Автостопом по галактике

Chapter 16

           Theplanet’ssurfacewasblurredbytime,bytheslowmovementofthethinstagnantairthathadcreptacrossitforcenturyuponcentury.

           Clearly,itwasveryveryold.

           AmomentofdoubtcametoFordashewatchedthegreylandscapemovebeneaththem.Theimmensityoftimeworriedhim,hecouldfeelitasapresence.Heclearedhisthroat.

           "Well,evensupposingitis…"

           "Itis,"saidZaphod.

           "Whichitisn’t,"continuedFord."Whatdoyouwantwithitanyway?There’snothingthere."

           "Notonthesurface,"saidZaphod.

           "Alright,justsupposingthere’ssomething.Itakeityou’renothereforthesheerindustrialarchaeologyofitall.Whatareyouafter?"

           OneofZaphod’sheadslookedaway.Theotheronelookedroundtoseewhatthefirstwaslookingat,butitwasn’tlookingatanythingverymuch.

           "Well,"saidZaphodairily,"it’spartlythecuriosity,partlyasenseofadventure,butmostlyIthinkit’sthefameandthemoney…"

           Fordglancedathimsharply.HegotaverystrongimpressionthatZaphodhadn’tthefaintestideawhyhewasthereatall.

           "YouknowIdon’tlikethelookofthatplanetatall,"saidTrillianshivering.

           "Ah,takenonotice,"saidZaphod,"withhalfthewealthoftheformerGalacticEmpirestoredonitsomewhereitcanaffordtolookfrumpy."

           Bullshit,thoughtFord.Evensupposingthiswasthehomeofsomeancientcivilizationnowgonetodust,evensupposinganumberofexceedinglyunlikelythings,therewasnowaythatvasttreasuresofwealthweregoingtobestoredthereinanyformthatwouldstillhavemeaningnow.Heshrugged

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