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Show Ida Needlesmith assured him, but rather entered a vast, animated museum of Earth in a bygone age, as interpreted by the BauerWorlde settlers. Unfortunate for the Techs, but as for the rest, the BauerWorlde folk had been on one, long Mardi Gras ever since they arrived on that colorful, uproarious planet, and for the most part were having the time of their lives. The Doctors and their progeny had been busy for all those years in their own particular anchoritic heaven-compiling a city-sized hardcopy library of BauerWorlde lore while at the same time attending a steady-state masked ball. The Yeofolk were busy enjoying their Peasantry on land bursting with fertility and edibles, in which the only real work lay in harvesting and laying up. The Managers were busy running the blessed Worlde according to the principles programmed so casually into the GoverningComputer by the Doctors some twenty TwelveMonths before. And save for what touched upon their own work, the Doctors and Managers and Yeofolk had been completely uninterested in technology. They had left the Jupiter-orbiting, plastic-, chromium-, titanium-, and aluminum-structured sphere of a SpaceLab sick to death of technology. Many of the Merchants felt the same way, although some few among them could see the advantage technology might give to their medieval pocketbooks. The Techs fretted and fumed and walked about the streets of NewOxbridge with their hands in their pockets, whilst their leaders worried the problem through behind the doors of the rosetone sanctums of the Council Keep. The good Doctors were perforce herded together finally in extraordinary session by the Managers, as Ivan described, and Saint Isaac was pushed in his wheelchair to the head of the room to address the 70 |
