"You really think so?" Carter asked excitedly, all smiles and sunshine. "It's been sixty years, I bet it's already happened. I know we're gonna beat the Germans in a year or so--I mean, a year after I left--but I bet something really nasty happens to him. Yeah." Carter beamed and rubbed his hands gleefully. His mind ed with happy thoughts of mayhem and bloody death.

"Does that happen in your wars? I don't know where you're from, I don't know a lot about space."