Είχε ο θεός τα κέφια του κι έφτιαξε Δαεμάνο
κι από λεξιποστάριθμο τον σπρώχνει πάνω-πάνω.
To be honest, it was not any god as such, in the traditional sense at least; it was the
Sirius Cybernetics Corporation.
You know
Marvin, the Paranoid Android? Well, I am his brobot, the twin brother, the other failed prototype of the GPPP (
Genuine People Personalities Program), Daeman the Schizoid Humanoid.
Σωστό και δίκαιο αυτό, δεν το αμφισβητώ,
αν ήξερε τι έκανε, αυτό μόνο ρωτώ.
The GPP Program, considered a failure, was scrapped after producing only the twin b
robotypes. Then they
broke the mould.
Αν πεταλούδας τίναγμα μας βάζει σε μπελάδες,
αντέχει ο Γαλαξίας μας τις δαεμανιάδες;
Σκιάζονται, ωρέ, οι Γαλαξίες;
Any man that can hitch the length and breadth of the
Galalexy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through and still know where his towel is, threads and all, is clearly a daeman to be reckoned with.
"
If there's anything more important than my ego around, I want it caught and shot right now."
~
Zaphod Beeblebrox, two-headed, three-armed, eight-limbed and nimble President of the Galaxy
(a role that involves no power whatsoever, and merely requires the incumbent to attract attention so no one wonders who's really in charge), Imperator Imaginatus of the known and unknown multiverse, inventor of the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, voted "Worst Dressed Sentient Being in the Known Universe" seven consecutive times, "owner of the hippest place in the universe" (his own left cranium) as voted in a poll of the readers of the fictional magazine Playbeing, the only man to have survived the Total Perspective Vortex, described as "the best Bang since the Big One" by Eccentrica Gallumbits.
That is the question, πράγματι. ...
42. That quite definitely is the answer. I think the problem, to be quite honest with you, is that you people have never actually known what the question is.