"Better believe it," said Zaphod, "I expect my extraordinary granddad sent you along to keep
"Much obliged a package grandad," he added to himself faintly.
"Along these lines, how are you?" he said so anyone might hear.
"Gracious, fine," said Marvin, "in the event that you happen to like being me which by and by I
"Better believe it, no doubt," said Zaphod as the lift entryways opened.
"Hi," said the lift sweetly, "I am to be your lift for this excursion to the
floor of your decision. I have been structured by the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation to take you, the guest to the Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, into these
their of fices. On the off chance that you make the most of your ride, which will be quick and pleasurable,
you may mind to encounter a portion of alternate lifts which have as of late
been introduced in the of fices of the Galactic expense division, Boobiloo Baby
Nourishments and the Sirian State Mental Hospital, where numerous ex-Sirius Cybernetics Corporation administrators will be enchanted to welcome your visits, sensitivity,
also, glad stories of the outside world."
"Better believe it," said Zaphod, venturing into it, "what else do you do other than talk?"
"I go up," said the lift, "or down."
"Great," said Zaphod, "We're going up."
"Or on the other hand down," the lift reminded him.
"Better believe it, OK, up please."
There was a snapshot of quietness.
"Down's extremely decent," recommended the lift ideally.
"Great," said Zaphod, "Now will you take us up?"
"May I ask you," asked the lift in its best, most sensible voice,
"in the event that you've considered every one of the conceivable outcomes that down might of fer you?"
Zaphod thumped one of his heads against within divider. He didn't require this,
he contemplated internally, this of everything he had no need of. He hadn't inquired
to be here. In the event that he was asked as of now where he might want to be he
would presumably have said he might want to lie on the shoreline with at any rate
fifty excellent ladies and a little group of specialists working out new ways they
could be decent to him, which was his typical answer. To this he would most likely
have included something enthusiastic the subject of nourishment.
One thing he would not like to do j & w kitchen
restaurant cleaning services was pursuing the man who managed the
Universe, who was just completing work which he should keep at, supposing that
it wasn't him it would just be another hibachi grill
pizzza box person. Above all else he would not like to be
remaining in an of fice square contending with a lift.
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"Like what different conceivable outcomes?" he asked tediously.
"Well," the voice streamed on like nectar on bread rolls, "there's the storm cellar, the
microfiles, the warming framework ... er ..."
"Nothing especially energizing," it conceded, "however they are options."
"Blessed Zarquon," murmured Zaphod, "did I request an existentialist lift?"
he beat his clench hands against the divider.
"What's the issue with the thing?" he spat.
"It wouldn't like to go up," said Marvin just, "I believe it's apprehensive."
"Apprehensive?" cried Zaphod, "Of what? Statures? A lift that fears
"No," said the lift hopelessly, "of things to come ..."
"The future?" shouted Zaphod, "What does the pitiful thing need, a
Right then and there a hullabaloo broke out in the banquet room behind them.
From the dividers around them came the sound of all of a sudden dynamic apparatus.
"We would all be able to see into the future," murmured the lift in what seemed like
fear, "it's a piece of our programming."
Zaphod watched out of the lift - a disturbed group had accumulated round the
lift zone, pointing and yelling.
Each lift in the building was descending, quick.
He dodged back in.
"Marvin," he stated, "simply get this lift go up will you? We must get to
"Why?" asked Marvin drearily.
"I don't have the foggiest idea," said Zaphod, "however when I discover him, he would be wise to have an extremely
valid justification for me needing to see him."
Present day lifts are abnormal and complex substances. The antiquated electric winch
what's more, "most extreme limit eight-people" occupations bear as much connection to a Sirius
Computer science Corporation Happy Vertical People Transporter as a bundle of
blended nuts does to the whole west wing of the Sirian State Mental Hospital.
This is on the grounds that they work on the trinkets guideline of "defocused fleeting
recognition". At the end of the day they have the ability to see faintly into the prompt future, which empowers the lift to be on the correct floor to pick
you up even before you realized you needed it, in this manner dispensing with all the dreary
talking, unwinding, and making companions that individuals were recently compelled to
do whist sitting tight for lifts.
Not unnaturally, numerous lifts pervaded with insight and precognition turned out to be frightfully baffled with the careless business of going here and there, up
furthermore, down, tested quickly with the idea of going sideways, as a sort
of existential challenge, requested interest in the basic leadership process
lastly took to hunching down in storm cellars sulking.
A devastated wanderer visiting any planets in the Sirius star framework these
days can get pain free income filling in as an advisor for masochist lifts.
At the fifteenth floor the lift entryways opened rapidly.
"Fifteenth," said the lift, "and recall that, I'm just doing this since I
like your robot."
Zaphod and Marvin packaged out of the lift which right away snapped its
entryways close and dropped as quick as its component would take it.
Zaphod glanced around carefully. The hallway was betrayed and quiet and gave
no sign concerning where Zarniwoop may be found. Every one of the entryways that drove of f the
hallway were shut and plain.
They were standing near the scaffold which drove opposite one pinnacle of the
working to the next. Through an expansive window the splendid sun of Ursa Minor
Beta tossed squares of light in which moved little bits of residue. A shadow
fluttered past immediately.
"Left hanging by a lift," mumbled Zaphod, who was feeling in any event
They both stood and looked in the two bearings.
"You know something?" said Zaphod to Marvin.
"More that you can envision."
"I'm absolutely sure this building shouldn't shake," Zaphod said.
It was only a light tremor through the bottoms of his feet - and another. In the
sunbeams the specks of residue moved all the more enthusiastically. Another shadow bounced
Zaphod took a gander at the floor.
"It is possible that," he stated, not unquestionably, "they are very brave framework for
conditioning up your muscles while you work, or ..."
He strolled crosswise over to the window and all of a sudden bumbled on the grounds that right then and there his Joo Janta 200 Super-Chromatic Peril Sensitive shades had turned
totally dark. An extensive shadow fluttered past the window with a sharp buzz.
Zaphod tore of f his shades, and as he did as such the building shook with a
deafening thunder. He jumped to the window.
"Or then again," he stated, "this current building's being besieged!"
Another thunder split through the building.
"Who in the Galaxy would need to bomb a distributing organization?" asked Zaphod, however never heard Marvin's answer in light of the fact that right then and there the building
shook with another bomb assault. He endeavored to stumble back to the lift - a
inconsequential move he understood, however the just a single he could consider.
All of a sudden, toward the finish of the hall driving at right edges from this one, he
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gotten a quick look at a consider as it thrusted along with view, a man. The man saw him.
"Beeblebrox, here!" he yelled.
Zaphod peered toward him with doubt as another bomb impact shook the building.
"No," called Zaphod, "Beeblebrox here! Who are you?"
"A companion!" yelled back the man. He kept running towards Zaphod.
"Goodness better believe it?" said Zaphod, "Anybody's companion specifically, or just for the most part well
The man dashed along the hallway, the floor kicking underneath his feet like an energized cover. He was short, stocky and weatherbeaten and his garments looked
as though they'd been twice round the Galaxy and back with him in them.
"Do you know," Zaphod yelled in his ear when he arrived, "your building's
The man demonstrated his mindfulness.
It all of a sudden quit being light. Looking round at the window to perceive any reason why,
Zaphod expanded as an enormous sluglike, gunmetal-green shuttle crawled through the
air past the building. Two more tailed it.
"The administration you abandoned is out to get you, Zaphod," murmured the man,
"they've sent a squadron of Frogstar Fighters."
"Frogstar Fighters!" mumbled Zaphod, "Zarquon!"
"You get the image?"
"What are Frogstar Fighters?" Zaphod was certain he'd heard somebody talk
about them when he was President, yet he never given careful consideration to
of ficial matters.
The man was pulling him back through an entryway. He ran with him. With a
singing cry a little dark creepy crawly like protest shot through the air and vanished down the passage.
"What was that?" murmured Zaphod.
"Frogstar Scout robot class An out searching for you," said the man.
From the other way came a bigger dark creepy crawly like protest. It destroyed
"What's more, that was ...?"
"A Frogstar Scout robot class B out searching for you."
"What's more, that?" said Zaphod, as a third one singed through the air.
"A Frogstar Scout robot class C out searching for you."
"Hello," laughed Zaphod to himself, "quite inept robots eh?"
From over the extension came an enormous thundering murmur. A colossal dark shape
was moving over it from the contrary pinnacle, the size and state of a tank.
"Heavenly photon, what's that?"
hungry to stand up to. He didn't comprehend what the idea implied.