Every morning Arthur Dent woke up with a cry of terror as he remembered where he was. Not just because it was cold in the cave, and not just because it was damp and smelly.It's because, the cave is right in the middle of Islington, and no bus goes by, because it was two million years ago. 【① Islington: a famous tourist area in London. ——Translator's Note] Time is the worst space.So, to be lost in time is to be lost in time and space at the same time.Arthur Dent can attest to this.At least, if you just get lost in space, you'll have more to do. He'd been blown up, flown to the weirdest places in the galaxy imaginable, and insulted by others.Later, due to his involvement in a series of complicated events, he was put on the earth in prehistoric times.Even though his life has become very, very, very peaceful now, he's still blah blah blah.

He hadn't been blown up in five years. He had hardly seen anyone since parting from Ford Prefect four years ago, and had never been insulted again. Except once. It was about two years ago, on a spring evening. At dusk, as he was returning to his cave, he noticed an eerie glint in the clouds.He turned and stared there, a glimmer of hope suddenly rose in his heart.rescue.get away.The wreck's dim dream - a spaceship. He watched, he watched with surprise and excitement: a silvery white, slender spaceship descended slowly from the warm night wind, smoothly, unhurriedly, and lightly like a ballet, spreading out the long Support tripod.

It landed on the ground very gracefully, and the faint roar stopped, as if hypnotized by the quiet night. A gangway unfolds automatically. The lights were cast down. A tall figure, like a silhouette, appeared at the hatch.It came down the gangway and stood in front of Arthur. "You're an idiot, Dent," it said. It's an alien, very alien.It has alien-like height, alien-like flat head, alien-like small slit-like eyes, alien-like baggy and exaggerated golden robes, and alien-like clothes. Collar style, alien-style gray-green with pale skin.For many grey-green species, such radiant skin can only be obtained through a lot of exercise and expensive soap.

Arthur froze. It stared at him coldly. Arthur's initial hopes and fears were suddenly overwhelmed by shock.All his thoughts are now devoted to the use of the vocal organs. "Snake?..." he said. "No... ho... no..." he went on. "In... Goose... Move... Who?" He finally said, and then fell into extreme silence.Now he felt the consequences of not saying a word to anyone for such a long time. The alien creature frowned, and then used his skinny and slender alien hand to flip through a folder-like thing in his hand. "Arthur Dent?" it asked. Arthur nodded helplessly.

"Arthur Philip Dent?" the alien asked clearly and concisely. "Um... um... yes... um... um," replied Arthur. "You're an idiot," the alien repeated, "a complete bastard." "Ok……" The creature nodded to itself, made an alien note on its folder, and turned briskly toward the ship. "Um..." Arthur said desperately, "Um..." "Don't give me that set!" The alien said angrily.It returned to the gangway, stepped through the hatch, and flashed into the ship.The spaceship closed automatically and began to make a low roar.

"Uh... hey!" Arthur exclaimed, bewilderedly sprinting to the ship. "Wait!" cried Arthur. "What is this! What! Wait!" The spaceship rose into the air, and seemed to shake its own weight to the ground like shaking off the snow, and floated lightly.It slipped eerily into the night sky.It passed through the clouds, illuminated them, and vanished in an instant, leaving Arthur standing as a small, dancing black speck in the vast expanse of land. "What?" he yelled. "What? What? Hey, what? Come back and tell me!" He jumped and stomped until his legs shook, and he shouted until his lungs cramped.No one answered him.No one heard him, spoke to him.

At this time, the alien spacecraft has reached the outermost edge of the atmosphere at lightning speed, and is about to enter the vacuum.Vacuum is what separates the relatively rare things in the universe from each other. The owner of the spaceship, the alien with noble skin, is lying in its single chair.His name is "Wuji Longevity" Wowbug.He is a man of purpose.Not a very good goal, and he's graciously admitting it, but at least he has one.And, at least he can use this as an excuse to continue living. "Infinite Longevity" Wowbug was—more correctly, always has been—one of the very few immortal beings in the universe.

Creatures, born immortal, instinctively know how to deal with this problem.But wowbug was not among them.In fact, he hated them—the peaceful bastards.He became immortal in an unfortunate accident.The accident involved an irrational number particle accelerator, a liquid lunch, and a pair of rubber bands.The exact course of the accident is not important, because no one can re-simulate the conditions at that time.Plenty of people have tried, and they've all ended up making idiots of themselves, or dead, or both. Wowbug closed his eyes, with a tired and bored expression, turned on the stereo on the spaceship and played some light jazz, thinking, if it wasn't for Sunday afternoon, he should be able to bear it, he really could.

At the beginning, he was very happy. He lived an extremely wonderful life, lived a thrilling and exciting life, took all kinds of risks, and made a fortune in high-return long-term investments. In short, he lived longer than anyone else. In the end, it was Sunday afternoons like these that he couldn't bear anymore. The terrible boredom that strikes at 2:55, when you realize you've taken all the showers you can take in a day, when you can't read the words in the newspaper no matter how hard you stare, and don't want to Use those revolutionary high-tech lawn mowers it says, and when you stare at the hands of the clock and they point relentlessly to four o'clock, it's time for your soul to enter the long dark tea time...

So he began to feel bored.The happy smiles that I once showed when attending other people's funerals gradually disappeared.He came to despise the universe in general; he despised everyone in it, specifically. This became the point of departure for his goals, what motivated him, that is--in his own opinion--forever.That is: He's going to insult the entire universe. That is, he was going to insult everyone in it.Individually, personally, one by one, and (for which he decided to keep a secret) alphabetically.If anyone protested to him that this plan was not only completely evil, but that the fact that people in the universe were being born and died every moment made it completely unrealistic, he would be ruthless. stared at them, and said:

"People can always have dreams, right?" So he decided to take up the matter.He is equipped with a spaceship with a computer powerful enough to process data related to all populations in the known universe, and to calculate those extremely complicated related routes. His spacecraft quietly crossed the orbit of the solar system, preparing to throw itself into the interstellar space by the force of the sun. "Computer," he said. "Here it is," the computer said sharply. "Where is the next one?" "calculating." Wabug gazed for a moment at the wondrous jewels of the night sky—the tens of billions of diamond-dusted planets shining against a black background of infinity.Every one, any one, is in his itinerary.Most of these planets he had to visit a million times. He imagined connecting the dots in the sky with his own route, just like a child's game of connecting.He was looking forward to spelling a word that was very, very rude in most languages ​​of the universe. The computer beeps monotonously to indicate that it has finished computing. "Fofanga," it replied, beeping once. "Fofangga Fourth Star," it continued, beeping once. "Estimated itinerary, three weeks." It continued with a beep. "Go there and meet a little slug," it beeped, "of the genus 'Arthur-Luffy-Arry-Epdenau'." "I guess," it beeped, then paused, "you decided to call it 'brainless ass.'" Wow Bug grunted twice.He looked out of the window at the magnificent natural landscape that unfolded from time to time. "I think I'm going to take a nap," he said.He added, "Which network areas are we going to pass through in the next four hours?" The computer beeps. "Huanyu Reference, Thinking PHS and Home Smart Treasure Box." Said the computer.There was a beep. "Is there a movie I haven't seen 30,000 times?" "No." "Oh." "There's Scorched Space. You've only seen it thirty-three thousand five hundred and seventeen times." "Wake me up when it's time for volume two." The computer beeps. "Sleep well," it said. The spaceship glided into the night sky. At this very moment, here on Earth, with the rain pouring down, Arthur Dent sitting in his cave, having one of the worst nights of his life, thinking about what he might have said to the alien, While slapping the flies (and those flies, of course, had a bad night). The next day, he made himself a rabbit skin bag, and he thought it would be a good place to put things in.