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No
one
in
the
room
remarked
on
his
peculiar
arrival
,
which
is
hardly
surprising
as
he
was
n't
there
.
He
began
to
realize
that
the
whole
experience
was
merely
a
recorded
projection
which
knocked
six-track
seventy-millimetre
into
a
cocked
hat
.
The
room
was
much
as
Slartibartfast
had
described
it
.
In
seven
and
a
half
million
years
it
had
been
well
looked
after
and
cleaned
regularly
every
century
or
so
.
The
ultramahagony
desk
was
worn
at
the
edges
,
the
carpet
a
little
faded
now
,
but
the
large
computer
terminal
sat
in
sparkling
glory
on
the
desk
's
leather
top
,
as
bright
as
if
it
had
been
constructed
yesterday
.
Two
severely
dressed
men
sat
respectfully
before
the
terminal
and
waited
.
"
The
time
is
nearly
upon
us
,
"
said
one
,
and
Arthur
was
surprised
to
see
a
word
suddenly
materialize
in
thin
air
just
by
the
man
's
neck
.
The
word
was
Loonquawl
,
and
it
flashed
a
couple
of
times
and
the
disappeared
again
.
Before
Arthur
was
able
to
assimilate
this
the
other
man
spoke
and
the
word
Phouchg
appeared
by
his
neck
.
"
Seventy-five
thousand
generations
ago
,
our
ancestors
set
this
program
in
motion
,
"
the
second
man
said
,
"
and
in
all
that
time
we
will
be
the
first
to
hear
the
computer
speak
.
"
"
An
awesome
prospect
,
Phouchg
,
"
agreed
the
first
man
,
and
Arthur
suddenly
realized
that
he
was
watching
a
recording
with
subtitles
.
"
We
are
the
ones
who
will
hear
,
"
said
Phouchg
,
"
the
answer
to
the
great
question
of
Life
...
!
"
"
The
Universe
...
!
"
said
Loonquawl
.
"
And
Everything
...
!
"
"
Shhh
,
"
said
Loonquawl
with
a
slight
gesture
,
"
I
think
Deep
Thought
is
preparing
to
speak
!
"
