Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen

"See," Slartibartfast said, slowly stirring a cup of analog coffee—and stirring the vortex interface between real and unreal numbers, thereby gathering the reorganized immanent matrix, the matrix The subjectivity is contained in it, so that the spaceship can reshape the time and the space. "Understand what's going on." "I see," said Arthur. "I see," said Ford. "How do I..." asked Arthur, "...get this piece of chicken?" Slartibartfast looked at him gravely. "Fiddle with it," he said, "Fiddle with it."

He used the piece in his hand to demonstrate. Arthur did.So, he felt a shudder of mathematical functions pass through the chicken legs, four-dimensionally through space-Slati Bartfast told him that space is actually five-dimensional. "Overnight," continued Slarti Bartfast, "everything changed. From cuteness, to joy, to wit..." ". . . rather weird...," interrupted Arthur. "The normal person of . . . ," said Slarti Bartfast, "became cute, happy, wise..." "……weird……" "The manic xenophobe of.... The concept of the universe doesn't fit their worldview. They just can't stand it. So, the cute, happy, intelligent -- weird, if you like -- version of the beggar, decides to destroy the universe. So what gone?"

"I don't like this wine very much." Arthur said, smelling the wine. "Put it back, then. It's part of mathematics." Arthur complied.He didn't like the diagram on the smiling face of the robot waiter, he never liked diagrams. "Where are we going?" asked Ford. "Go back to the information phantom room." Slarti Bartfast wiped his mouth with a napkin calculated by mathematics, "Go and see the second half."