Chapter 3

           

           OnthisparticularThursday,somethingwasmovingquietlythroughtheionospheremanymilesabovethesurfaceoftheplanet;severalsomethingsinfact,severaldozenhugeyellowchunkyslablikesomethings,hugeasofficebuildings,silentasbirds.Theysoaredwithease,baskinginelectromagneticraysfromthestarSol,bidingtheirtime,grouping,preparing.

           Theplanetbeneaththemwasalmostperfectlyobliviousoftheirpresence,whichwasjusthowtheywanteditforthemoment.ThehugeyellowsomethingswentunnoticedatGoonhilly,theypassedoverCapeCanaveralwithoutablip,WoomeraandJodrellBanklookedstraightthroughthem—whichwasapitybecauseitwasexactlythesortofthingthey’dbeenlookingforalltheseyears.

           TheonlyplacetheyregisteredatallwasonasmallblackdevicecalledaSub-EthaSens-O-Maticwhichwinkedawayquietlytoitself.ItnestledinthedarknessinsidealeathersatchelwhichFordPrefectworehabituallyroundhisneck.ThecontentsofFordPrefect’ssatchelwerequiteinterestinginfactandwouldhavemadeanyEarthphysicist’seyespopoutofhishead,whichiswhyhealwaysconcealedthembykeepingacoupleofdog-earedscriptsforplayshepretendedhewasauditioningforstuffedinthetop.BesidestheSub-EthaSens-O-MaticandthescriptshehadanElectronicThumb—ashortsquatblackrod,smoothandmattwithacoupleofflatswitchesanddialsatoneend;healsohadadevicewhichlookedratherlikealargishelectroniccalculator.

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