"Yeah. You could start up a clinic. Study up. There's a bookstore that's supposed to have every book you could possibly think of." Derek, of course, thinks it's admirable that Prim wants to be a doctor. It takes a special kind of heart to do that kind of work.

There were a lot of bare bones businesses around Itinere. It was a complete city, after all. The rec center hadn't been here. Derek had sort of dreamed it up for something to do one night. And the next morning directions had been laid out for him to this place by the apartment complex. He'd found this place and taken up running it.

It could be pretty weird how the city seemed to anticipate the needs of its citizens. Not so much being watched, as both sentient and empathic. Derek had never said aloud that he wanted to work at a rec center. He had thought it. Then he had taken the initiative to get the place going. He figured all Prim would need to do was the same.

"What makes you wanna be a doctor? I mean, usually people are inspired by something or someone to do that kind of work."