經典科幻文學:《宇宙盡頭的餐館》第3章4

“Make me some tea.”
“That’s right guys,” the computer sang out suddenly, “just coping with that problem right now, and wow, it’s a biggy. Be with you in a while.” It lapsed back into a silence that was only matched for sheer intensity by the silence of the three people staring at Arthur Dent.
As if to relieve the tension, the Vogons chose that moment to start firing.
The ship shook, the ship thundered. Outside, the inch thick force-shield around it blistered, crackled and spat under the barrage of a dozen 30-Megahurt Definit-Kil Photrazon Cannon, and looked as if it wouldn’t be around for long. Four minutes is how long Ford Prefect gave it. “Three minutes and fifty seconds,” he said a short while later.
“Forty-five seconds,” he added at the appropriate time. He flicked idly at some useless switches, then gave Arthur an unfriendly look.
“Dying for a cup of tea, eh?” he said. “Three minutes and forty seconds.”
“Will you stop counting!” snarled Zaphod.
“Yes,” said Ford Prefect, “in three minutes and thirty-five seconds.”

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“合成出一杯茶。”
“說得對，夥計們。”電腦突然嚷了一句，“目前我正在解決這個問題。哇，這可是個棘手的大問題。你們再稍等一會兒。”說完它又恢復了沉默，正好和三雙眼睛瞪着阿瑟·鄧特時那種令人窒息的沉默相配。
似乎是爲了緩解這種緊張氣氛，沃貢人選擇了在此刻開火。
飛船開始震盪，發出轟響。在一輪殺傷力三十級、高精度光輻射炮火的攻擊下，船體周圍一英寸厚的力場防護盾被打得千瘡百孔，噼啪亂響，眼看撐不了多久了。按照福特長官的預計，頂多還有四分鐘。“三分五十秒。”過了片刻，他說道。
“四十五秒，”他又補報出當前最準確的時間。他漫不經心地撥弄着一些無用的開關，然後狠狠剜了阿瑟一眼。
“就這麼死在一杯茶上，嗯？”他說，“三分四十秒。”
“拜託，你能停止計數嗎？”贊福德咆哮着說。
“當然，”福特長官回答道，“三分三十五秒鐘以後吧。”