Thursday, 27 April 2017

It Has Good Odds

"All in."

There was the now familar sound of surprise from a crowd of all three species, the combined gasp from the humans, the snorts from the Renors, and the shrill whistle of shocked Gionvians.

I ignored all of them, as I stared through my dark glasses at the robot opposite me.

"Your odds are low..." It said, trying to get me to say something, clearly hoping to analyse my voice. But I stayed silent.

Eventually, It spoke.


We both flipped our cards. It beeped happily.

The dealer dealt out the rest of the cards.

It flipped the table.

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