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“I’m sorry, sir, if…”
“I mean where’s the percentage in being kind or helpful to a robot if it doesn’t have any gratitude circuits?”
“And you don’t have any?” said the insect, who didn’t seem to be able to drag itself out of this conversation.
“I’ve never had occasion to find out,” Marvin informed it.
“Listen, you miserable heap of maladjusted metal…”
“Aren’t you going to ask me what I want?”
The insect paused. Its long thin tongue darted out and licked its eyes and darted back again.
“Is it worth it?” it asked.
“Is anything?” said Marvin immediately.
“What… do… you… want?”
“I’m looking for someone.”
“Who?” hissed the insect.
“Zaphod Beeblebrox,” said Marvin, “he’s over there.”
The insect shook with rage. It could hardly speak.
“Then why did you ask me?” it screamed.
“I just wanted something to talk to,” said Marvin.
“What!”
“Pathetic isn’t it?”
With a grinding of gears Marvin turned and trundled off. He caught up with Zaphod approaching the elevators. Zaphod span round in astonishment.
“Hey… Marvin!” he said, “Marvin! How did you get here?”
Marvin was forced to say something which came very hard to him.
“I don’t know,” he said.
“But…”
“我很抱歉，先生，如果……”
“我的意思是，对一个没有感激电路的机器人好，或者愿意帮助它，这种人的比例有多大？”
“你没有吗？”虫子说，看上去，它已经不太可能让自己从这次谈话中抽身而退了。
“我连去证明这一点的机会都从来没有过。”马文说。
“听着，你这堆可怜的心理失调的金属……”
“难道你不打算问问我想要的是什么吗？”
虫子顿了顿。它那细长的舌头弹出来，舔了舔自己的眼睛，又弹了回去。
“有必要做这种事吗？”它问。
“有必要做任何事吗？”马文立刻接过话头。
“你—想—要—什—么？”
“我在找一个人。”
“谁？”虫子嘶嘶地问。
“赞福德·毕博布鲁克斯，”马文说，“他就在那边。”
虫子气得浑身发抖，连话都说不出来了。
“那么，你跑来问我干嘛？”它尖叫着说。
“我只是想找个人聊聊。”马文说。
“什么！”
“这很可悲，不是吗？”
伴随着齿轮的摩擦声，马文转身离开了。他在赞福德走向电梯时赶上了他。赞福德回过身来，吃了一惊。
“嘿……马文？”他说，“马文！你怎么会在这儿？”
马文迫于无奈，只好说出一句对他而言难以启齿的话。
“我不知道。”他说。
“可是——”

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