Você descreveu A morte que sonhos de Keith Laumer. Ele invade a undercity, aceita um emprego para apostar em agenciadores de apostas, convence seu chefe a receber dinheiro de outras pessoas em algumas apostas.
I've worked out the major cycles, and enough minor ones to show a profit. It wasn't too hard. I minored in statan, back in my kid days.
Ao ganhar algum dinheiro nessa linha, ele volta para a cidade propriamente dita, paga pela terapia de musculação e pelo treinamento de habilidades (hipnótico?).
In the third week Bailey, out of the tank for his alter-hourly session in the treadcage, paused to look at himself in the mirror. His face was gaunt, knobbed below the jawline with unfamiliar lumps of muscle; his neck was awkwardly corded; his shoulders swelled in sinewy striations above a chest which seemed to belong to someone else.
"I look wrong," he said. "Misshapen. No symmetry. Out of balance."
"Sure, sure. What do you expect, to start with? Some sectors respond quicker, some were in better shape. Don't worry. First we go for tone, then bulk, then definition, then balance. You're doing swell. We start coordination and dynamics next. Another sixty days and you'll look like you were born under that blue tag."
Ele finalmente confronta a classe alta em um jogo de azar.
The private game room to which Lord Tace conducted Bailey and the Apollo members contrasted sharply with the blighted cold-water flat from which Gus Aroon had rolled his book three months before; but the mathematics of the game were unchanged.