“So what do you think we’re left to do then?” she asked after a while. “Do you think we should go down into the arena and kill the little crustaceans too – or whatever else is still alive on the ground?” asked Laura the next day, seeing that our victory was still not being taken into account by anyone. It was barely a little light, but I could see the pool of water on which she had slept quite clearly. Wouldn’t they consider Laura and me to be different species – waiting to kill each other? My name is Paul…”
“Me, Laura,” she said. “I think you’ll find it indecent but it’s the only reasonable one: in order to convince the people who organized this show that we are one species we’ll have to have sex!”
Laura snorted contemptuously:
“I thought for sure that’s what you’d be thinking!”
“If you have another solution, I’ll gladly accept it!” I said and a heavy silence fell between us. What I didn’t like about the whole thing was that, sleepy as he was, his gaze was fixed with undisguised interest on me.
