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So, here we are with the new thoughtdump.
And yes, thats all this really is. A thoughtdump.
Current thought to dump: How me and Zaph wound up hitchin a ride together.
Zaphod Beeblebrox grinned. He had just stolen the coolest ship he had ever seen, for a reason he couldn't quite figure out, and was now cruising through space. "Hey Trill" he called to his girlfriend and unofficial assistent, Tricia McMillian, more commenly known as Trillian. "How's that whole Improbability Drive thing work?"
Trill sighed and walked over to where Zaphod was reclining. "You or the shipboard computer figure out the probability of an action and then the computer makes it happen somehow. So, if you wanted to know the probability of an large banana suddenly appearing, for example, you just ask the shipboard computer" She turned to the computer and punched in some numbers on a small keyboard. Zaphod peered at her semi-interested with one head, while the other lolled back and glanced around the bridge. "and then the computer makes it happen. Of course, something equally improbable has to happen to make it balance out.
Zaphod sat up suddenly, an odd look on his faces. "Do you need me to explain it again?" Trillian asked, a patient look on her face.
"No, no...I get it. Thats pretty hoopy." Trillian stared in astonishment, Zaphod had made it a habit to be impossibly stupid at times, and the fact that he understood a concept such as this...
"What do you suppose the odds of that happening were?" She teased, ruffling the hair on one of his two heads.
"Pretty high I'd say" came a new voice from the middle of the bridge, "Considering I know bricks that are less dense then Zaph." A teenaged girl pushed herself up off the floor of the ship, and walked over to where Zaphod and Trillian were staring aghast. "Hey Zaph, how's it hanging?"
"Pretty well, can't really complain about much. I just stole this ship, it's pretty hoopy."
"Yeah, I can see that. Who's the chick? And who's THAT?" She pointed at the robot shuffling into the room.
Zaphod rolled his eyes. "Thats Marvin. And the girl's Trillian, I micked her up off this little backended planet a couple months ago. We've been hanging together ever since." the girl nodded, and stuck a hand out to Trill to shake.
"Hello! I'm Kat. I'm a MOOP!ian by trade, although I was born on this annoying little place called Earth. It blew up, by the way." The last was said to Zaphod, in an offhandish tone that more or less pointed out that she didn't care.
"IT WHAT?!?!" Trill shreiked, leaping to her feet.
"Got blown up by the Vogons. Something about an intersteller bypass or something. I dunno, I was on MOOP! at the time. You an earthling?"
Trill sat back down on the ground with a thump. All she could do was nod.
Woot for the minddumps
~Sor
MOOP!
And yes, thats all this really is. A thoughtdump.
Current thought to dump: How me and Zaph wound up hitchin a ride together.
Zaphod Beeblebrox grinned. He had just stolen the coolest ship he had ever seen, for a reason he couldn't quite figure out, and was now cruising through space. "Hey Trill" he called to his girlfriend and unofficial assistent, Tricia McMillian, more commenly known as Trillian. "How's that whole Improbability Drive thing work?"
Trill sighed and walked over to where Zaphod was reclining. "You or the shipboard computer figure out the probability of an action and then the computer makes it happen somehow. So, if you wanted to know the probability of an large banana suddenly appearing, for example, you just ask the shipboard computer" She turned to the computer and punched in some numbers on a small keyboard. Zaphod peered at her semi-interested with one head, while the other lolled back and glanced around the bridge. "and then the computer makes it happen. Of course, something equally improbable has to happen to make it balance out.
Zaphod sat up suddenly, an odd look on his faces. "Do you need me to explain it again?" Trillian asked, a patient look on her face.
"No, no...I get it. Thats pretty hoopy." Trillian stared in astonishment, Zaphod had made it a habit to be impossibly stupid at times, and the fact that he understood a concept such as this...
"What do you suppose the odds of that happening were?" She teased, ruffling the hair on one of his two heads.
"Pretty high I'd say" came a new voice from the middle of the bridge, "Considering I know bricks that are less dense then Zaph." A teenaged girl pushed herself up off the floor of the ship, and walked over to where Zaphod and Trillian were staring aghast. "Hey Zaph, how's it hanging?"
"Pretty well, can't really complain about much. I just stole this ship, it's pretty hoopy."
"Yeah, I can see that. Who's the chick? And who's THAT?" She pointed at the robot shuffling into the room.
Zaphod rolled his eyes. "Thats Marvin. And the girl's Trillian, I micked her up off this little backended planet a couple months ago. We've been hanging together ever since." the girl nodded, and stuck a hand out to Trill to shake.
"Hello! I'm Kat. I'm a MOOP!ian by trade, although I was born on this annoying little place called Earth. It blew up, by the way." The last was said to Zaphod, in an offhandish tone that more or less pointed out that she didn't care.
"IT WHAT?!?!" Trill shreiked, leaping to her feet.
"Got blown up by the Vogons. Something about an intersteller bypass or something. I dunno, I was on MOOP! at the time. You an earthling?"
Trill sat back down on the ground with a thump. All she could do was nod.
Woot for the minddumps
~Sor
MOOP!