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Show VI "I've never known a code that couldn't be cracked." Anonymous Earthski Computer Hacker Phrapp was walking through the ribbed and vaulted main hall of the BAABattlement's ground floor after a late lunch, attempting with some difficulty to loosen a piece of roast YellowBison from betwixt his left canine and premolar by means of a long toothpick. He was taking the short cut from the WaterStreet Alehouse to his sanctum in the Bureau of Information Dissemination in. the soaring and spired pile across the square, the BIDBattlement, trying to get the memory of his last off planet trip scoured from his nervous system. He was a Bauercrat, after all, and genetically unfit for space. By the mass! Why couldn't BauerWorlde have a larger store of data on programming, prithee? He sighed heavily and stared into the middle distance as he walked, wrapped up in his monumental effort at biofeedback, whilst an abundance of untidy grey hair floated about his face like a smudgy cloud. Nigh to the hall's halfway mark, his ears were assailed by the sound of android boots and rollers from up ahead somewhere. Then a knot of blue and rose livery appeared from a CentralChamber portal, enclosing a tall woman with dark, slightly greying hair, done up in a large bun at the nape of the neck. Phrapp stopped in his tracks. The woman looked abstracted about the eyes and was pacing along as though her feet were sore troubled. Saint Jenny bless us, the whole thing had the flavor of a BESPA 45 |