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On
top
of
the
cliffs
stood
a
reception
committee
.
It
consisted
in
large
part
of
the
engineers
and
researchers
who
had
built
the
Heart
of
Gold
--
mostly
humanoid
,
but
here
and
there
were
a
few
reptiloid
atomineers
,
two
or
three
green
slyph-like
maximegalacticans
,
an
octopoid
physucturalist
or
two
and
a
Hooloovoo
(
a
Hooloovoo
is
a
super-intelligent
shade
of
the
color
blue
)
.
All
except
the
Hooloovoo
were
resplendent
in
their
multi-colored
ceremonial
lab
coats
;
the
Hooloovoo
had
been
temporarily
refracted
into
a
free
standing
prism
for
the
occasion
.
There
was
a
mood
of
immense
excitement
thrilling
through
all
of
them
.
Together
and
between
them
they
had
gone
to
and
beyond
the
furthest
limits
of
physical
laws
,
restructured
the
fundamental
fabric
of
matter
,
strained
,
twisted
and
broken
the
laws
of
possibility
and
impossibility
,
but
still
the
greatest
excitement
of
all
seemed
to
be
to
meet
a
man
with
an
orange
sash
round
his
neck
.
(
An
orange
sash
was
what
the
President
of
the
Galaxy
traditionally
wore
.
)
It
might
not
even
have
made
much
difference
to
them
if
they
'd
known
exactly
how
much
power
the
President
of
the
Galaxy
actually
wielded
:
none
at
all
.
Only
six
people
in
the
Galaxy
knew
that
the
job
of
the
Galactic
President
was
not
to
wield
power
but
to
attract
attention
away
from
it
.
Zaphod
Beeblebrox
was
amazingly
good
at
his
job
.
The
crowd
gasped
,
dazzled
by
sun
and
seemanship
,
as
the
Presidential
speedboat
zipped
round
the
headland
into
the
bay
.
It
flashed
and
shone
as
it
came
skating
over
the
sea
in
wide
skidding
turns
.
In
fact
it
did
n't
need
to
touch
the
water
at
all
,
because
it
was
supported
on
a
hazy
cushion
of
ionized
atoms
--
but
just
for
effect
it
was
fitted
with
thin
finblades
which
could
be
lowered
into
the
water
.
They
slashed
sheets
of
water
hissing
into
the
air
,
carved
deep
gashes
into
the
sea
which
swayed
crazily
and
sank
back
foaming
into
the
boat
's
wake
as
it
careered
across
the
bay
.
Zaphod
loved
effect
:
it
was
what
he
was
best
at
.
He
twisted
the
wheel
sharply
,
the
boat
slewed
round
in
a
wild
scything
skid
beneath
the
cliff
face
and
dropped
to
rest
lightly
on
the
rocking
waves
.
Within
seconds
he
ran
out
onto
the
deck
and
waved
and
grinned
at
over
three
billion
people
.
