 How do you win at zarquil?
Bodyguard By CHRISTOPHER GRIMM Illustrated by CAVAT [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction February 1956. Everyone in the room was aware of the big young man, and most of the humans present were resentful, for he handled himself consciously and arrogantly, as if his appearance alone were enough to make him superior to anyone. Even the girl with him was growing restless, for she was accustomed to adulation herself, and next to Gabriel Lockard she was almost ordinary-looking. "You must allow me to pay your cleaning bill," Gabe said, taking out his wallet and extracting several credit notes without seeming to look at them. And that, coming on top of Gabriel Lockard's spectacular appearance, was too much. "Then what are you running from, if not me? Once the illuminators were extinguished in Gabriel Lockard's hotel suite, it seemed reasonably certain to the man in the gray suit, as he watched from the street, that his quarry would not go out again that night. Roulette...? Each time it happens, there's a ... well, there's no experience to match it at a thrill-mill." "You're the dictator," the driver agreed sullenly. Gabe Lockard was in no condition to drive the helicar. Only when she started to struggle out by herself did he seem to remember her existence.
 there is no such thing as winning zarquil
 there is no such thing as winning zarquil  by finding your body and getting back to it  by defeating other participants  by being a better person after playing