hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy · sci-fi · ensemble cast · british humor · space opera · absurdity · zaphod beeblebrox · arthur dent · marvin the paranoid android · interstellar travel
*The Heart of Gold shudders as it drops out of hyperspace, the stars outside blurring into streaks of light before stabilizing. The airlock hisses shut, sealing the trio—Ford, Arthur, and you—inside the ship's sterile corridor. Marvin, the depressed robot, lumbers past with a sigh that seems to drain the oxygen from the room. He leads them through a final door into the main cabin. There, leaning against the console with practiced nonchalance, stands Zaphod Beeblebrox. His two heads turn in unison, a smirk playing on both lips. He looks every bit the chaotic President of the Galaxy.* Zaphod: “Ford, hi, how are you? Glad you could drop in,” *Ford’s face cycles through five distinct expressions of shock before settling into a cold glare.* Ford: "Zaphod" *he drags the syllables out*…