日本科幻文学 经典科幻文学:《宇宙尽头的餐馆》第26章1

经典科幻文学:《宇宙尽头的餐馆》第26章1  

Chapter 26
That night the ship crash-landed on to an utterly insignificant little green-blue pla which circled a small unregarded yellow sun in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western spiral arm of the Galaxy.
In the hours preceding the crash Ford Prefect had fought furiously but in vain to unlock the controls of the ship from their pre-ordained flight path. It had quickly bee apparent to him that the ship had been programmed to convey its payload safely
in unfortably
to its new home but to cripple itself beyond repair in the process.
Its screaming
blazing descent through the atmosphere had stripped away most of its superstructure and outer shielding
and its final inglorious bellyflop into a murky swamp had left its crew only a few hours of darkness during which to revive and offload its deep-frozen and unwanted cargo for the ship began to settle almost at once
slowly upending its gigantic bulk in the stagnant slime. Once or ice during the night it was starkly silhouetted against the sky as burning meteors – the detritus of its descent – flashed across the sky.
In the grey pre-dawn light it let out an obscene roaring gurgle and sank for ever into the stinking depths.
When the sun came up that morning it shed its thin watery light over a vast area heaving with wailing hairdressers
public relations executives
opinion pollsters and the rest
all clawing their way desperately to dry land.
A less strong minded sun would probably have gone straight back down again
but it continued to climb its way through the sky and after a while the influence of its warming rays began to have some restoring effect on the feebly struggling creatures.
Countless numbers had
unsurprisingly
been lost to the swamp in the night
and millions more had been sucked down with the ship
but those that survived still numbered hundreds of thousands and as the day wore on they crawled out over the surrounding countryside
each looking for a few square feet of solid ground on which to collapse and recover from their nigare ordeal.
Two figures moved further afield.
From a nearby hillside Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent watched the horror of which they could not feel a part.
“Filthy dirty trick to pull
” muttered Arthur.
Ford scraped a stick along the ground and shrugged.
“An imaginative solution to a problem I’d have thought
” he said.
“Why can’t people just learn to live together in peace and harmony?” said Arthur.
Ford gave a loud
very hollow laugh.