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Douglas Adams' Starship Titanic
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'How long's a Dormillion hour?' asked Dan.'Seventy-eight Dormillion minutes,' said the bomb disposal expert. 'It's about... well... How can I tell you? There's no point of reference.'The three of them thought for some time and were just about to agree that it was impossible to convey any idea of time from one star system to another, when Nettie said:'Got it!'I won't tell you how she worked it out, but it was pretty clever. If you can't work it out for yourself, you'll have to write to the publishers of this book for a self-explanatory leaflet entitled: 'How Nettie Worked Out The Length Of A Dormillion Day'.'So... six Dormillion days must be roughly equivalent to ten Earth days!' said Nettie, after a few quick calculations.'God! Nettie!' said Dan. 'You're so clever. Why didn't I think of that?'The trio had just reported back to the Bridge of the Starship.'How do we get it out of Default Mode?' Bolfass was questioning the bomb disposal expert.'Our only hope is to find the missing central core of the ship's intelligence,' said the bomb disposal expert. 'If we can replace that, then I can probably defuse the bomb. Otherwise it'll blow in six Dormillion days.'Bolfass turned to his assembled crew. 'Men! You hear the seriousness of this situation. Our beloved home of Yassacca has been ruined by the construction of this Starship and the failure of the Blerontinians to honour their debts. We built in good faith. We put our entire way of life at risk to construct the most fabulous and beautiful starcraft the Galaxy has ever seen. The Blerontinians betrayed our trust. The only chance our world has of returning to its former prosperity is by our repossession of the Starship Titanic. If it is blown up by this treacherous bomb, the future of our world is grim indeed.'Therefore I command you to search this ship again. I know we have scoured every last inch of it, but that missing central intelligence core must be on board somewhere, and we must find it...'
 
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Douglas Adams' Starship Titanic
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'How long's a Dormillion hour?' asked Dan.'Seventy-eight Dormillion minutes,' said the bomb disposal expert. 'It's about... well... How can I tell you? There's no point of reference.'The three of them thought for some time and were just about to agree that it was impossible to convey any idea of time from one star system to another, when Nettie said:'Got it!'I won't tell you how she worked it out, but it was pretty clever. If you can't work it out for yourself, you'll have to write to the publishers of this book for a self-explanatory leaflet entitled: 'How Nettie Worked Out The Length Of A Dormillion Day'.'So... six Dormillion days must be roughly equivalent to ten Earth days!' said Nettie, after a few quick calculations.'God! Nettie!' said Dan. 'You're so clever. Why didn't I think of that?'The trio had just reported back to the Bridge of the Starship.'How do we get it out of Default Mode?' Bolfass was questioning the bomb disposal expert.'Our only hope is to find the missing central core of the ship's intelligence,' said the bomb disposal expert. 'If we can replace that, then I can probably defuse the bomb. Otherwise it'll blow in six Dormillion days.'Bolfass turned to his assembled crew. 'Men! You hear the seriousness of this situation. Our beloved home of Yassacca has been ruined by the construction of this Starship and the failure of the Blerontinians to honour their debts. We built in good faith. We put our entire way of life at risk to construct the most fabulous and beautiful starcraft the Galaxy has ever seen. The Blerontinians betrayed our trust. The only chance our world has of returning to its former prosperity is by our repossession of the Starship Titanic. If it is blown up by this treacherous bomb, the future of our world is grim indeed.'Therefore I command you to search this ship again. I know we have scoured every last inch of it, but that missing central intelligence core must be on board somewhere, and we must find it...'
 
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