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It
startled
him
even
more
when
just
after
he
was
awarded
the
Galactic
Institute
's
Prize
for
Extreme
Cleverness
he
got
lynched
by
a
rampaging
mob
of
respectable
physicists
who
had
finally
realized
that
the
one
thing
they
really
could
n't
stand
was
a
smartass
.
The
Improbability-proof
control
cabin
of
the
Heart
of
Gold
looked
like
a
perfectly
conventional
spaceship
except
that
it
was
perfectly
clean
because
it
was
so
new
.
Some
of
the
control
seats
had
n't
had
the
plastic
wrapping
taken
off
yet
.
The
cabin
was
mostly
white
,
oblong
,
and
about
the
size
of
a
smallish
restaurant
.
In
fact
it
was
n't
perfectly
oblong
:
the
two
long
walls
were
raked
round
in
a
slight
parallel
curve
,
and
all
the
angles
and
corners
were
contoured
in
excitingly
chunky
shapes
.
The
truth
of
the
matter
is
that
it
would
have
been
a
great
deal
simpler
and
more
practical
to
build
the
cabin
as
an
ordinary
three-dimensional
oblong
room
,
but
then
the
designers
would
have
got
miserable
.
As
it
was
the
cabin
looked
excitingly
purposeful
,
with
large
video
screens
ranged
over
the
control
and
guidance
system
panels
on
the
concave
wall
,
and
long
banks
of
computers
set
into
the
convex
wall
.
In
one
corner
a
robot
sat
humped
,
its
gleaming
brushed
steel
head
hanging
loosely
between
its
gleaming
brushed
steel
knees
.
It
too
was
fairly
new
,
but
though
it
was
beautifully
constructed
and
polished
it
somehow
looked
as
if
the
various
parts
of
its
more
or
less
humanoid
body
did
n't
quite
fit
properly
.
In
fact
they
fitted
perfectly
well
,
but
something
in
its
bearing
suggested
that
they
might
have
fitted
better
.
Zaphod
Beeblebrox
paced
nervously
up
and
down
the
cabin
,
brushing
his
hands
over
pieces
of
gleaming
equipment
and
giggling
with
excitement
.
Trillian
sat
hunched
over
a
clump
of
instruments
reading
off
figures
.
Her
voice
was
carried
round
the
Tannoy
system
of
the
whole
ship
.
"
Five
to
one
against
and
falling
...
"
she
said
,
"
four
to
one
against
and
falling
...
three
to
one
...
two
...
one
...
probability
factor
of
one
to
one
...
we
have
normality
,
I
repeat
we
have
normality
.
"
She
turned
her
microphone
off
--
then
turned
it
back
on
,
with
a
slight
smile
and
continued
:
"
Anything
you
still
ca
n't
cope
with
is
therefore
your
own
problem
.
Please
relax
.
You
will
be
sent
for
soon
.
"
Zaphod
burst
out
in
annoyance
:
"
Who
are
they
Trillian
?
"
Trillian
span
her
seat
round
to
face
him
and
shrugged
.
"
Just
a
couple
of
guys
we
seem
to
have
picked
up
in
open
space
,
"
she
said
.
"
Section
ZZ9
Plural
Z
Alpha
.
"
"
Yeah
,
well
that
's
a
very
sweet
thought
Trillian
,
"
complained
Zaphod
,
"
but
do
you
really
think
it
's
wise
under
the
circumstances
?
I
mean
,
here
we
are
on
the
run
and
everything
,
we
must
have
the
police
of
half
the
Galaxy
after
us
by
now
,
and
we
stop
to
pick
up
hitchhikers
.
OK
,
so
ten
out
of
ten
for
style
,
but
minus
several
million
for
good
thinking
,
yeah
?
"
He
tapped
irritably
at
a
control
panel
.
Trillian
quietly
moved
his
hand
before
he
tapped
anything
important
.
Whatever
Zaphod
's
qualities
of
mind
might
include
--
dash
,
bravado
,
conceit
--
he
was
mechanically
inept
and
could
easily
blow
the
ship
up
with
an
extravagant
gesture
.
Trillian
had
come
to
suspect
that
the
main
reason
why
he
had
had
such
a
wild
and
successful
life
that
he
never
really
understood
the
significance
of
anything
he
did
.
