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Show "The only concoction more contradictory than BauerWorlde is a bowl of Spanish Chow Mein." -overheard by Janni Gundarholt-Needlesmith in an American EarthColonySystem Spaceport near SanFrancisco. The scream tore through the shuttle's cabin like a physical force. Eyes flew open apace and faces blenched. The cabin was crowded with folk-BauerWorlder Merchants, Techs, and Doctors, dressed in their archaic native costumes, and a few scattered visitors from Earth. Stewards clad in blue and rose livery thrust themselves into the diverging aisles, panting with haste, cloaks flying out behind them, eyes everywhere, trying in vain to find the source. The scream went on and on. A large man toward the front bestirred himself and turned around to have a look on his own, the folds of his face betraying massive weariness. After the month-long trip from JupiterBase in the EarthSolarSystem, the travelers had boarded the BauerWorlde shuttle directly from the space ship Brittania in happy anticipation of once more walking on solid ground, and the shuttle had just lifted up like a silver shield from BauerWorlde's small moon, Portage, to soar swiftly to NewOxbridge on the Worlde itself. The Earthski visitors were preparing themselves for a novel experience. None of them had made the trip before and BauerWorlde was vaunted abroad not only for its wild and unusual beauty, but also for its dogged adherence to the most extraordinary union of anachronism and futuristic technology in |
