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〃Very probably； I'm afraid；〃 she said。
Chapter 14
The Heart of Gold fled on silently through the night of space； now on conventional photon drive。 Its crew of four were ill at ease knowing that they had been brought together not of their own volition or by simple coincidence； but by some curious principle of physics … as if relationships between people were susceptible to the same laws that governed the relationships between atoms and molecules。
As the ship's artificial night closed in they were each grateful to retire to separate cabins and try to rationalize their thoughts。
Trillian couldn't sleep。 She sat on a couch and stared at a small cage which contained her last and only links with Earth … two white mice that she had insisted Zaphod let her bring。 She had expected not to see the planet again； but she was disturbed by her negative reaction to the planet's destruction。 It seemed remote and unreal and she could find no thoughts to think about it。 She watched the mice scurrying round the cage and running furiously in their little plastic treadwheels till they occupied her whole attention。 Suddenly she shook herself and went back to the bridge to watch over the tiny flashing lights and figures that charted the ship's progress through the void。 She wished she knew what it was she was trying not to think about。
Zaphod couldn't sleep。 He also wished he knew what it was that he wouldn't let himself think about。 For as long as he could remember he'd suffered from a vague nagging feeling of being not all there。 Most of the time he was able to put this thought aside and not worry about it； but it had been re…awakened by the sudden inexplicable arrival of Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent。 Somehow it seemed to conform to a pattern that he couldn't see。
Ford couldn't sleep。 He was too excited about being back on the road again。 Fifteen years of virtual imprisonment were over； just as he was finally beginning to give up hope。 Knocking about with Zaphod for a bit promised to be a lot of fun； though there seemed to be something faintly odd about his semi…cousin that he couldn't put his finger on。 The fact that he had bee President of the Galaxy was frankly astonishing； as was the manner of his leaving the post。 Was there a reason behind it？ There would be no point in asking Zaphod； he never appeared to have a reason for anything he did at all： he had turned unfathomably into an art form。 He attacked everything in life with a mixture of extraordinary genius and naive inpetence and it was often difficult to tell which was which。
Arthur slept： he was terribly tired。
There was a tap at Zaphod's door。 It slid open。
〃Zaphod。。。？〃
〃Yeah？〃
〃I think we just found what you came to look for。〃
〃Hey； yeah？〃 Ford gave up the attempt to sleep。 In the corner of his cabin was a small puter screen and keyboard。 He sat at it for a while and tried to pose a new entry for The Guide on the subject of Vogons but couldn't think of anything vitriolic enough so he gave that up too； wrapped a robe round himself and went for a walk to the bridge。
As he entered he was surprised to see two figures hunched excitedly over the instruments。
〃See？ The ship's about to move into orbit；〃 Trillian was saying。 〃There's a planet out there。 It's at the exact coordinates you predicted。〃
Zaphod heard a noise and looked up。
〃Ford！〃 he hissed。 〃Hey； e and take a look at this。〃
Ford went and had a look at it。 It was a series of figures flashing over a screen。
〃You recognize those Galactic coordinates？〃 said Zaphod。
〃No。〃
〃I'll give you a clue。 puter！〃
〃Hi gang！〃 enthused the puter。 〃This is getting real sociable isn't it？〃
〃Shut up；〃 said Zaphod； 〃and show up the screens。〃
Light on the bridge sank。 Pinpoints of light played across the consoles and reflected in four pairs of eyes that stared up at the external monitor screens。
There was absolutely nothing on them。
〃Recognize that？〃 whispered Zaphod。
Ford frowned。
〃Er； no；〃 he said。
〃What do you see？〃
〃Nothing。〃
〃Recognize it？〃
〃What are you talking about？〃
〃We're in the Horsehead Nebula。 One whole vast dark cloud。〃
〃And I was meant to recognize that from a blank screen？〃
〃Inside a dark nebula is the only place in the Galaxy you'd see a dark screen。〃
〃Very good。〃
Zaphod laughed。 He was clearly very excited about something； almost childishly so。
〃Hey； this is really terrific； this is just far too much！〃
〃What's so great about being stuck in a dust cloud？〃 said Ford。
〃What would you reckon to find here？〃 urged Zaphod。
〃Nothing。〃
〃No stars？ No planets？〃
〃No。〃
〃puter！〃 shouted Zaphod； 〃rotate angle of vision through one… eighty degrees and don't talk about it！〃
For a moment it seemed that nothing was happening； then a brightness glowed at the edge of the huge screen。 A red star the size of a small plate crept across it followed quickly by another one … a binary system。 Then a vast crescent sliced into the corner of the picture … a red glare shading away into the deep black； the night side of the planet。
〃I've found it！〃 cried Zaphod； thumping the console。 〃I've found it！〃
Ford stared at it in astonishment。
〃What is it？〃 he said。
〃That。。。〃 said Zaphod； 〃is the most improbable planet that ever existed。〃
Chapter 15
（Excerpt from The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy。； Page 634784； Section 5a； Entry： Magrathea）
Far back in the mists of ancient time； in the great and glorious days of the former Galactic Empire； life was wild； rich and largely tax free。
Mighty starships plied their way between exotic suns； seeking adventure and reward amongst the furthest reaches of Galactic space。 In those days spirits were brave； the stakes were high； men were real men； women were real women； and small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri were real small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri。 And all dared to brave unknown terrors； to do mighty deeds； to boldly split infinitives that no man had split before … and thus was the Empire forged。
Many men of course became extremely rich； but this was perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed of because no one was really poor … at least no one worth speaking of。 And for all the richest and most successful merchants life inevitably became rather dull and niggly； and they began to imagine that this was therefore the fault of the worlds they'd settled on … none of them was entirely satisfactory： either the climate wasn't quite right in the later part of the afternoon； or the day was half an hour too long； or the sea was exactly the wrong shade of pink。
And thus were created the conditions for a staggering new form of specialist industry： custom…made luxury planet building。 The home of this industry was the planet Magrathea； where hyperspatial engineers sucked matter through white holes in space to form it into dream planets … gold planets； platinum planets； soft rubber planets with lots of earthquakes … all lovingly made to meet the exacting standards that the Galaxy's richest men naturally came to expect。
But so successful was this venture that Magrathea itself soon became the richest planet of all time and the rest of the Galaxy was reduced to abject poverty。 And so the system broke down； the Empire collapsed； and a long sullen silence settled over a billion worlds； disturbed only by the pen scratchings of scholars as they laboured into the night over smug little treaties on the value of a planned political economy。
Magrathea itself disappeared and its memory soon passed into the obscurity of legend。
In these enlightened days of course； no one believes a word of it。
Chapter 16
Arthur awoke to the sound of argument and went to the bridge。 Ford was waving his arms about。
〃You're crazy； Zaphod；〃 he was saying； 〃Magrathea is a myth； a fairy story； it's what parents tell their kids about at night if they want them to grow up to bee economists； it's。。。〃
〃And that's what we are currently in orbit around；〃 insisted Zaphod。
〃Look； I can't help what you may personally be in orbit around；〃 said Ford； 〃but this ship。。。〃
〃puter！〃 shouted Zaphod。
〃Oh no。。。〃
〃Hi there！ This is Eddie your shipboard puter； and I'm feeling just great guys； and I know I'm just going to get a bundle of kicks out of any programme you care to run through me。〃
Arthur looked inquiringly at Trillian。 She motioned him to e on in but keep quiet。
〃puter；〃 said Zaphod； 〃tell us again what our present trajectory is。〃
〃A real pleasure feller；〃 it burbled； 〃we are currently in orbit at an altitude of three hundred miles around the legendary planet of Magrathea。〃
〃Proving nothing；〃 said Ford。 〃I wouldn't trust that puter to speak my weight。〃
〃I can do that for you； sure；〃 enthused the puter； punching out more tickertape。 〃I can even work out you personality problems to ten decimal places if it will help。〃
Trillian interrupted。 〃Zaphod；〃 she said； 〃any minute now we will be swinging round to the daylight side of this planet；〃 adding； 〃whatever it turns out to be。〃
〃Hey； what do you mean by that？ The planet's where I predicted it would be isn't it？〃
〃Yes； I know there's a planet there。 I'm not arguing with anyone； it's just that I wouldn't know Magrathea from any other lump of cold rock。 Dawn's ing up if you want it。〃
〃OK； OK；〃 muttered Zaphod； 〃let's at least give our eyes a good time。 puter！〃
〃Hi there！ What can I。。。〃
〃Just shut up and give us a view of the planet again。〃
A dark featureless mass once more filled the screens … the planet rolling away beneath them。
They watched for a moment in silence； but Zaphod was fidgety with excitement。
〃We are now traversing the night side。。。〃 he said in a hushed voice。 The planet rolled on。
〃The surface of the planet is now three hundred miles beneath us。。。〃 he continued。 He was trying to restore a sense of occasion to what he felt should have been a great moment。 Magrathea！ He was piqued by Ford's sceptical reaction。 Magrathea！
〃In a few seconds；〃 he continued； 〃we should see。。。 there！〃
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