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"
I
ca
n't
either
,
"
said
Arthur
,
who
felt
it
was
time
he
began
to
assert
himself
.
"
I
'd
guessed
that
,
"
said
Zaphod
.
"
OK
computer
,
I
want
full
manual
control
now
.
"
"
You
got
it
,
"
said
the
computer
.
Several
large
desk
panels
slid
open
and
banks
of
control
consoles
sprang
up
out
of
them
,
showering
the
crew
with
bits
of
expanded
polystyrene
packaging
and
balls
of
rolled-up
cellophane
:
these
controls
had
never
been
used
before
.
Zaphod
stared
at
them
wildly
.
"
OK
,
Ford
,
"
he
said
,
"
full
retro
thrust
and
ten
degrees
starboard
.
Or
something
...
"
"
Good
luck
guys
,
"
chirped
the
computer
,
"
impact
minus
thirty
seconds
...
"
Ford
leapt
to
the
controls
--
only
a
few
of
them
made
any
immediate
sense
to
him
so
he
pulled
those
.
The
ship
shook
and
screamed
as
its
guidance
rocked
jets
tried
to
push
it
every
which
way
simultaneously
.
He
released
half
of
them
and
the
ship
span
round
in
a
tight
arc
and
headed
back
the
way
it
had
come
,
straight
towards
the
oncoming
missiles
.
Air
cushions
ballooned
out
of
the
walls
in
an
instant
as
everyone
was
thrown
against
them
.
For
a
few
seconds
the
inertial
forces
held
them
flattened
and
squirming
for
breath
,
unable
to
move
.
Zaphod
struggled
and
pushed
in
manic
desperation
and
finally
managed
a
savage
kick
at
a
small
lever
that
formed
part
of
the
guidance
system
.
