I was in a waiting area for the Meereen Fighting Pits, volunteers all of us, and no one seemed much of a challenge, to my relief. Most looked like college-aged kids, and at least one was there to get the free sandwich, complete with choice of dressing on the side, then leave. I had four lacquered chopsticks at my disposal, but because better weapons might be tossed to us, thought I’d better be prepared to make a run at them.
At a table tennis exhibition a young Asian boy received unfair calls by the ref, then proceeded to make a lucky shot off the edge that had some in disbelief of his skills. So dismissive was I of this prodigy that I booted him off my perch, but he got back up with no reaction otherwise, like a robot. Underneath a black T-shirt that read “I’M ON IT” a compartment opened up, revealing itself as indeed an action figure-shaped mechanism, which emitted a piercing distorted message that only I could hear, informing me that it was from 20 years in the future.
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