( that's a lot simpler way of saying the sport hadn't expressly survived the apocalypse. after 100 years, they'd barely had nubs of pencils left, let alone excess paper to make palm sized balls and lob them into wastebaskets. though humanity is perpetually fidgety, and will make games out of nothing so she probably still has some leftover terminology floating around in her brain. someone, somewhere in clarke's seventeen years of space undoubtedly sank a chunk of something into a makeshift hoop and said: he shoots, he scores!
and, oh right! serena eterna exposure. )
There's a hoop up on the seventh deck, though. When you're feeling better, I'd bet you could put together a pickup game.
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( that's a lot simpler way of saying the sport hadn't expressly survived the apocalypse. after 100 years, they'd barely had nubs of pencils left, let alone excess paper to make palm sized balls and lob them into wastebaskets. though humanity is perpetually fidgety, and will make games out of nothing so she probably still has some leftover terminology floating around in her brain. someone, somewhere in clarke's seventeen years of space undoubtedly sank a chunk of something into a makeshift hoop and said: he shoots, he scores!
and, oh right! serena eterna exposure. )
There's a hoop up on the seventh deck, though. When you're feeling better, I'd bet you could put together a pickup game.