The Improbability Drive gave two small whines and then also cut out。
〃Pure history； man；〃 said Zaphod； kicking the Improbability Drive； 〃a talking monkey！〃
〃If you're upset about something。。。〃 said Arthur。
〃Vogons！〃 snapped Ford； 〃we're under attack！〃
Arthur gibbered。
〃Well what are you doing？ Let's get out of here！〃
〃Can't。 puter's jammed。〃
〃Jammed？〃
〃It says all its circuits are occupied。 There's no power anywhere in the ship。〃
Ford moved away from the puter terminal； wiped a sleeve across his forehead and slumped back against the wall。
〃Nothing we can do；〃 he said。 He glared at nothing and bit his lip。
When Arthur had been a boy at school； long before the Earth had been demolished； he had used to play football。 He had not been at all good at it； and his particular specialty had been scoring own goals in important matches。 Whenever this happened he used to experience a peculiar tingling round the back of his neck that would slowly creep up across his cheeks and heat his brow。 The image of mud and grass and lots of little jeering boys flinging it at him suddenly came vividly to his mind at this moment。
A peculiar tingling sensation at the back of his neck was creeping up across his cheeks and heating his brow。
He started to speak； and stopped。
He started to speak again and stopped again。
Finally he managed to speak。
〃Er；〃 he said。 He cleared his throat。
〃Tell me；〃 he continued； and said it so nervously that the others all turned to stare at him。 He glanced at the approaching yellow blob on the vision screen。
〃Tell me；〃 he said again； 〃did the puter say what was occupying it？ I just ask out of interest。。。〃
Their eyes were riveted on him。
〃And； er。。。 well that's it really； just asking。〃
Zaphod put out a hand and held Arthur by the scruff of the neck。
〃What have you done to it； Monkeyman？〃 he breathed。
〃Well；〃 said Arthur； 〃nothing in fact。 It's just that I think a short while ago it was trying to work out how to。。。〃
〃Yes？〃
〃Make me some tea。〃
〃That's right guys；〃 the puter sang out suddenly； 〃just coping with that problem right now； and wow； it's a biggy。 Be with you in a while。〃 It lapsed back into a silence that was only matched for sheer intensity by the silence of the three people staring at Arthur Dent。
As if to relieve the tension； the Vogons chose that moment to start firing。
The ship shook； the ship thundered。 Outside； the inch thick force…shield around it blistered； crackled and spat under the barrage of a dozen 30…Megahurt Definit…Kil Photrazon Cannon； and looked as if it wouldn't be around for long。 Four minutes is how long Ford Prefect gave it。 〃Three minutes and fifty seconds；〃 he said a short while later。
〃Forty…five seconds；〃 he added at the appropriate time。 He flicked idly at some useless switches； then gave Arthur an unfriendly look。
〃Dying for a cup of tea； eh？〃 he said。 〃Three minutes and forty seconds。〃
〃Will you stop counting！〃 snarled Zaphod。
〃Yes；〃 said Ford Prefect； 〃in three minutes and thirty…five seconds。〃
Aboard the Vogon ship； Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz was puzzled。 He had expected a chase； he had expected an exciting grapple with tractor beams； he had expected to have to use the specially installed Sub…Cyclic Normality Assert…i…Tron to counter the Heart of Gold's Infinite Improbability Drive； but the Sub…Cyclic Normality Assert…i…Tron lay idle as the Heart of Gold just sat there and took it。
A dozen 30…Megahurt Definit…Kil Photrazon Cannon continued to blaze away at the Heart of Gold； and still it just sat there and took it。
He tested every sensor at his disposal to see if there was any subtle trickery afoot； but no subtle trickery was to be found。
He didn't know about the tea of course。
Nor did he know exactly how the occupants of the Heart of Gold were spending the last three minutes and thirty seconds of life they had left to spend。
Quite how Zaphod Beeblebrox arrived at the idea of holding a seance at this point is something he was never quite clear on。
Obviously the subject of death was in the air； but more as something to be avoided than harped upon。
Possibly the horror that Zaphod experienced at the prospect of being reunited with his deceased relatives led on to the thought that they might just feel the same way about him and； what's more； be able to do something about helping to postpone this reunion。
Or again it might just have been one of the strange promptings that occasionally surfaced from that dark area of his mind that he had inexplicably locked off prior to being President of the Galaxy。
〃You want to talk to your great grandfather？〃 boggled Ford。
〃Yeah。〃
〃Does it have to be now？〃
The ship continued to shake and thunder。 The temperature was rising。 The light was getting dimmer … all the energy the puter didn't require for thinking about tea was being pumped into the rapidly fading force…field。
〃Yeah！〃 insisted Zaphod。 〃Listen Ford； I think he may be able to help us。〃
〃Are you sure you mean think？ Pick your words with care。〃
〃Suggest something else we can do。〃
〃Er； well。。。〃
〃OK； round the central console。 Now。 e on！ Trillian； Monkeyman； move。〃
They clustered round the central console in confusion； sat down and； feeling exceptionally foolish； held hands。 With his third hand Zaphod turned off the lights。
Darkness gripped the ship。
Outside； the thunderous roar of the Definit…Kil cannon continued to rip at the force…field。
〃Concentrate；〃 hissed Zaphod； 〃on his name。〃
〃What is it？〃 asked Arthur。
〃Zaphod Beeblebrox the Fourth。〃
〃What？〃
〃Zaphod Beeblebrox the Fourth。 Concentrate！〃
〃The Fourth？〃
〃Yeah。 Listen； I'm Zaphod Beeblebrox； my father was Zaphod Beeblebrox the Second； my grandfather Zaphod Beeblebrox the Third。。。〃
〃What？〃
〃There was an accident with a contraceptive and a time machine。 Now concentrate！〃
〃Three minutes；〃 said Ford Prefect。
〃Why；〃 said Arthur Dent； 〃are we doing this？〃
〃Shut up；〃 suggested Zaphod Beeblebrox。
Trillian said nothing。 What； she thought； was there to say？
The only light on the bridge came from two dim red triangles in a far corner where Marvin the Paranoid Android sat slumped； ignoring all and ignored by all； in a private and rather unpleasant world of his own。
Round the central console four figures hunched in tight concentration trying to blot from their minds the terrifying shuddering of the ship and the fearful roar that echoed through it。
They concentrated。
Still they concentrated。
And still they concentrated。
The seconds ticked by。
On Zaphod's brow stood beads of sweat； first of concentration； then of frustration and finally of embarrassment。
At last he let out a cry of anger； snatched back his hands from Trillian and Ford and stabbed at the light switch。
〃Ah； I was beginning to think you'd never turn the lights on；〃 said a voice。 〃No； not too bright please； my eyes aren't what they once were。〃
Four figures jolted upright in their seats。 Slowly they turned their heads to look； though their scalps showed a distinct propensity to try and stay in the same place。
〃Now。 Who disturbs me at this time？〃 said the small； bent； gaunt figure standing by the sprays of fern at the far end of the bridge。 His two small wispy…haired heads looked so ancient that it seemed they might hold dim memories of the birth of the galaxies themselves。 One lolled in sleep； but the other squinted sharply at them。 If his eyes weren't what they once were； they must once have been diamond cutters。
Zaphod stuttered nervously for a moment。 He gave the intricate little double nod which is the traditional Betelgeusian gesture of familial respect。
〃Oh。。。 er； hi Great Granddad。。。〃 he breathed。
The little old figure moved closer towards them。 He peered through the dim light。 He thrust out a bony finger at his great grandson。
〃Ah；〃 he snapped。 〃Zaphod Beeblebrox。 The last of our great line。 Zaphod Beeblebrox the Nothingth。〃
〃The First。〃
〃The Nothingth；〃 spat the figure。 Zaphod hated his voice。