The Hitchhiker`s Guide to the Galaxy

Chapter 25

There are of course many problems connected with life, of which some of the most popular are Why are people born? Why do they die? Why do they want to spend so much of the intervening time wearing digital watches?

Many many millions of years ago a race of hyperintelligent pan-dimensional beings (whose physical manifestation in their own pan-dimensional universe is not dissimilar to our own) got so fed up with the constant bickering about the meaning of life which used to interrupt their favourite pastime of Brockian Ultra Cricket (a curious game which involved suddenly hitting people for no readily apparent reason and then running away) that they decided to sit down and solve their problems once and for all.

And to this end they built themselves a stupendous super computer which was so amazingly intelligent that even before the data banks had been connected up it had started from I think therefore I am and got as far as the existence of rice pudding and income tax before anyone managed to turn it off.

It was the size of a small city.

Its main console was installed in a specially designed executive office, mounted on an enormous executive desk of finest ultramahogany topped with rich ultrared leather. The dark carpeting was discreetly sumptuous, exotic pot plants and tastefully engraved prints of the principal computer programmers and their families were deployed liberally about the room, and stately windows looked out upon a tree-lined public square.

On the day of the Great On-Turning two soberly dressed programmers with brief cases arrived and were shown discreetly into the office. They were aware that this day they would represent their entire race in its greatest moment, but they conducted themselves calmly and quietly as they seated themselves deferentially before the desk, opened their brief cases and took out their leather-bound notebooks.

Their names were Lunkwill and Fook.

For a few moments they sat in respectful silence, then, after exchanging a quiet glance with Fook, Lunkwill leaned forward and touched a small black panel.

The subtlest of hums indicated that the massive computer was now in total active mode. After a pause it spoke to them in a voice rich resonant and deep.

It said: 'What is this great task for which I, Deep Thought, the second greatest computer in the Universe of Time and Space have been called into existence?'

Lunkwill and Fook glanced at each other in surprise.

'Your task, O Computer…' began Fook.

'No, wait a minute, this isn't right,' said Lunkwill, worried. 'We distinctly designed this computer to be the greatest one ever and we're not making do with second best. Deep Thought,' he addressed the computer, 'are you not as we designed you to be, the greatest most powerful computer in all time?'

'I described myself as the second greatest,' intoned Deep Thought, 'and such I am.'

Another worried look passed between the two programmers. Lunkwill cleared his throat.

'There must be some mistake,' he said, 'are you not a greatest computer than the Milliard Gargantubrain which can count all the atoms in a star in a millisecond?'

'The Milliard Gargantubrain?' said Deep Thought with unconcealed contempt. 'A mere abacus—mention it not.'

'And are you not,' said Fook leaning anxiously forward, 'a greater analyst than the Googleplex Star Thinker in the Seventh Galaxy of Light and Ingenuity which can calculate the trajectory of every single dust particle throughout a five-week Dangrabad Beta sand blizzard?'

'A five-week sand blizzard?' said Deep Thought haughtily. 'You ask this of me who have contemplated the very vectors of the atoms in the Big Bang itself? Molest me not with this pocket calculator stuff.'

The two programmers sat in uncomfortable silence for a moment. Then Lunkwill leaned forward again.

'But are you not,' he said, 'a more fiendish disputant than the Great Hyperlobic Omni-Cognate Neutron Wrangler of Ciceronicus 12, the Magic and Indefatigable?'

'The Great Hyperlobic Omni-Cognate Neutron Wrangler,' said Deep Thought thoroughly rolling the r's, 'could talk all four legs off an Arcturan MegaDonkey—but only I could persuade it to go for a walk afterwards.'

'Then what,' asked Fook, 'is the problem?'

'There is no problem,' said Deep Thought with magnificent ringing tones. 'I am simply the second greatest computer in the Universe of Space and Time.'

'But the second?' insisted Lunkwill. 'Why do you keep saying the second? You're surely not thinking of the Multicorticoid Perspicutron Titan Muller are you? Or the Pondermatic? Or the…'

Contemptuous lights flashed across the computer's console.

'I spare not a single unit of thought on these cybernetic simpletons!' he boomed. 'I speak of none but the computer that is to come after me!'

Fook was losing patience. He pushed his notebook aside and muttered, 'I think this is getting needlessly messianic.'

'You know nothing of future time,' pronounced Deep Thought, 'and yet in my teeming circuitry I can navigate the infinite delta streams of future probability and see that there must one day come a computer whose merest operational parameters I am not worthy to calculate, but which it will be my fate eventually to design.'

Fook sighed heavily and glanced across to Lunkwill.

'Can we get on and ask the question?' he said.

Lunkwill motioned him to wait.

'What computer is this of which you speak?' he asked.

'I will speak of it no further in this present time,' said Deep Thought. 'Now. Ask what else of me you will that I may function. Speak.'

They shrugged at each other. Fook composed himself.

'O Deep Thought Computer,' he said, 'the task we have designed you to perform is this. We want you to tell us…' he paused, '… the Answer!'

'The answer?' said Deep Thought. 'The answer to what?'

'Life!' urged Fook.

'The Universe!' said Lunkwill.

'Everything!' they said in chorus.

Deep Thought paused for a moment's reflection.

'Tricky,' he said finally.

'But can you do it?'

Again, a significant pause.

'Yes,' said Deep Thought, 'I can do it.'

'There is an answer?' said Fook with breathless excitement.'

'A simple answer?' added Lunkwill.

'Yes,' said Deep Thought. 'Life, the Universe, and Everything. There is an answer. But,' he added, 'I'll have to think about it.'

A sudden commotion destroyed the moment: the door flew open and two angry men wearing the coarse faded-blue robes and belts of the Cruxwan University burst into the room, thrusting aside the ineffectual flunkies who tried to bar their way.

'We demand admission!' shouted the younger of the two men elbowing a pretty young secretary in the throat.

'Come on,' shouted the older one, 'you can't keep us out!' He pushed a junior programmer back through the door.

'We demand that you can't keep us out!' bawled the younger one, though he was now firmly inside the room and no further attempts were being made to stop him.