"Then this court is recessed until the prosecution brings in the new witness."
The spectators buzzed and jibbered excitedly. A new witness. A surprise witness. The trial was really becoming interesting.
"I hate to leave. I really hate to leave," one said to her companion. "I'll never get back in if I leave. But one must eat. I hate to leave."
"No need. No need to leave," the companion assured her. "See, I brought sandwiches. Always bring something to eat to things like this. People crowd so. It's really terrible. Have an egg?"
"Pretty good trial," an old man with a white beard told the person next to him. "Not as good as the Bronson trial, but pretty good."
"You've seen a lot of trials?" the figure next to him asked.
"Seen all the good ones," the one with the beard said proudly. "Saw the Bronson trial in '96, the Treamont trial in '94. Saw a lot of trials. First time that I've seen one where a wife killed her husband. Most of the others involved infanticide. Good trials, you understand, but disappointing. All the verdicts were not guilty."
"Naturally. With over-population infanticide isn't a crime. Rather more like a good deed these days."
"Understand they are going to legalize the killing of unwanted children."
"Should have been done long ago."