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It
was
the
Blagulon
Kappa
policecraft
,
a
bulbous
sharklike
affair
,
slate
green
in
colour
and
smothered
with
black
stencilled
letters
of
varying
degrees
of
size
and
unfriendliness
.
The
letters
informed
anyone
who
cared
to
read
them
as
to
where
the
ship
was
from
,
what
section
of
the
police
it
was
assigned
to
,
and
where
the
power
feeds
should
be
connected
.
It
seemed
somehow
unnaturally
dark
and
silent
,
even
for
a
ship
whose
two-man
crew
was
at
that
moment
lying
asphyxicated
in
a
smoke-filled
chamber
several
miles
beneath
the
ground
.
It
is
one
of
those
curious
things
that
is
impossible
to
explain
or
define
,
but
one
can
sense
when
a
ship
is
completely
dead
.
Ford
could
sense
it
and
found
it
most
mysterious
--
a
ship
and
two
policemen
seemed
to
have
gone
spontaneously
dead
.
In
his
experience
the
Universe
simply
did
n't
work
like
that
.
The
other
three
could
sense
it
too
,
but
they
could
sense
the
bitter
cold
even
more
and
hurried
back
into
the
Heart
of
Gold
suffering
from
an
acute
attack
of
no
curiosity
.
Ford
stayed
,
and
went
to
examine
the
Blagulon
ship
.
As
he
walked
,
he
nearly
tripped
over
an
inert
steel
figure
lying
face
down
in
the
cold
dust
.
"
Marvin
!
"
he
exclaimed
.
"
What
are
you
doing
?
"
"
Do
n't
feel
you
have
to
take
any
notice
of
me
,
please
,
"
came
a
muffled
drone
.
"
But
how
are
you
,
metalman
?
"
said
Ford
.
"
Very
depressed
.
"
"
What
's
up
?
"
