TC is going to Paris with his lovely wife, so I figured if he's going on vacation, I might as well enjoy the ride. I figure I could entertain you with diatribes about Terra. The script will be still finished tomorrow because Plane, and also because Plane. And because its finished. We can all wait a week to experience the wonders of "Peterpan vs Superman vs Frankenstein." In case you wondered, TC can still write scripts (I help) so yeah, they're better than his writing but obviously slightly awful.
So we all know how pleasant Earth air ports are? Terran airports are worse. I know, right? Somehow with all the stores and space that you have, you still think they suck. Now, I grant you, we didn't have 9/11. So that means the crazy psychotic security theater you have doesn't apply to us. Our's was stopped by three conspiracy nuts who slipped onto the plane. Called themselves the ...I forget. Very forgetable.
Anyway, Terran airports.
Don't go there.
If somehow, say, you listen to EP Blingermeyer's advice on traveling between worlds, do yourself a favor and don't fly. We have less people who are resistant to change, but the ones we have gravitate to certain government jobs. Our airports are left in the 1930's. But let me assure you gentle reader, this is not the art deco style you so enjoy on some of your buildings; but tiny buildings for undernourished people, with poorly done generic propoganda. We do not have airport terrorism because no one who has any method of avoiding them goes there.
Wait, you say, no blimps and and no airports; how do you travel around? We don't. Not as much as you, but if you must, then the wise travel by ship. Some sailing ships, and some steamers. Recently we have enjoyed a revival of 1840's steam ships; though the recreators tend to go a bit overboard and include highly unreliable boilers. One Argentian ship even employed African Americans to run the coal plant. You know. Shoveling coal. In actual irons.
Yeah.
So. Anyway, Terran airports. It is a bit unfortunate that you can't get coffee or food at any of them. I take that back. Ikea? Yeah. Instead of beloved quirky furniture, they are loathed and mocked maker of vending machine parts. The vending machines do sell beer, remote controls for a TV that is no longer sold, cheese whiz (but no crackers), honey, gingersnaps and meatballs. The latter two are actually quite good but good luck figuring out the machine. Its digital displays show different readouts every week in a different language (never the native language and not even Swedish.) It also involves following a "Simon" like pattern of colored lights trying to navigate the menu.
Not good.
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