Автостопом по галактике

Chapter 3

           OfalltheracesinalloftheGalaxywhocouldhavecomeandsaidabighellotoplanetEarth,hethought,didn’titjusthavetobetheVogons.

           Stillheknewwhathehadtodo.AstheVogoncraftscreamedthroughtheairhighabovehimheopenedhissatchel.HethrewawayacopyofJosephandtheAmazingTechnicolorDreamcoat,hethrewawayacopyofGodspell:Hewouldn’tneedthemwherehewasgoing.Everythingwasready,everythingwasprepared.

           Heknewwherehistowelwas.

           AsuddensilencehittheEarth.Ifanythingitwasworsethanthenoise.Forawhilenothinghappened.

           Thegreatshipshungmotionlessintheair,overeverynationonEarth.Motionlesstheyhung,huge,heavy,steadyinthesky,ablasphemyagainstnature.Manypeoplewentstraightintoshockastheirmindstriedtoencompasswhattheywerelookingat.Theshipshungintheskyinmuchthesamewaythatbricksdon’t.

           Andstillnothinghappened.

           Thentherewasaslightwhisper,asuddenspaciouswhisperofopenambientsound.Everyhi-fisetintheworld,everyradio,everytelevision,everycassetterecorder,everywoofer,everytweeter,everymid-rangedriverintheworldquietlyturneditselfon.

           Everytincan,everydustbin,everywindow,everycar,everywineglass,everysheetofrustymetalbecameactivatedasanacousticallyperfectsoundingboard.

           BeforetheEarthpassedawayitwasgoingtobetreatedtotheveryultimateinsoundreproduction,thegreatestpublicaddresssystemeverbuilt.Buttherewasnoconcert,nomusic,nofanfare,justasimplemessage.

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