"I want to bet 700 terabytes on Sol 3."
"Sol 3?"
"The little blue one. There."
"That one?" Derisive laughter rippled through the crowd. "Have you seen the odds?"
"Yeah, and if they develop FTL--"
"They barely made it through their Atomic Age! There's no way they'll survive long enough to work out faster-than-light travel."
"But if they do, I'll be set for life."
"Yeah, and if you grow another head, you can be Prime Monarch of Cignus 4." More laughter.
"Are you going to take my bet or not?"
"It's your bandwidth, if you insist on throwing it away."