The young man who walks into it next is wearing some sort of uniform covered in oilstains, and looks very confused. With no other obvious place to go, he walks up to the bar. "Barkeep?"
The young man won't hear any response, but a napkin appears with the words "Hi, call me Bar. May I offer you a drink? the first is free." written in neat cursive.
I assure you that while my creation is a mystery lost to time and memory, my existence have been quite pleasant and enjoyable to myself and Milliways' patrons.
"Ugh. Bar, I need another beer please." He tosses out a few coins. "Another world is actually less scary than the Darwinists breaking the rule about experimenting on creatures smart enough to count as people."
"It hasn't happened so far. They take it pretty seriously because a lot of people are wary of Darwinist creations already. They might try if they were really desperate for some reason. Just like my country might try some things better left untried. It's a tense time."
"Milliways also lends books if you want to research," Fenris says "and time doesn't flow in your world while you are here. I don't think you said your name?"
"I shake your hand in spirit," Fenris says raising his cup "And yes, magic. Pretty common among Milliways patrons. In fact, I am magical myself. Are you from a magical world?"
"No, magic is a bedtime story. We have Darwinists, who make various creatures. Sometimes useful, usually creepy. And we have Clankers, who work with machines and power and engines. I'm a Clanker. The thing I was working on today is a forty-foot mechanical walker that has a useful load of 120 tons."
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The next napkin says: Sure, I have everything.
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The door opens again, the sound of music can be heard down the corridor. A winged young man walked in.
"Oh, this place again," He says before closing the door.
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A cup of hot green tea shows up.
"First time?" He asks before taking a sip.
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I am not a creation, says a napkin.
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"That does sound scary," Fenris says "is that likely to happen?"
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Fenris floats, keeping his head around the same level, but crossing his legs while fixed in the air.
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"...Bar, can I buy books from the future?"
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