Chapter 24 Chapter Twenty-Four

And in the dark depths of space, various invisible actions are unfolding. The so-called invisible, is to the residents of the weird and moody complex-by the way, the probability is infinite, and the planet named Earth is at the focus of this complex-the problem is, invisible Doesn't mean it doesn't affect them. On a green leatherette sofa at the farthest edge of the solar system sits an extremely anxious Griblon chief, distracted, staring at a bank of televisions and computer screens, fiddling with various Something—his astrology book, his computer control panel, and the non-stop images coming back from all the Griblon surveillance devices, all images of Earth.

He is depressed.Their mission was to watch, but secretly, and, to be honest, he was kind of fed up with that.He can almost guarantee that his original mission must not be as simple as sitting in front of the TV all year round.Isn't there so many other materials on the spaceship?They must have been prepared for a purpose, but those purposes have been completely forgotten.He needed purpose in his life, so he turned to astrology to fill the gaping gap between his heart and his soul.Astrology must tell him something, yes. Well, it did tell him something. According to his reading, what it told him was that he was going to have a very, very bad month, and that things were going to get worse if he didn't pull himself together, take the initiative, and sort things out on his own.

This is real.That good Tricia McMillan designed him a computer program to re-triangulate all the corresponding astrological data, plus his book of astrology, earth-based astrology has been completely passed After calculation, even though the Grebrons were squatting on the tenth planet of the solar system, even though they were squatting in this freezing place, astrology could still give meaningful answers.Things are already clear. The results of the calculations clearly and unequivocally show that he is going to have a very bad month, starting today, because today the earth will begin to ascend into Capricornus, and this is very important for showing all Taurus signs. For the Griblon leader with standard characteristics, it is indeed a big bad thing.

Now, his horoscope tells him that it is time to take the initiative, difficult choices are inevitable, and he must see clearly what to do and do it well.All this was hard for him, but he knew that no one ever said that hard things weren't hard.The computer is already tracking and predicting the orientation of the earth in real time, and the data update speed is in seconds. He ordered the huge gray turret to start rotating. The Griblon's surveillance equipment was all aimed at Earth, so it was unaware of the sudden addition of a data source in the solar system. The odds that it happened to spot this source of data were actually negligible—it was a huge yellow architectural ship, as far from the sun as Rupert was, but almost in the exact opposite direction, almost completely obscured by the sun. Strictly.

almost. That big yellow construction ship, it tried to quietly monitor every move on Planet Ten, and it succeeded. In many other respects, too, the ship was the exact opposite of the Griblon ship. Its chief, its captain, knew his purpose well, it was simple and clear, and he pursued it very hard for a long time with simplicity and clarity. Anyone who knows his purpose will agree that it is meaningless and ugly, that it is not the kind of purpose that enriches your life, that springs your step, and makes the birds sing and the flowers bloom.If you really want to say it, it should be the exact opposite, the complete opposite.

But it's not his job to worry about it, his job is to do his job, and the content of his job is to do his job, and if it leads to narrow-minded circular arguments or something, then it's not his job to Worrying about these things, when encountering this kind of thing, he will hand it over to other people, and these other people will hand it over to other other people. Many, many light-years from here—many, many light-years from everywhere, in fact—was a long-abandoned planet, a gloomy planet called Vogon, somewhere deep above. On the foggy, (,) smelly shore, a small stone monument stands in the mud.The last fleeing hermit crabs on the planet left their empty shells, dirty and battered, around the monument to the supposedly Vogonian (the ethnographic name is Vogon The place where Plutus the Tribute first came ashore.An arrow is engraved on the monument, pointing to the fog outside, and under the arrow is written "This is the end" in a simple and plain font.

In the belly of the hideous yellow ship, Captain Vogon reached out with a grunt, and picked up the slightly curled and faded piece of paper in front of him.A clear order. We have already explained that the captain's job is to do his job, but if you really want to know where the job started, then the ultimate answer is this piece of paper, which was issued by his immediate superior a long time ago. An order, and his goal is to execute this order, and then, after it is completed, put a small tick in the small box next to it. He had already carried out this order once, but, due to a series of annoying objective circumstances, he had never been able to sketch the little one.

One annoying situation is the complex nature of this side of the galaxy, where smaller probabilities keep interfering with larger ones.If you just clear things up, it's like pressing one of the bubbles down on a badly pasted wallpaper.Whatever you clear here will reappear.However, this issue will be resolved soon. Another problem stems from that small group of people who keep refusing to be where they should be when they should be.This problem will also be resolved soon. These three questions are a lawless and annoying little thing: .This problem was really solved neatly and cleanly.In fact, through its extraordinary power of short-term reverse manipulation, the Guide itself has now become the Vogon's solution to all other problems.The captain came only to enjoy the last act of the comedy.He didn't have to lift a finger himself.

"Images," he said. The bird-like shadow spread its wings and flew into the air beside him. Darkness engulfed the bridge, and a few dark lights flashed in the guide bird's dark eyes. At the same time, the problem-solving program finally marked one after another. The closing parenthesis, the clause finally ends, the loop comes to an abrupt end, and the recursive sequence enters the last few runs. Out of the darkness glowed a brilliant image, a watery blue and green picture, a pipe floating through the air that looked like sliced ​​sausage. The Vogon snorted in satisfaction, which sounded like flatulence, and leaned back in his chair to look.