Автостопом по галактике

           "Ithinkthey’regoingtohaveaverygoodtryatapplyingtous,"saidFord.

           Zaphodstaredattheminastonishment.

           "Heythisisterrific!"hesaid."Someonedownthereistryingtokillus!"

           "Terrific,"saidArthur.

           "Butdon’tyouseewhatthismeans?"

           "Yes.We’regoingtodie."

           "Yes,butapartfromthat."

           "Apartfromthat?"

           "Itmeanswemustbeontosomething!"

           "Howsooncanwegetoffit?"

           Secondbysecondtheimageofthemissilesonthescreenbecamelarger.Theyhadswungroundnowontoadirecthomingcoursesothatallthatcouldbeseenofthemnowwasthewarheads,headon.

           "Asamatterofinterest,"saidTrillian,"whatarewegoingtodo?"

           "Justkeepcool,"saidZaphod.

           "Isthatall?"shoutedArthur.

           "No,we’realsogoingto…er…takeevasiveaction!"saidZaphodwithasuddenaccessofpanic."Computer,whatevasiveactioncanwetake?"

           "Er,noneI’mafraid,guys,"saidthecomputer.

           "…orsomething,"saidZaphod,"…er…"hesaid.

           "Thereseemstobesomethingjammingmyguidancesystem,"explainedthecomputerbrightly,"impactminusforty-fiveseconds.PleasecallmeEddieifitwillhelpyoutorelax."

           Zaphodtriedtoruninseveralequallydecisivedirectionssimultaneously."Right!"hesaid."Er…we’vegottogetmanualcontrolofthisship."

           "Canyouflyher?"askedFordpleasantly.

           "No,canyou?"

           "No."

           "Trillian,canyou?"

           "No."

           "Fine,"saidZaphod,relaxing."We’lldoittogether."

           "Ican’teither,"saidArthur,whofeltitwastimehebegantoasserthimself.

           "I’dguessedthat,"saidZaphod."OKcomputer,Iwantfullmanualcontrolnow.