"Behind one door..."
Their patience was wearing thin. Zoger had to choose. He could hear the mockery of the arena through the plasti-hull. But the umpire had checked; there was nothing in the rulebook against climbing insider a "view-loosener" (as Zoger had termed his new conveyance).
Lady...
Or tiger...
Zoger checked the screens again. The readouts were clear enough.
Or were they? Was that a scar? Were those supposed to be tits? And even if he could decipher what he saw, was he certain which screen related to which door? The lights along the top had thrown him.:White... Red... White... White... White... Did that mean something? How to tell what was behind the doors? How? The panic rose in Zoger's chest as he began to wonder if it might have been a better idea to put the window at the front.
Illustration by Ed Emshwiller
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