Автостопом по галактике

Chapter 11

           "Let’sbuildrobotswithGenuinePeoplePersonalities,"theysaid.Sotheytrieditoutwithme.I’mapersonalityprototype.Youcantellcan’tyou?"

           FordandArthurmutteredembarrassedlittledisclaimers.

           "Ihatethatdoor,"continuedMarvin."I’mnotgettingyoudownatallamI?"

           "Whichgovernment…"startedFordagain.

           "Nogovernmentownsit,"snappedtherobot,"it’sbeenstolen."

           "Stolen?"

           "Stolen?"mimickedMarvin.

           "Whoby?"askedFord.

           "ZaphodBeeblebrox."

           SomethingextraordinaryhappenedtoFord’sface.Atleastfiveentirelyseparateanddistinctexpressionsofshockandamazementpileduponitinajumbledmess.Hisleftleg,whichwasinmidstride,seemedtohavedifficultyinfindingtheflooragain.Hestaredattherobotandtriedtoentanglesomedartoidmuscles.

           "ZaphodBeeblebrox…?"hesaidweakly.

           "Sorry,didIsaysomethingwrong?"saidMarvin,dragginghimselfonregardless."Pardonmeforbreathing,whichIneverdoanywaysoIdon’tknowwhyIbothertosayit,ohGodI’msodepressed.Here’sanotherofthoseself-satisfieddoor.Life!Don’ttalktomeaboutlife."

           "Nooneevermentionedit,"mutteredArthurirritably."Ford,areyoualright?"

           Fordstaredathim."DidthatrobotsayZaphodBeeblebrox?"hesaid.

           

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