((It's been a while since I've read Hitchhiker's Guide, but I'll see how far I get! <3 ))
Nothing made sense anymore. Just a couple of days ago, Will was sitting in his cozy little house, drinking tea, and everything was quite right in the world. There was no such thing as aliens, or Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters, or Improbability Drives (oh, that blasted Improbability Drive. He was still having nightmares over a hoarde of monkeys with a copy of "Hamlet" trying to break down a door and smother him). Now, he was sitting on a planet of planet builders, trying to comprehend the video he had just seen.
His head was pounding. Earlier, he had tried several times to explain to a Vogon that he simply could not exist, as there was no such thing as aliens, especially ones that were so ill-suited to their home planet. It just wasn't logical. The creature threatened him with poetry if he didn't stop his 'foolish babbling'. It felt like the entire universe was going mad around him. He gripped his towel tightly, out of a need to feel something solid and familiar, like terrycloth, rather than taking the advice to heart that he needed to keep it nearby, because he might need it.
"Okay, okay, fine," he said, standing up, not bothering to check to make sure his robe was closed. "I can take the supercomputer. I can take that it would require millions of years in order to run such a program. I can take all of that. What I can't take is that answer it produces! Mapping chaos patterns would make more sense! FORTY-TWO? That's the answer? It doesn't matter what the question is--the answer to everything can't be forty-two! 'Having a good life' would be logical! I could even buy 'Eating kumquats'! What sort of insane program would come up with that sort of answer? There must've been a bug in the program. There HAS to have been a bug in the program! The universe can't be so messed up that the answer to evertyhing would be forty-two!" He started for the door.
"Wait! Where are you going?"
"A walk!" Will replied, jamming his free hand into his pocket, "I can at least do that without needing a blasted Improbability Drive to get me from point A to point B."
Marvin sighed at their host as Will stormed out in a cloud of frustration. "I told you he couldn't handle it."
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- Will as Arthur from Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy. Please mention 42.
- Miniel's Amazing MySpace Adventures
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Nothing made sense anymore. Just a couple of days ago, Will was sitting in his cozy little house, drinking tea, and everything was quite right in the world. There was no such thing as aliens, or Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters, or Improbability Drives (oh, that blasted Improbability Drive. He was still having nightmares over a hoarde of monkeys with a copy of "Hamlet" trying to break down a door and smother him). Now, he was sitting on a planet of planet builders, trying to comprehend the video he had just seen.
His head was pounding. Earlier, he had tried several times to explain to a Vogon that he simply could not exist, as there was no such thing as aliens, especially ones that were so ill-suited to their home planet. It just wasn't logical. The creature threatened him with poetry if he didn't stop his 'foolish babbling'. It felt like the entire universe was going mad around him. He gripped his towel tightly, out of a need to feel something solid and familiar, like terrycloth, rather than taking the advice to heart that he needed to keep it nearby, because he might need it.
"Okay, okay, fine," he said, standing up, not bothering to check to make sure his robe was closed. "I can take the supercomputer. I can take that it would require millions of years in order to run such a program. I can take all of that. What I can't take is that answer it produces! Mapping chaos patterns would make more sense! FORTY-TWO? That's the answer? It doesn't matter what the question is--the answer to everything can't be forty-two! 'Having a good life' would be logical! I could even buy 'Eating kumquats'! What sort of insane program would come up with that sort of answer? There must've been a bug in the program. There HAS to have been a bug in the program! The universe can't be so messed up that the answer to evertyhing would be forty-two!" He started for the door.
"Wait! Where are you going?"
"A walk!" Will replied, jamming his free hand into his pocket, "I can at least do that without needing a blasted Improbability Drive to get me from point A to point B."
Marvin sighed at their host as Will stormed out in a cloud of frustration. "I told you he couldn't handle it."
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