbigail was much too mature for such things.

Panu's explanation of Utopia made some sense. She didn't even notice the awkward release of arms because she was thinking so much. Antarctica was probably the only land they could use to make a whole new nation. Surviving in extreme climates though... some wouldn't have that ability. She could survive in cold water just fine, but a place like Antarctica was a little too cold for her. Getting mutants to help build the society would help make the place, but what would happen if one or two left?

”Having multiple ways of doing something would be better than relying on mutations alone. Greenhouses would also offer jobs for some of the mutants. Not everyone will have a useful mutation in Utopia.” She could say more, but she still had to gather a few thoughts.

Heat... There were service stations in Antarctica run by people who didn't have heat manipulation abilities. Coal, oil, wood. They all burn, but that would have the country dependent on another for an import. Exports though...

>>“If idealism is not enough, Jaa—father has enough money, we can simply hire as employees. Make living off natural power is dream for many mutants.”

Abby hummed a bit at that information. ”If you want a nation that lasts, it shouldn't rely on employees like that. Exports would be a good way for Utopia to make an income. There'd probably be a need for imports anyway, so having something to trade for would be a good idea.”

There were a few moments where she had to bite back a hiss of pain. The gates and trees lining the sidewalk covered a lot of the sidewalk but not every bit. The sun heated concrete was painful for her skin. Shoes would be just as painful though so she left them in her bag. It wasn't like the entire sidewalk was super heated.

>>“Please come in. My father has meetings most of day, so we are alone.”

She let out a soft sigh of relief as her feet touched to cool, smooth wood floors. It felt really nice after the rough concrete outside. ”Do you usually spend time alone here?” she asked quietly. ”I can come over more often, since you live so close. If you'd like.”

He was already doing terrible horrible job of explaining this. Words were stupid and translated as well as a half-boiled egg. Data and graphs and itemized lists would be so much more impressive but first they needed to get to the house. Still, even if he had only given her basic idea of plan, she already had so many good ideas. He'd had to google define “import” and “export” when Cail and Ms Brass had started arguing about “self sufficiency v. an economy tied to idiot foreign powers that would care about Utopia's continued survival about as much as Jaager cared for tomorrow's board meeting agenda,” but Abbigail already knew these ideas.

“Wait until you see real plans. My English is not very good, but plans are excellent. Whole team has been working on them. Probably they will get even better now that there is real committee.” As opposed to people wandering in and out of the Ragnarok break room in the basement of Jaager Worldwide, constantly giving suggestions that might-or-might-not-be-good but that they would spend next half hour debating at length. Brainstorming a mutant nation was a very good break from all the riot-instigation. Ragnarok had been very very busy, and many people were happy to lean over blonde boy's shoulder and say greenhouse would be better here, and have you talked to Hanners, he's out planting a bomb right now but he majored in architecture and city design you should have him a look.

He had taken her hand and was tugging her along, because this is was the excitement that excellent plan deserved. He did not even care if it was childish, he'd seen enough adult terrorists giddy over but-can-we-have-a-pool ideas over the last month that he did not feel bad.

It was because of attempted hand-tugs that he finally noticed the strange way she was walking. Here and there and not very straight, and sometimes hesitant and sometimes a little dashing-from-place-to-place. He did not see her almost-hisses, because his only eye right now was the one bouncing a little in his pocket with its camera sticking out, but he could feel it in the tensing of her hand against his.

She did not say anything or complain, so he did not ask. But this was maybe another reason he tried to hurry. It was not until they reached Jaager's house and its many wonderful cameras in color and black and white that he saw the reason why: no shoes. It did not take the processing power of a super computer to realize that no shoes + summer side walks = scorching pain-in-feet. She was much too professional to forget her shoes, so Panu assumed this was some mutational preference thing. Commenting was probably rude and unwelcome.

Making sure to walk through Jaager's professionally mowed Very Fluffy Turf Grass With Zero Weeds was not at all rude and unwelcome, it was just what a nine year old might do anyway.

>> ”Do you usually spend time alone here? I can come over more often, since you live so close. If you'd like.”

The blonde boy stopped in the middle of the foyer. This was… very strange offer. Like he was a real child who needed friends. Like she was a real child who cared if he was lonely. His hands wished for headphones to fuss with; they had to settle for being shoved awkwardly into his pockets.

“It is okay,” he answered, quietly and a little uncertainly. “There are no maids or second cousins or body guards hiding behind corners. Only us. You do not need to pretend that we are real children here. Is okay to relax act. Don't you get tired, pretending all the time like you are normal little girl raised by people who care? There are zero adults right now, is okay to just do whatever.”

He maybe did small but still a little epic sock slide to emphasize point. Maybe. A little.

Abby nodded a little. She could wait to see all of the written plans. She knew Panu's first language wasn't English. She should have remembered though. He just spoke a lot better than some other non-English speakers did. And there were adults working on Utopia. Of course they would've thought about a lot of the things she found. They were adults. The younger child would probably know exactly where to find the information too. Since he had the whole coder thing for a mutation.

She was still chastising herself when the younger blond grabbed her hand. She did notice the soft grass on her feet. Grass felt a lot better than rough concrete. Not as good as smooth floors or fur, but a lot better. It was also much cooler. And a little damp. They probably watered the lawn at some point that day. She hummed a little at the lessening of pain.

She was still relishing the smooth floors when Panu started talking to her.

>>“It is okay. There are no maids or second cousins or body guards hiding behind corners. Only us. You do not need to pretend that we are real children here. Is okay to relax act. Don't you get tired, pretending all the time like you are normal little girl raised by people who care? There are zero adults right now, is okay to just do whatever.”

Abby smiled at the younger boy. He seemed almost as shy as she was. His little slide made her laugh though. Did she act? She felt like a normal little girl. Though... she really wasn't was she? Her parents were dead. Her aunt and uncle lived a good distance away. She only recently found adults she felt she could trust (not counting DocProf). She wasn't really being raised by anyone. She was just... growing up. ”It's easier to stay, mmm, in character,” she eventually decided to say.

If she forgot that she was the girl everyone avoided at school... She would probably end up crying again, like she had her first few years at the Mansion. She didn't want to go back to that. She was better than that now. She was the girl who kept to herself. The one with only a few friends. Even those were likely to leave at some point. She hoped not. But it could happen. But saying all that, after his offer earlier, probably wasn't smart.  Panu seemed like one of those who was really protective of his friends.  And he had resources to do something in response.

Taking Panu's sock slide as inspiration, Abby did a few cartwheels to get closer to the boy. Once she was next to him she grinned. ”Now, business?” It kinda felt like a game when she was with Panu. But it was a fun game. One where she was liked and listened to and so much better than her life at the Mansion.

Staying in character? This was very valid reason. The nine year old thought about it for a moment, before giving Understanding Nod of Decision Made.

“You are very good at being normal child. Much better than I am. If you are ever need a break from stupid children who do not understand how amazing you are, you can come here for commiserate.” Also, it maybe would be nice to not always be alone with house echoes.

The blonde boy grinned. “And if you ever want for stupid children to be put in place like dogs in kennel, I am okay with visit you at Xavier's. We will see who is laughing at you when you are on arm of Number One Most Eligible Nine-Year-Old.” His grin got somewhat very less, and so did his voice. “Just please make sure Adapted Counselor is busy with something before I am over.”

Ms Taylor seemed like Nice Person from what Panu could see on articles and videos, so he had not put her on his list of People Who Had to Die. If he met her in person, if her power touched his, probably this would change. This was best to avoid.

And then suddenly Abby used most crazy ninja spiral moves ever what did he just see he did not know he had to replay footage and by then his mouth was hanging open like stupid fish so he shut it. And then he opened it to talk.

“I will never be that coordinate.” This was simple fact of mutation. Loose floorboards were Ultimate Nemesis, he would never be able to spin across room on his hands. He spanned mouth closed again. “Yes. Business. Business is upstairs.”

He lead the way. Jaager's house was mostly decorated by his Dead Murdered Father, Panu thought. There were tasteful old oil paintings and nice carpet runners everywhere. Most were very in need of dusting. They hired company to do lawn, but there was no one who was allowed to come inside like that. Jaager's room had much more… Jaager-character, but they would not go there.

Panu's room was also maybe very Panu.

He had not picked big room, because big rooms were drafty and made him feel like his bed was a lifeboat in the middle of an ocean. It was only normal-sized room, probably no bigger than shared rooms at the Sister School.

This is what made it Panu's room: anywhere there was to sit or lean or put things on was first covered in tech. There were three quadcopter drones on desk by window, one of them half-taken apart because it had been making strange noise and after he opened propeller case it was so cool that maybe he kept opening everything. There was 27” Wacom Cintiq on bed half-covered in sheet, which was fancy name for very expensive tablet made for art majors to draw all over. There were chargers and batteries and extension cords lurking at all edges of the room and also shoved under bed where most boys kept dust bunnies. Laptops and desktops and tablets and cameras everywhere. The only thing missing was monitors: some things had displays built in, but nothing was only a display.

Last but Most Important, there were black studio headphones with swan decals on sides, hanging from his bedpost. These Panu put on his head and adjusted this way that way just right with great satisfaction.

In his closet his clothes were hung neatly by color and in his dresser all things were folded and all socks were paired. But technology was his, and it was always in exactly the order it should be, no matter where he left it.

Panu bounced on bed, because this was the proper way to sit down, and offered a tablet to Abbigail.

“This is Utopia,” he said.

The first pictures were of the scouted site. White snow and sheltering cliffs, and sun rising over a flat expanse of land.

City sketches like flip book, leading from first basic dome to village to town to city. Top-down blueprints and artists renditions.

Testimonies from seven years ago, from the hundreds of people who had dreamed the colony to be whole and real, and woken up the next morning to reality, and spent so so long waiting for someone to listen who could bring it back. Profiles of those who had already committed to joining, who would set up the first habitat so others could come.

Routes in, by sea and by mutation. The doormaker mutant, one of the dreamers, who had signed up with Jaager from the words 'Mutant nati--'. Projected supply requirements and shipping times, new immigrant housing and job assignments--

“My room will be here,” Panu said. Pointing was for cave men. A little building light up in white highlighting on the blue prints. It was centrally located. Communications center, said its label.

Abby smiled at Panu's way of asking her to come over. It was awkward but it got the point across.

>>“And if you ever want for stupid children to be put in place like dogs in kennel, I am okay with visit you at Xavier's. We will see who is laughing at you when you are on arm of Number One Most Eligible Nine-Year-Old. Just please make sure Adapted Counselor is busy with something before I am over.”

She could see not wanting to see Mama. ”Deal, though Mama tries to keep away from those who need their mutations. I could let her know when you're coming over.” She hadn't seen Mama in a while, but she was around.

Business it was. The mansion was large. But it felt empty compared to the school. You couldn't really go anywhere with being able to hear someone somewhere. The technology in his room caused the little girl to stop in the doorway. There was so much there. It kind of reminded her of the Danger Room. All the technology with no real visible displays. She followed slowly, taking in all the equipment as she went. It just reinforced her idea that Panu's mutation was technology related.

>>“This is Utopia.”

She took the tablet and watched as the image changed. First to a flat white area. Then to a small dome that grew. And grew. And grew. It was cool to watch. Communications center was where Panu would stay. It definitely sounded right for him. ”Can you show me the first city plan?” she asked. She wanted to see it again, slower than before. ”Can you show me the list of the buildings?”