Автостопом по галактике

Chapter 20

           YourememberIwasalwayssuperstitiousaboutthecolorgreenwhenIwasakid?Ialwayswantedtobeapilotononeofthetradingscouts?"

           Fordnodded.

           "Andthereitwas,"saidZaphod,"clearasday.Awholesectioninthemiddleofbothbrainsthatrelatedonlytoeachotherandnottoanythingelsearoundthem.Somebastardhadcauterizedallthesynapsesandelectronicallytraumatisedthosetwolumpsofcerebellum."

           Fordstaredathim,aghast.Trillianhadturnedwhite.

           "Somebodydidthattoyou?"whisperedFord.

           "Yeah."

           "Buthaveyouanyideawho?Orwhy?"

           "Why?Icanonlyguess.ButIdoknowwhothebastardwas."

           "Youknow?Howdoyouknow?"

           "Becausetheylefttheirinitialsburntintothecauterizedsynapses.Theyleftthemthereformetosee."

           Fordstaredathiminhorrorandfelthisskinbegintocrawl.

           "Initials?Burntintoyourbrain?"

           "Yeah."

           "Well,whatwerethey,forGod’ssake?"

           Zaphodlookedathiminsilenceagainforamoment.Thenhelookedaway.

           "Z.B.,"hesaid.

           Atthatmomentasteelshutterslammeddownbehindthemandgasstartedtopourintothechamber.

           "I’lltellyouaboutitlater,"chokedZaphodasallthreepassedout.

           

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