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The fusillade continued for several seconds at unbearable
intensity.
When it stopped, there were a few seconds of near quietness ad
the echoes died away.
"You still there?" called one of the cops.
"Yes," they called back.
"We didn't enjoy doing that at all," shouted the other cop.
"We could tell," shouted Ford.
"Now, listen to this, Beeblebrox, and you better listen good!"
"Why?" shouted Back Zaphod.
"Because," shouted the cop, "it's going to be very intelligent,
and quite interesting and humane! Now either you all give
yourselves up now and let us beat you up a bit, though not very
much of course because we are firmly opposed to needless
violence, or we blow up this entire planet and possibly one or
two others we noticed on our way out here!"
"But that's crazy!" cried Trillian. "You wouldn't do that!"
"Oh yes we would," shouted the cop, "wouldn't we?" he asked the
other one.
"Oh yes, we'd have to, no question," the other one called back.
"But why?" demanded Trillian.
"Because there are some things you have to do even if you are an
enlightened liberal cop who knows all about sensitivity and
everything!"
"I just don't believe these guys," muttered Ford, shaking his
head.
One cop shouted to the other, "Shall we shoot them again for a
bit?"
"Yeah, why not?"
They let fly another electric barrage.
The heat and noise was quite fantastic. Slowly, the computer bank
was beginning to disintegrate. The front had almost all melted
away, and thick rivulets of molten metal were winding their way
back towards where they were squatting. They huddled further back
and waited for the end.
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Chapter 33
But the end never came, at least not then.
Quite suddenly the barrage stopped, and the sudden silence
afterwards was punctuated by a couple of strangled gurgles and
thuds.
The four stared at each other.
"What happened?" said Arthur.
"They stopped," said Zaphod with a shrug.
"Why?"
"Dunno, do you want to go and ask them?"
"No."
They waited.
"Hello?" called out Ford.
No answer.
"That's odd."
"Perhaps it's a trap."
"They haven't the wit."
"What were those thuds?"
"Dunno."
They waited for a few more seconds.
"Right," said Ford, "I'm going to have a look."
He glanced round at the others.
"Is no one going to say, No you can't possibly, let me go
instead?"