Chapter 11 Chapter Eleven

step, step. Hum—— "pleased to serve you." "Shut up." "thanks." Step, step, step, step, step. Hum—— "Thank you for making a small door very happy." "May your diodes rot." "Thank you. Have a nice day." Step, step, step, step. Hum—— "It is my honor to open it for you..." "Praise your mouth." "...It is also satisfying to finish all work after closing for you." "I say praise your mouth." "Thank you for listening." Step, step, step, step. "Oh." Zaphod stopped in his tracks.He had been walking around in the Heart of Gold for days, and no door had ever said "Oh" to him.He was sure no door had said "Oh" to him, that was not what a door would say, it was too terse.Also, there weren't that many doors, and the voice sounded like hundreds of people saying "oh," which confused him a lot since he was the only one on the ship.

Everything is in the dark.All non-essential equipment on the spacecraft was turned off.At this time, it was wandering in a remote part of the galaxy, in the dark depths of space.So where are the hundreds of people coming here to say "Oh" to him? He looked around, ran to the corridor to look, and then lay down to look under the corridor, but everywhere was just dark.In the darkness, only the faint pink outlines of each door glowed slightly.And, every time there is an "oh", the door will vibrate.Zaphod tried everything he could to silence the sound. The lights were off, so Zaphod's heads didn't need to see each other.They're both pretty unhandsome now--since he's made the mistake of deciding to explore the depths of his soul.

What a mistake.It was late at night—of course. It was a rough day—and rightly so. Soul music was blaring on the ship's sound system—of course. And he, of course, was a little drunk. In other words, everything that makes one want to explore the depths of the soul is in place.Unfortunately, that was clearly an absolute mistake. Now, standing quietly and alone in the dark corridor, he remembered the situation at that time and shuddered.One of his heads has this expression, and the other has that expression, and both feel that the other's expression may be slightly better than their own.

He listened, but there was nothing. Only "oh". To bring such a large number of people to such a remote place just to say a single word. Nervously, he moved himself slowly, trying to get closer to the console.Where he at least felt in control.He stopped again.The reason is that he feels that he is really not a guy suitable for being in a controlling position. Looking back, at that time, he was shocked and found that he did have a soul. In fact, he had always assumed that he had a soul, as he had everything—something and two—until now, he was shocked to find himself lurking in the darkness.

Later, he realized (this was the second shock of his heart) that for a person in his position, the soul is really not something particularly worth looking forward to, so he was shocked again. Then he thought, what is his status?The shock made him almost spill the wine.So he quickly took a big sip to prevent more serious things from happening.Then he took another swig to see if the first sip was okay. "Freedom!" he cried aloud. Trillian came to the console and said something positive about freedom to him. "I can't stand it," he said gloomily, throwing his head back for a third sip, to see why the second hadn't reported the first.He looked at Trillian from both sides, and felt that the one on the right was more beautiful.

He took another sip of wine down the other throat, planning for it to catch up with the first one, and the two of them worked together to pull the second one, and then the three went to the first one together, and had a good chat with it , You can also sing together or something. He didn't know if he understood the fourth sip, so he asked the fifth sip to explain and the sixth to show moral support. "You've had too much to drink," said Trillian. He bumped his two heads together, trying to see clearly the four of her in his eyes.He gave up and turned to the navigation screen, surprised to see such a huge number of stars.

"Exciting and adventurous, it's very cool." He murmured. "You see," she said sympathetically, sitting down beside him, "you're understandably feeling a little lost." He looked at her in surprise, he had never seen anyone sitting on his lap before. "Wow," he said, taking another sip of his drink. "You've accomplished what you've been working on for years." "I'm not working hard for it. I'm trying not to work hard for it." "You're still done." He grunted, a wild party in his stomach.

"I think he finished me," he said, "I, Zaphod Beeblebrox, I can go anywhere, I can do anything, I have the best ship in space, a girl who can do it all ..." "yes?" "As far as I know, I'm not good at relationships." Trillian raised her eyebrows. "I'm," he went on, "a very good guy. I can do anything, but I don't really know what to do." He paused. "Do this," he added, "and end up doing that." As he said, he took another sip, and slid out of his chair in a disfigured way. While Zaphod slept, Trillian looked in the ship, which had advice about getting drunk.

"Get drunk," it said. "Good luck." Click on the reference materials below this article to think about the size of the universe and how to deal with this problem. Then she saw an introduction to Henwell, an exotic vacation planet, one of the wonders of the galaxy. Hanway Ward is a world of ultra-luxury hotels and grand casinos, all formed by natural weathering and water erosion.The possibility of this happening is almost infinite.Little is known about this phenomenon because the geophysicists, probabilistic statisticians, weather analysts and eccentric phenomenologists who aspire to study it cannot afford to go there.

awesome.Cui Lian thought to herself.So, a few hours later, the spaceship in the shape of a large white running shoe landed lightly from the sky, covered in bright sunlight, and flew towards the sparkling beach dock.The spaceship obviously caused a commotion on the ground, and Cui Lian was quite proud.She heard Zaphod moving somewhere in the ship, whistling. "How are you?" she said over the walkie-talkie. "Very good," he said briskly, "very good." "Where are you?" "bathroom." "what are you doing?" "Stay." An hour or two passed and it started to get boring—as he wanted.So the spacecraft returned to the sky without even opening the hatch.

"Hey," said the computer "Eddie." Trillian nodded patiently, tapped the keyboard, and pressed the intercom. "I thought, maybe forced play isn't what you need." "Perhaps," Zaphod replied out of nowhere. "I thought maybe a little physical encouragement would bring you back." "I'll go with anything you think," said Zaphod. The title "Impossible Entertainment" caught Cui Lian's attention.After a while, she sat down and continued to look through the Guide.The Heart of Gold is flying aimlessly at an incredible speed.She took a glass of the nasty stuff from the automatic nutrition drink dispenser, took a sip, and read how to fly. That's what flying is about. There is a way, or a knack, to fly. The trick is, you have to learn to throw yourself toward the ground without touching the ground. Pick a sunny day, it suggested, and try it. The first step is easy. You just need to use all your strength to jump forward, and at the same time have the will to not be afraid of pain. In other words, if you fail to "not touch the ground", it will hurt. A lot of people will hit the ground, and if they do it really well, it will probably hit the ground hard. Obviously, the second step of "not touching" is the most difficult part. One of the problems, you have to accidentally not touch the ground.Trying not to touch the ground is a mistake, then you will.In the middle of the jump, you have to give your attention to something else for a split second so you don't think about falling, or the ground, or how it hurts to hit it. If, if you're really lucky, your attention is caught at a critical moment by, say, a pair of stunning legs (tentacles/pseudopodia—depending on the category and/or personal orientation), or being by your side Exploding bombs, or a sudden sighting of an extremely rare beetle crawling on a nearby twig.At that point, you'll be surprised to find that you're not touching the ground, but floating an inch or two above it, maybe a little silly. At this time, attention needs to be mastered very skillfully. Wandering, wandering, wandering. Lose all awareness of weight and just float yourself a little higher. At this time, don't listen to anyone talking to you, because they generally have nothing useful to say. Mostly they say something like: "My God, you're flying!" It is extremely important not to trust them.Once you believe what they say, they will hit the mark. Float a little higher, a little higher. See if you can jump forward.First lightly flutter, and then you can float to the top of the tree to keep breathing evenly. Don't wave at anyone. The more you do it a few times, the easier it will be for you to lose your mind.After that, you will learn more flying methods, how to control speed and use flying skills.And the secret of that kind of thinking, which is to not think too much about anything, just let it happen, and that's what it's going to be anyway. You'll also learn how to land properly, a step that can be messed up, especially the first time, badly. You can join a private flying club who can help you with that all-important mind-wandering moment.They employ specialists, or they have amazing bodies, or they have amazing views.They will pop out from behind the bushes to demonstrate and/or explain the above.Few of the true wanderers could afford such clubs, though some might be hired to work. Trillian read it eagerly.But she reluctantly realized that Zaphod's current state of mind was not suitable for trying to fly, to try to walk through mountains, to try to persuade the civil department of Bratiswagan to recognize a change of address card-these are listed in Under the entry "Impossible Entertainment". So she turned the spaceship to Arosmaniu Sineca, a world of ice and snow, which was shockingly beautiful and frighteningly cold.It is a long and tiring journey to trek from the Liska snow field to the top of the ice pyramid of Sastantu.Even jet skis and the Seneca Snowhounds don't help.However, at the top of the pyramid, looking at the scene of the Sting Glacier area, the glittering prism mountains, the holy ice light at the end of the sky - your mind froze at first, and then slowly released to the extreme of beauty that you have never experienced in your lifetime.Cui Lian felt that she just needed to let her mind slowly release, to reach the pinnacle of beauty that she had never experienced in her lifetime. They are getting closer and closer.Below the orbit is the silvery world of Arosmaniu Sineca.Zaphod was still lying in bed with one head tucked under the pillow and the other staying up late doing crossword puzzles. Trillian nodded patiently again, counting from one to a large enough number, telling herself that the most important thing now is to let Zaphod speak. She prepared.Since all the automatic kitchen synthesis machines had stopped working, she tried her best to cook a meal with all kinds of colors and flavors—fat and tempting meat, fresh and fragrant fruits, fragrant and tangy cheese, and fine wine from Aldebaran. She brought the food to Zaphod and asked if he would talk. "Praise your mouth," said Zaphod. Trillian nodded patiently, counted from one to a bigger number, threw the tray away, and went to the transfer room to get away from that guy as soon as possible. She didn't even lose the coordinates.She doesn't care where she's going, as long as she goes—any point in the universe. "Anywhere," she said to herself before she left, "better than this." "Good job." Zaphod muttered to himself, turned over, and continued to lose sleep. The next day, he paced restlessly in the corridors of the ship, pretending he wasn't looking for her, even though he knew she wasn't here.The computer complained and asked what was wrong, and he ignored the computer's problem and plugged its terminal circuit with a small circuit plug. After a while, he started turning off the lights.Can't see anything.Nothing will happen. Lying in bed one night—there was only night on the ship now—he decided to get back together and do something about it.He sat up abruptly and began to dress.He thought that there must be someone in the universe who was more unfortunate, miserable, and abandoned than him, and he made up his mind to find that person. On the way to the console, he thought for a moment that it might be Marvin, and he turned and went back to bed. A few more hours later, he was pacing alone in the corridors, cursing the happy doors, and then he heard the "ooh" and got very nervous. He tensed his nerves, leaning his back against the corridor wall, his brows were furrowed so fiercely, as if he wanted to straighten the bottle cork with his mind.He touched the wall with his fingertips and felt an unusual vibration.Now, he heard voices clearly and could tell where they were coming from—they were coming from the console. "Computer?" he said softly. "Huh?" The computer terminal closest to him replied, also not daring to breathe. "Is there anyone else on the ship?" "Hmm," the computer replied. "who is it?" "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," said the computer. "what?" "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhin Zaphod buried his head in his hands. "Oh, Zankong," he said to himself.Then, he looked towards the other end of the corridor, not far away was the console, where the meaningful voice came from.The plugged terminal circuit is also there. "Computer." He asked softly. "Ok?" "If I pull the plug later..." "Ok?" "Just tell me to slap myself in the mouth." "Hmmmm?" "Anything. Now answer a question for me. One yes for yes, two for no. Is it dangerous over there?" "Ok." "yes?" "Ok." "You just said twice, huh?" "Uh-huh." "Oh." Little by little he moved towards that end, in fact he wanted to stride and run in the opposite direction. It was only a meter or two away from the console door.Suddenly, he remembered a terrible thing about the door, and his face froze—he couldn't turn off the greeting setting on the door. The console entrance is not yet visible, because the console is designed in a fat curved shape.Just now he fantasized that he could sneak in without anyone noticing. He leaned back against the wall in frustration, and cursed a few words that surprised even his other head. He squinted, staring at the pink outline of the door, trying to deduce the range of the sensor - the area projected in the dark hallway, the door could tell when it opened, say a pleasant greeting language. He stuck tightly to the wall, moved along the base of the wall towards the door, sucking his chest as hard as he could, so as not to touch the unknown sensing range.He held his breath, secretly glad that he was lying in bed and sulking for the past few days, instead of going to the spaceship gym to exercise his chest muscles to vent his emotions. He felt he could speak now.He took a few weak breaths, and then said quickly and softly: "Men, if you can hear me, answer me very gently." The door murmured softly, "I can hear you." "Okay, now, right away, I'll ask you to open the door. When you open it, don't say you're happy, OK?" "OK." "Don't say that I made a small door very happy, or that it was an honor for you to open it for me, and you are satisfied with finishing everything after closing it for me, OK?" "OK." "Don't even say wish me a happy day, understand?" "understood." "OK." Zaphod tensed up, "Go ahead." The door opened silently.Zaphod slipped in silently.The door closed silently behind him. "Are you satisfied, Mr. Beeblebrox?" cried the Door. "I want you to imagine," the robot in front of Zaphod looked back sharply at him, so he said, "I'm holding a super-powerful killer pistol." There was a cold, menacing silence in the room.The robots looked at him with horrible, lifeless eyes.They stand still.They looked creepy, especially to Zaphod, since he had never seen or heard of them.Wars are part of ancient galactic history, and when Zaphod was in ancient history class, he was busy figuring out how to catch the girl sitting next to him.Since his teaching computer was a necessary link in his plot, he deleted all the history class materials and replaced it with a bunch of other things, which eventually resulted in the computer being thrown away and sent to the waste digital product collection station .The girl went with the computer—by some oversight, she fell in love with the unfortunate computer. The end result: a, Zaphod can no longer approach her. a, He missed a lesson in the history of the ancient galaxy, the content of which happened to be extremely important to him at this moment. He also stared at the robots, very surprised. One thing seems inexplicable: the smooth and shiny white bodies of this group of robots seem to be the best spokesperson for clean, detached demons.From their terrifying and lifeless eyes to their hard and ruthless feet, it is obvious that their creators must have carried out a sophisticated design with only one purpose, which is to kill.Zaphod swallowed in horror. They're tearing down the wall of the console, and they've made a hole in the central area of ​​the ship.Zaphod looked at the mess and found something even more astonishing—they were digging towards the core of the spaceship, and they were about to approach the mysterious, improbable drive heart created out of thin air, that is, the heart of gold itself. The robot closest to him stared at him as if to see every particle of him—body particle, soul particle, and ability particle.What it said confirmed this feeling. Before revealing its contents, it is worth recording that Zaphod is the only living organism who listened to them and survived in ten billion years.If he'd been serious about his ancient history lessons (rather than enamored with the act of life), he'd be honored for what he's going through. The robot's voice is as cold, smooth, and relentless as its body.Perhaps it is because of such a body that there is such a voice.Both are old. it says: "You are holding a violent killer pistol." For a moment, Zaphod didn't know what it meant.He glanced at his hand inadvertently, and was very relieved to find that the thing he just tore from the bracket was exactly what he hoped for. "Yes." He smiled lightly, but it seemed a little funny, "Oh, I don't want to force you to use your imagination too much, robot." After waiting for a while, no one answered.Zaphod realized that the bots weren't there to chat, it was up to him to chat. "I have to notice that you parked the spaceship into—" he nodded with one head, "—inside my spaceship." No one denied his words.They just parked the spaceship where they wanted to stop, never seeming to think about the issue of etiquette.And so, straight into the heart of gold, as if they were but two combs. Still, no one answered.If he didn't use interrogative sentences, Zaphod thought, the conversation would probably lose its momentum. "...Is it?" he added. "Yes." The robot replied. "Um, OK," said Zaphod, "so what are you kittens doing here?" silence. "Robots," said Zaphod, "what are you robots doing here?" "We're here," said the robot grimly, "to fetch the golden crossbar." Zaphod nodded.He waved his gun, as if encouraging further elaboration.The robot seems to get it too. "The golden bar is part of the key," continued the robot, "used to rescue our master from the planet." Zaphod nodded again, and he swung his gun again. "The key," continued the robot, "split in time and space. The golden bar is hidden in the drive of your ship. It will be used to reassemble the key. Our master will be released. The reorganization of the universe will continue. " Zaphod nodded again. "What are you talking about?" he said. A look of pain seemed to flash across the robot's utterly glazed face.It seemed to find the conversation frustrating. "Extinction," it said, "we're looking for the key," it repeated, "and we've found the wood, steel, and plexiglass posts. Soon we'll have the golden crossbar..." "No you won't." "We will," the robot declared. "No you won't. It's the drive for my ship." "Soon," the robot repeated patiently, "we'll have the golden crossbar..." "You won't," said Zaphod. "Afterwards we have to go," said the robot with all seriousness, "to a party." "Oh," said Zaphod in amazement, "can I come?" "No," said the robot, "we're going to shoot you." "Oh yeah?" Zaphod shook his gun. "Yes," said the robots, and they fired. Zaphod was so surprised that he took another shot before he fell.