Warner Asimov's Point of View.
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"Today is a big day, Sir Asimov," Katya said, while waiting at the benches. "We should get ready for the press soon, or else the people might get the wrong idea."
The two of us sat on the aligned chairs behind the metal doors. Right past through that gate was the stadium meant to interview. It had been three months since the death game, and around one billion people got killed inside the game.
"You're right. We don't want to stir any panic from the world now, do we?" An instinctive chuckle followed through my voice as I gave out my comment.
After a few moments, a knock coming from the other side startled my mind. It was the staff that told us it was our cue to enter the stage.
Katya and I stood up from our seats and went straight ahead to the crowd. Thousands of roars coming from the audience echoed in my ears. They were not cheering for me.
It was the other way around.
