World in a Mirror ♦ By Albert Teichner

The delegation landing on the planet Newtane was welcomed by a handsome race of people that were almost as human as they were. Except somethings were backwards. Their expressions were opposite. A frown meant happiness and a smile was a sign of displeasure. Their hands were backward with the thumb where the pinkie should be -- and they were all left handed. When a savory feast was presented to them, the delegation opted for their synthetic (and safe) food, except for Hacker. The young, reckless man signaled a request for meat. In a world so opposite is smelled so much the same. What could go wrong?