Chapter 31 Chapter Thirty-One

In a deep, dark ventilation shaft sat a limping robot.It had sat for some time in this mechanical silence.It's cold and damp here, as a robot.It shouldn't have noticed this.However, after a tenacious effort, it actually noticed. It has something plugged into its head, which is connected to the central processing unit of the version of the battle zone computer.It didn't like it very much, and neither did the CPU of the theater computer. This poor metal man was picked up by a robot on Skochelus Z as a scrap.After picking it up, the Banqiu robot found that it had extremely high intelligence, so it decided to use it.

Too bad they didn't take into account its personality flaws.Even in this cold, dark, cramped, solitary situation, its character remained unchanged. It doesn't like the job at all. For it, it is too simple to coordinate and run the military strategy of the entire planet, and it only needs a little brain.And the rest of it was boring as hell.It has calculated all kinds of problems in the universe, mathematical, physical, chemical, biological, sociological, philosophical, lexical, meteorological, psychological - except his own problems - Already counted three times.In the end he really had nothing to do but start writing songs.Its ballads are short, mournful, and devoid of melody—or even tune.The latest one is a lullaby.

Ma Wen read numbly: Now all things are asleep, Darkness does not enter my eyes, Infrared I can see, I hate nights. He paused, as if to brew his feelings and artistic imagination.Finally, the second stanza was read: Now I'm in bed too, Trying to count electric sheep, Don't wish me a good night's sleep, I hate night. "Marvin!" someone yelled softly. It raised its head abruptly, and the electrodes and wires wrapped around it became even more messy. A security door opens.One head approached furtively, while the other cautiously looked around, extremely nervous.

"Oh, it's you," the robot murmured, "I should have thought of that." "Hey, kid." Zaphod was shocked when he saw it, "You were singing just now?" "It's me." Marvin replied bitterly, "I was in a so-called flash of inspiration just now." "You alone?" Zaphod asked. "Yes." Marvin replied, "I am physically and mentally exhausted, and my only companions are pain and sorrow. Of course, there is also a huge amount of wisdom. There is also endless sadness, and—" "Well," said Zaphod, "hey, where did you get all these things?"

"Here." Marvin held up his less injured hand, pointing to the wires and the computer. "So," said Zaphod with a slight embarrassment, "it looks like you saved me, twice." "Three times." Marvin said. Zaphod turned his head sharply (the other head was alert but completely unaware of the danger), only to realize that there was a killer robot standing behind him.The robot suddenly stiffened and began to smoke.It stumbled back to the wall, leaned against it dejectedly, then slid down, drooped its head, and began to sob, crying to death. Zaphod turned to Marvin.

"You must have a great perspective on life," he said. "Forget it." Marvin said. "I won't." Zaphod said no more. "Hey look, you did a great job!" "I think, you mean," Marvin used his brain's one-tenth of a trillion-percentage-test intelligence to push out this logic problem, "you won't let me out." "Son, you know what I really want." "But you won't." "right." "Understood." "You did a good job." "Yeah," said Marvin, "can't you stop talking about it when I'm already upset?"

"I have to find Trillian and the others. Hey, do you know where they are? I mean, I'm going to find someone on a planet, and it's easy to find." "They're close," said Marvin sadly. "You can watch them here if you like." "I'd better go to them," insisted Zaphod. "Well, maybe they need help, don't they?" "Perhaps," Marvin's sullen voice suddenly took on a bit of determination, "it's better to spy on them from here. That girl," he added abruptly, "is the most ignorant nonintelligent creature I have the least interest in avoiding." one."

Zaphod thought for a long time before he could straighten out the mess of negative words.So he asked in surprise: "Trillian?" he said. "She's just a kid. Pretty sweet, eh. But kind of headstrong. You know, woman. Maybe you don't. I guess you don't. Even if you knew I wouldn't want to hear it. Even Let's go." "...completely manipulated." "What?" Zaphod asked. It was Trillian talking.He turned away. The wall that the robot was crying against just now has become a screen.The screen showed somewhere in the battle zone that looked like a conference hall—Zaphod couldn't be sure because the droid was leaning against it.

He tried to move the robot, but it was too heavy.And people were busy grieving, and Zaphod held out his hand, and it would still bite.So Zaphod had to look around it. "Come to think of it," said Trillian, "your history is a series of queer impossibilities. If I had the impossibility, I'd be conscious. It's strange enough that you were completely cut off from the galaxy in the first place. There are still There happened to be a cloud. It was a trap. It was obvious." Zaphod was so restless that he could see nothing.The robot's head covered Trillian's listeners, its multipurpose baton covered Beijing, and its raised, blindfolded hand covered Trillian.

"Then," said Trillian, "the ship fell on your planet. It's quite possible—is it? Do you know how unlikely it is that a space ship will happen to cross the orbit of a planet? " "Hey," said Zaphod, "she doesn't know what she's talking about, I've seen that ship, fake. Impossible." "I think it's fake," Marvin said from his "cell." "Oh yes," said Zaphod, "it's easy for you to say. I said it first. Anyway, I don't see how it has anything to do with this." "And," continued Trillian, "especially this. As far as I know, the odds of a ship passing right through the orbit of a planet in the Milky Way, and indeed in the entire universe, are amazing. , it's just sad. You don't know how small do you? I don't know, it's too small. Again, it's a trap. If someone told me that the spaceship was fake, I wouldn't at all surprise."

Zaphod finally got the droid's bat out of the way.He saw Ford, Arthur, and Slarti Bartfast on the screen, and they all looked confused and shocked. "Hey, look," said Zaphod excitedly, "what a job the lads are doing! Go up and go! Kill them boys!" "Also," Trillian said, "how can you master so many high-tech overnight? Many people have to spend thousands of years to do it. Someone is deliberately providing the information you need. Someone is controlling you." "I know I know," she continued without waiting for anyone to interrupt, "I know, you don't realize it, that's exactly what I'm saying. You don't realize anything, including this supernova bomb." "How do you know?" an unknown voice asked. "I just know." Trillian said, "You want me to believe that you are so smart that you can make such a powerful invention, but you are so stupid that you never thought that it would destroy you? This is not just stupid, It's just home to idiots." "Hey, what bomb?" Zaphod asked Marvin nervously. "Supernova bomb?" Marvin replied. "It's a very small bomb." "Ok?" "It could destroy the universe completely," Marvin went on. "If you want to know my opinion, I'd say it's a good idea. Even though it can't be done." "Isn't it powerful?" "The bomb is powerful," Marvin said. "They didn't. They just designed it before it was locked in the cover. It took five years to make the bomb. They thought they got it right, but they didn't. They As stupid as all organic life is. I hate them." Trillian was still talking.Zaphod tugged at the robot's leg, and it kicked Zaphod and screamed at him.Then, trembling all over, it cried again.Crying and crying, it slid to the ground, lay on the floor, and continued to express its strong emotions, and finally it would not hinder others. Trillian stood in the middle of the hall, a little tired, but with angry flames burning in her eyes. Opposite her, is a wide curved console.Behind the console sat the impassive Elder Banqiu, pale and wrinkled.They stared at Trillian with helplessness, fear and disgust in their eyes. Between them and the Trillian (the scene was a bit like a courtroom) there was a thin white pillar, about four feet high.At the top of the post was a small sphere of Beser, about four inches in diameter.Standing next to it is a Banqiu robot, holding a multi-purpose baton. "Actually," Trillian continued, "you're so stupid." She broke into a sweat.Zaphod didn't think it was a good time to be sweating. "You are so stupid that I doubt that you could have built this bomb in five years without Hector's help." "Who is Hector?" Zaphod puffed out his chest. Marvin might have answered, but Zaphod heard nothing.He just stared at the screen. One of the Buqiu elders made a small gesture, and the Buqiu robot raised its baton. "I can't help it," said Marvin, "it's a separate circuit." "Wait a minute," Trillian said. The elder made a small gesture, and the robot stopped.Trillian suddenly had doubts about her own judgment. "How do you know this?" Zaphod asked Marvin. "It's the data in the computer. I have the right to see it." "You're different, aren't you?" Trillian said to the elders, "not like the people on the surface. You've lived here all your life, without the protection of the atmosphere, and you're vulnerable. Your people are worried, you know? They don't want that. You don't know anything, don't you want to investigate?" The elder was impatient.He made a gesture that was clearly the opposite of what he had just done.The robot raised its baton and swung it towards the little white ball. The little white ball is the supernova bomb. It's very small.But it is used to destroy the entire universe. The supernova bomb flew out and hit the wall of the hall, and a small part of the wall was deeply dented. "And how does she know that?" Zaphod asked. Marvin was silent in gloom. "Maybe it's just bragging," said Zaphod. "Poor kid. I shouldn't have left her there alone."