Chapter 14 Chapter Fourteen

The Guide was refolded into a sleek black disc.Ford realized that there was something very exciting about it.Or rather, he's trying to realize it, but it's just too exciting to absorb it all at once, and his head is pounding and his ankles are hurting—even though he doesn't like the teacher Nagging about his ankles—he actually always thought that the deep pluralistic logic was easiest to understand in the bathtub.He needs time to think.Time, and a tall glass of wine, and some kind of strong, foamy massage oil. He has to get out.He had to take the Guide out.He didn't think they could escape together.

He scanned the room frantically. Think, think, think.There must be something simple and obvious.Because his disgusting, suspicious guess was correct, which meant that he was dealing with those disgusting, suspicious Vogons, so the simpler and more obvious the better. Suddenly, he saw what he needed. He will not delusional that he can outsmart the system, he just needs to use the system.The most frightening thing about Vogons is that once they decide to do something, no matter how stupid or blind it may be, they have a completely blind determination to carry it through.It is useless to appeal to their reason, because they have no reason at all.If you're brave enough, though, you can sometimes exploit their insistence on crude, (,) short-sighted, (,) short-sightedness.To borrow an analogy we often use, their left hand doesn't always know what their right hand is doing, and not only that, but often their right hand is also ignorant itself.

Would he dare to send this thing directly to himself? Would he have the guts to put it in the system and let the Vogons figure it out and get it into his hands, even though they'd probably be digging for him in the meantime? He dares. He wrapped it up excitedly.He wrapped it up and labeled it.He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he had made the right choice, and then tossed the package into the company's internal mail lane. "Colin," he turned to the little ball floating in the air, "I'm going to throw you to your own fate." "I'm glad," Colin said.

"Enjoy yourself," said Ford, "because I want you to take care of that package and make sure it gets out of the building. They'll probably burn you to ashes when they find you, and I won't be around to help you much. It's going to be very, very bad, it's a shame but there's nothing you can do about it. Got it?" "I'm bubbling with joy," said Colin. "Go!" said Ford. Colin docilely plunged into the mail aisle, after Ford's package.All Ford has to worry about now is himself, but it's still a pretty substantial worry.There were hurried and heavy footsteps outside the door, but he was prepared for it, not only locked it, but also pushed a large file cabinet against the door.

His concern was that everything was going too smoothly.Everything fits together too seamlessly.He plunged headlong into this pile of troubles regardless of his care, and in the end, all problems were solved, which was a bit surreal.Except for his shoes.The thought of that shoe gave him pain.This account must be settled. With a deafening bang, the door exploded into the room.Through the chaotic thick smoke and dust, he saw many big men with the appearance of slugs rushing into the room quickly. Isn't everything going well, huh?All problems were solved, as if extraordinary luck was on his side?Well, then give it a try.

With enthusiasm for scientific research, Ford jumped from the window again.