Status Updates From The Infinite Arena: Seven S...

"We understand that the Brish'diri wanted to register some of their youngsters for a local football league. You forbade it. We want to know why." "Why? The Brish'diri War was only over seven years ago. Half of those boys on our football teams had brothers killed by the Bulletbrains. Now you want me to tell them to play football with the subhuman monsters of seven years back? They'd run me out of town."

"Pla-a-a-ay ball!" The long cry echoed through the park. Out on the field the pitcher wound up in a furry whirl of arms and legs and let go. Somehow the batter managed to shift his toothpick, grip the bat, and make ready while the ball was streaking at him. There was a clean crisp smack and the ball disappeared. The batter selected a fresh toothpick, stuck it in his mouth and started a stroll around the diamond.