Poli placed the breakfast on the table, keeping one eye on the table news-recorder which quietly disgorged the bulletins of the day. It could be done easily enough without loss of efficiency, this one-eye-absent business. Since all items of food were sterilely packed in containers which served as discardable cooking units, her duties vis-a-vis breakfast consisted of nothing more than choosing the menu, placing the items on the table, and removing the residue thereafter.She clacked her tongue at what she saw and moaned softly in retrospect.“Oh, people are so wicked,†she said, and Darell merely hemmed in reply.Her voice took on the high-pitched rasp which she automatically assumed when about to bewail the evil of the world. “Now why do these terrible Kalganese†– she accented the second syIlable and gave it a long “a†– “do like that? You'd think they'd give a body peace. But no, it's just trouble, trouble, all the time.“Now look at that headline: ‘Mobs Riot Before Foundation Consulate.' Oh, would I like to give them a piece of my mind, if I could.