h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I don't know how far into the future we are. I don't think that was Marv though, he wouldn't be caught dead calling Micro$oft. Perhaps it was dave.

*looks at the mummified figure*

Does Dave have small feet ?

errrrr sorry I meant did Dave have small feet ?

I really don't know. Everytime I saw him, his feet were hidden from my view.

Well the mystery figure has got small feet ..... what about Marv, did he have small dainty feet ?

*Thinking to self*

Books crumbling....I get the feeling that we're much, much further in the future than the last time that we were here. Last time we were here, I think we were only a decade or two past the present. Crumbling books implies that it's significantly past that.

However, it's certainly nice to see that this building's still standing. Certainly glad that I went with the reinforced building materials.

*falls over a pile of dusty logs on her way across the salon*

*sits up, rubbing her shin and contemplating the logs*

You know, if I sat down and went through these backlogs, we might find out something about what happened. It can't be 42 thousand years of blog, surely; the place has been abandoned for AGES.

*frowns* I thought I heard the Ape.

*offers Lil a hand up*

It's odd that the bots aren't even around to clean up. They should be impervious to the passage of time, shouldn't they?

*looks at the spot in the Salon where her Queen Anne style wing backed reading chair and foot stool once stood*

All dust, it was such a pretty shade of magenta. I did like it when Amy sat on the arm for a chat.

*notices something partly buried in the dust on the floor, bends over, picks it up*

Well someone has been using this place - this is a pass for the Shoemakers Trade Union Movement Pedestrian Engineering Department ?

*Notes the name of the organization that the pass comes from in case it will be important later*

Technically, the only CLI bot that I know of that would be totally impervious to time would be Ampton, what with his posession of the philosopher's stone and what-not. The others were primarily nameless stock characters.

Well, come to think of it, I wouldn't be surprised if the original Montressor was still alive. We designed that robot too well. We can never seem to damage that one enough to get rid of him totally.

*His foot catches on something in the dust. He looks down to see a deflated squid*

So sad....

Marv's feet might be better described as Aircraft Carriers.

It is indeed sad to see the Atelier in such disrepair.

I agree, there is nothing dainty about Marv. I'm sure he'd hate to be described as such, anyway.

~disembodied snoring~



I don't feel good.

~groan~

I'm stuck to everything and my mouth feels like the bottom of a birdcage

~moan~

Don't talk so loud. My whole body feels like your apot.

~disembodied voice~

HA! Decided to join the land of the living, did you? Just as well, because you wouldn't have been sleeping much longer anyway.

~sound of a large, noisy industrial vacuum cleaner~

*stepping forward from the threshold of the kitchen, holding a First-to-the-Forum chalice high in one hand and a snowzar in the other hand, pointed at the group. She is covered with dust and has evidently not stirred in many years*

There can be only one who is First to the Forum before all others!

Firstfirstfirst--hack the backlog! Ye shall know them by their calling cards, falling shards, mauling bards, hauling hard, hack! Hack! Hack! Where are the unaus of yesteryear?

*the gun points at first one then another of the party*

Clean cups! Clean cups!

Ripley! Springie! Matina! Where are the unaus?

What backlog?!

Are there any freshly made mbougatses?!

Does the crisper drawer still exist?!

*does her best not to panic but fails miserably*

GAAAAHHHHH!!!

*Puts her hands up in the pan-dimensional symbol of surrender.*

MATINA!

Have you got the kettle on? I couldn't half do with a cup of PG Tips!