He gazed upward.
"Hello, the clamor has ceased," he said.
A fiendish twinkle glimmered in the apparition's hard little eyes.
"I've backed off time for a minute," he stated, "only for a minute you get it. I would loathe you to miss all I need to state."
"No, you hear me out, you transparent old bat," said Zaphod jumping out of
his seat, "A - a debt of gratitude is in order for ceasing time and all that, extraordinary, spectacular, awesome,
be that as it may, B - not this time for the instruction, isn't that so? I don't recognize what this extraordinary think
I'm intended to do is, and it looks to me as though I was assumed not to know.
What's more, I disdain that, correct?
"The bygone me knew. The former me gave it a second thought. Fine, up until this point so hoopy. Then again, actually the
old me minded so much that he reallyj & w kitchen , restaurant cleaning services got inside his own cerebrum - my own cerebrum
- and bolted of f the bits hibachi grill , pizzza box that knew and minded, in such a case that I knew and minded I
wouldn't have the capacity to do it. I wouldn't have the capacity to go and be President, and I
wouldn't have the capacity to take this ship, which must be the vital thing.
"However, this previous self of mine slaughtered himself of f, didn't he, by changing my
mind? Alright, that was his decision. This new me has its very own hibachi grill , pizzza box decisions to make, , j & w kitchen , restaurant cleaning services
what's more, by an interesting occurrence those decisions include not knowing and not minding
about this huge number, whatever it is. That is the thing that he needed, that is what he
"But this old self of mine attempted to abandon himself in charge, leaving orders
for me in the bit of my cerebrum he bolted of f. All things considered, I would prefer not to know, and
I would prefer not to hear them. That is my decision. I'm not going to be anyone's
manikin, especially not my own."
Zaphod slammed the reassure in wrath, careless in regards to the dumbfolded looks he was
"The former me is dead!" he raved, "Slaughtered himself! The dead shouldn't hang
about endeavoring to meddle with the living!"
"But then you call me up to enable you to out of a tough situation," said the phantom.
"Ok," said Zaphod, taking a seat once more, "well that is dif ferent would it say it isn't?"
He smiled at Trillian, pitifully.
"Zaphod," scratched the nebulous vision, "I think the main reason I squander my time
on you is that being dead I don't have some other use for it."
"Alright," said Zaphod, "for what reason don't you disclose to me what the huge mystery is. Attempt me."
"Zaphod, you knew when you were President of the Galaxy, as did Yooden
Vranx before you, that the President is nothing. A figure. Some place in
the shadows behind is another man, being, something, with extreme power.
That man, or being, or something, you should discover - the man who controls this
System, and - we think - others. Perhaps the whole Universe."
"Why?" shouted a bewildered apparition, "Why? Check out you fellow, does it
look to you as though it's in great hands?"
The old apparition frowned at him.
"I won't contend with you. You will just take this ship, this Improbability
Drive ship to where it is required. You will do it. Try not to figure you can get away from your motivation. The Improbability Field controls you, you are in its hold.
He was standing tapping at one of the terminals of Eddie the Shipboard Computer. Zaphod let him know.
"What's it doing?"
"It is attempting," said Zaphod with great limitation, "to make tea."
"Great," said his extraordinary granddad, "I favor of that. Presently Zaphod, "he stated,
turning and swaying a finger at him, "I don't know whether you are extremely prepared to do
prevailing in your activity. I figure you won't have the capacity to maintain a strategic distance from it. In any case, I am
too long dead and excessively worn out, making it impossible to mind as much as I did. The foremost reason I am
helping you presently is that I couldn't bear the prospect of you and your cutting edge
companions slumping about up here. Comprehended?"
"No doubt, thanks a package."
"Goodness, and Zaphod?"
"On the off chance that you ever discover you require help again, you know, in case you're stuck in an unfortunate situation, require a
pass out of a tight corner ..."
"Kindly don't dither to get lost."
Inside the space of one moment, an electrical jolt flashed from the wizened old
apparition's hands to the PC, the phantom vanished, the extension loaded up with surging smoke and the Heart of Gold jumped an obscure separation through the
measurements of reality.
22 CHAPTER 2.
Ten light years away, Gag Halfrunt raised his grin by a few indents. As
he watched the image on his vision screen, transferred over the sub-ether from
the scaffold of the Vogon transport, he saw the last smidgens of the Heart of Gold's
compel shield tore away, and the ship itself vanish in a puff of smoke.
Great, he thought.
The finish of the last stray overcomers of the obliteration he had requested on the
planet Earth, he thought.
The last end of this risky (to the mental calling) and rebellious
(likewise to the mental calling) investigation to discover the Question to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything, he thought.
There would be some festival with his colleagues today around evening time, and in the first part of the day
they would meet again their despondent, dumbfounded and profoundly productive patients, secure in the information that the Meaning of Life would not presently be,
for the last time, well and genuinely dealt with, he thought.
"Family's continually humiliating isn't it?" said Ford to Zaphod as the smoke
started to clear.
He delayed, at that point looked about.
"Where's Zaphod?" he said.
Arthur and Trillian looked about vacantly. They were pale and shaken and
didn't know where Zaphod was.
"Marvin?" said Ford, "Where's Zaphod?"
After a minute he stated:
The robot's corner was unfilled.
The ship was completely quiet. It lay in thick dark space. At times it shook
also, influenced. Each instrument was dead, every vision screen was dead. They
counseled the PC. It stated:
"I lament that I have been briefly shut to all correspondence.