Chapter 10 chapter Ten

"The third sound just now was one o'clock... thirty-two minutes... twenty seconds." "Beep...beep...beep."* Ford Prefect suppressed a grin of wicked satisfaction, then he realized he didn't need to suppress himself, and laughed, very wickedly. He relayed the signal received on the Sub-Ethernet to the ship's hi-fi system, and an odd, stilted, singing voice echoed through the cabin with unmistakable clarity. "The third sound just now was one o'clock... thirty-two minutes... thirty seconds." "Beep...beep...beep." He turned his voice up a bit, watching the rapidly changing numbers on the ship's computer monitor.Calculated according to the time he thought about in his mind, the problem of energy consumption was very prominent.He didn't want to be too heartless.

"The third sound just now was one o'clock... thirty-two minutes... forty seconds." "Beep...beep...beep." He looked around the little spaceship.Walk down the short hallway. "The third ring just now..." He poked his head into the small, utilitarian, gleaming steel lavatory. "yes……" That voice sounds good in here. He looked into the small sleeping compartment. "...One o'clock...Thirty-two minutes..." The voice sounds a bit muffled.A towel was hung on the horn.He took off the towel. "...fifty seconds." All right.

He went to look at the overcrowded cargo hold and was very dissatisfied with the sound there.There are too many boxes with all kinds of garbage.He stepped out of the cargo hold and waited for the hatch to close.Then smashed the glass of a control panel and pressed the dump cargo button.He wondered why he hadn't thought of this idea sooner.A rumbling noise quickly died away.After a brief pause, a slight hiss can be heard again. The sound stopped. He waited for the light to turn green, then reopened the hatch, which was now empty. "One o'clock...thirty-three minutes...fifty seconds"

great. "Beep...beep...beep." Ford went to do another thorough inspection of the emergency hibernation chamber, and he especially hoped that the sound could be heard clearly here. "Just now the third sound was one...thirty...four minutes...exactly." He looked down at the thick frost covering the dim mass within, and shuddered.One day, who knows what day it will be, this thing will wake up, and when it wakes up, it will know what time it is.Not the local time, of course not, who knows what time it is. He double-checked the computer monitor above the freezer bed, then dimmed the lights and checked again.

"The third sound just now was..." He quietly walked out and returned to the control cabin. "One o'clock... thirty-four minutes and twenty seconds." The voice was as clear as if he was listening to the phone in London, but he was not in London now, it was too far away. He stared out at the dark night sky.That shining cookie-crumb star in the distance was Sandostina, also known as Alcyone in that world that talked like it sang. The bright orange planet that filled half the sky was the great gas planet Cetherfres Major, where the Sykes warships rested.The planet's tiny, blue moon called Ipan had just risen.

"The third ring just now was..." He sat there for a full twenty minutes, watching the distance between the spaceship and Ipan fade away.The spacecraft's computer calculated the orbital data and brought the spacecraft into orbit around the moon. "One o'clock... fifty-nine minutes..." His original plan was to shut off all external signals and radiation from the ship, making it as invisible as possible, undetectable unless you stared directly at it.But he had a better idea.The spacecraft can now send out a beam of continuous signals as thin as a pencil, and send the time signals that are about to be received back to the planet from which the signals came. Caused a riot.

"Beep...beep...beep." He laughed. He didn't think he was the type to giggle or giggle, but now he had to admit he had been giggling or giggling for at least half an hour. "The third ring just now..." The spacecraft was almost perfectly locked in a permanent orbit around the invisible moon.almost perfect. There is one thing left.He computerized again the escape of the spaceship, the balancing act, the reaction, the tangential force, all the poems of the movement of the spaceship written in the language of mathematics, and the situation was very good. Before he left, he turned off the light.

His tiny, cigar-shaped escape pod began the three-day journey to Port Cesperon.As he set off, a bundle of pencil-thin signals also embarked on a longer journey. "Beep...beep...beep."