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In
the
corner
,
the
robot
's
head
swung
up
sharply
,
but
then
wobbled
about
imperceptibly
.
It
pulled
itself
up
to
its
feet
as
if
it
was
about
five
pounds
heavier
that
it
actually
was
,
and
made
what
an
outside
observer
would
have
thought
was
a
heroic
effort
to
cross
the
room
.
It
stopped
in
front
of
Trillian
and
seemed
to
stare
through
her
left
shoulder
.
"
I
think
you
ought
to
know
I
'm
feeling
very
depressed
,
"
it
said
.
Its
voice
was
low
and
hopeless
.
"
Oh
God
,
"
muttered
Zaphod
and
slumped
into
a
seat
.
"
Well
,
"
said
Trillian
in
a
bright
compassionate
tone
,
"
here
's
something
to
occupy
you
and
keep
your
mind
off
things
.
"
"
It
wo
n't
work
,
"
droned
Marvin
,
"
I
have
an
exceptionally
large
mind
.
"
"
Marvin
!
"
warned
Trillian
.
"
Alright
,
"
said
Marvin
,
"
what
do
you
want
me
to
do
?
"
"
Go
down
to
number
two
entry
bay
and
bring
the
two
aliens
up
here
under
surveillance
.
"
With
a
microsecond
pause
,
and
a
finely
calculated
micromodulation
of
pitch
and
timbre
--
nothing
you
could
actually
take
offence
at
--
Marvin
managed
to
convey
his
utter
contempt
and
horror
of
all
things
human
.
"
Just
that
?
"
he
said
.
