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“Pow!” said Zaphod, “freeeoooo! Pop pop pop!”
“Hi there,” said the computer brightly after a minute of this, “you have scored three points. Previous best score, seven million five hundred and ninety-seven thousand, two hundred and …”
“Okay, okay,” said Zaphod, and flipped the screen blank again.
He sat down again. He played with a pencil. This, too, began slowly to lose its fascination.
“Okay, okay,” he said, and fed his score and the previous best one into the computer.
His ship made a blur of the Universe.
Chapter 29
ell us,“said the thin, pale-faced Krikkiter who had stepped forward from the ranks of the others and stood uncertainly in the circle of light handling his gun as if he were just holding it for someone else who’d just popped off somewhere but would be back in a minute,”do you know anything about something called the balance of nature?”
There was no reply from their captives, or at least nothing more articulate than a few confused mumbles and grunts. The flashlight continued to play over them. High in the sky above them dark activity continued in the Robot Zones.
“It’s just,” continued the Krikkiter uneasily, “something we heard about, probably nothing important. Well, I suppose we’d better kill you, then.”
He looked down at his gun as if he were trying to find which bit to press.
“That is,” he said, looking up again, “unless there’s anything you want to chat about?”
Slow numb astonishment crept up the bodies of Slartibartfast, Ford and Arthur. Very soon it would reach their brains, which were at the moment solely occupied with moving their jawbones up and down. Trillian was shaking her head as if trying to finish a jigsaw puzzle by shaking the box.
“We’re worried, you see,” said another man from the crowd, “about this plan of universal destruction.”
“Yes,” added another, “and the balance of nature. It just seemed to us that if the whole of the rest of the Universe is destroyed it will somehow upset the balance. We’re quite keen on ecology, you see.” His voice trailed away unhappily.
“And sport,” said another, loudly. This got a cheer of approval from the others.
“Yes,” agreed the first, “and sport …” He looked back at his fellows uneasily and scratched fitfully at his cheek. He seemed to be wrestling with some deep inner confusion, as if everything he wanted to say and everything he thought were entirely different things between which he could see no possible connection.
“You see,” he mumbled, “some of us …” and he looked around again as if for confirmation. The others made encouraging noises. “Some of us,” he continued, “are quite keen to have sporting links with the rest of the Galaxy, and though I can see the argument about keeping sport out of politics, I think that if we want to have sporting links with the rest of the Galaxy, which we do, then it’s probably a mistake to destroy it. And indeed the rest of the Universe …” His voice trailed away again, “which is what seems to be the idea now …”
“Wh …” said Slartibartfast, “wh …”
“Hhhh …?” said Arthur.
“Dr …” said Ford Prefect.
“Okay,” said Trillian, “let’s talk about it.” She walked forward and took the poor confused Krikkiter by the arm. He looked about twenty-five, which meant, because of the peculiar manglings of time that had been going on in this area, that he would have been just twenty when the Krikkit Wars were finished, ten billion years ago.
Trillian led him for a short walk through the light before she said anything more. He stumbled uncertainly after her. The encircling flashlight beams were drooping slightly now as if they were abdicating to this strange, quiet girl who alone in this Universe of dark confusion seemed to know what she was doing.
She turned and faced him, and lightly held both his arms. He was a picture of bewildered misery.
’Tell me,” she said.
He said nothing for a moment, while his gaze darted from one of her eyes to the other.