Pok! Pok! Ping!
Pok! Pok! Ping!
The action around the handball court was beautiful to watch. The robot mechanism behind Bart Stanton would fire out a ball at random intervals ranging from a tenth to a quarter of a second, bouncing them off the wall in a random pattern. Stanton would retrieve the ball before it hit the ground and bounce it off the wall again to strike the target on the moving robot. Stanton had to work against a machine; no ordinary human being could have given him any competition.
Pok! Pok! Ping!
Pok! Pok! Ping!
Pok! Pok! PLUNK.
"One miss," Stanton said to himself. But he fielded the next one nicely and slammed it home.
Pok! Pok! Ping!
The physical therapist who was standing to one side, well out of the way of those hard-slammed, fast-moving drives, glanced at his watch. It was almost time.
Pok! Pok! Ping!