“Didn’t you tell them who we were?”
“Oh yeah. They said it was a great honour. That and something about a restaurant bill and my executors.”
Ford pushed Arthur aside and leaned forward over the control console.
“Does none of this function?” he said savagely.
“All overridden.”
“Smash the autopilot.”
“Find it first. Nothing connects.”
There was a moment’s cold silence.
Arthur was stumbling round the back of the cabin. He stopped suddenly.
“Incidentally,” he said, “what does teleport mean?”
Another moment passed.
Slowly, the others turned to face him.
“Probably the wrong moment to ask,” said Arthur, “It’s just I remember hearing you use the word a short while ago and I only bring it up because…”
“Where,” said Ford Prefect quietly, “does it say teleport?”
“Well, just over here in fact,” said Arthur, pointing at a dark control box in the rear of the cabin, “Just under the word ‘emergency’, above the word ‘system’ and beside the sign saying ‘out of order’.”
In the pandemonium that instantly followed, the only action to follow was that of Ford Prefect lunging across the cabin to the small black box that Arthur had indicated and stabbing repeatedly at the single small black button set into it.
A six-foot square panel slid open beside it revealing a compartment which resembled a multiple shower unit that had found a new function in life as an electrician’s junk store. Half-finished wiring hung from the ceiling, a jumble of abandoned components lay strewn on the floor, and the programming panel lolled out of the cavity in the wall into which it should have been secured.
A junior Disaster Area accountant, visiting the shipyard where this ship was being constructed, had demanded to know of the works foreman why the hell they were fitting an extremely expensive teleport into a ship which only had one important journey to make, and that unmanned. The foreman had explained that the teleport was available at a ten per cent discount and the accountant had explained that this was immaterial; the foreman had explained that it was the finest, most powerful and sophisticated teleport that money could buy and the accountant had explained that the money did not wish to buy it; the foreman had explained that people would still need to enter and leave the ship and the accountant had explained that the ship sported a perfectly serviceable door; the foreman had explained that the accountant could go and boil his head and the accountant had explained to the foreman that the thing approaching him rapidly from his left was a knuckle sandwich. After the explanations had been concluded, work was discontinued on the teleport which subsequently passed unnoticed on the invoice as “Sund. explns.” at five times the price.
“Hell’s donkeys,” muttered Zaphod as he and Ford attempted to sort through the tangle of wiring.