Part 26 (1/2)
”Military installations Number Two?” he said.
For a moment the eyes wavered.
”Yes sir, well potential military installations. Alright... trees.”
The moment of uncertainty pa.s.sed his eyes flickered like whips over his audience.
”And,” he roared, ”we interrogated a gazelle!”
He flipped his Kill-O-Zap gun smartly under his arm and marched off through the pandemonium that had now erupted throughout the ecstatic crowd. A few steps was all he managed before he was caught up and carried shoulder high for a lap of honour round the clearing.
Ford sat and idly tapped a couple of stones together.
”So what else have you done?” he inquired after the celebrations had died down.
”We have started a culture,” said the marketing girl.
”Oh yes?” said Ford.
”Yes. One of our film producers is already making a fascinating doc.u.mentary about the indigenous cavemen of the area.”
”They're not cavemen.”
”They look like cavemen.”
”Do they live in caves?”
”Well...”
”They live in huts.”
”Perhaps they're having their caves redecorated,” called out a wag from the crowd.
Ford rounded on him angrily.
”Very funny,” he said, ”but have you noticed that they're dying out?”
On their journey back, Ford and Arthur had come across two derelict villages and the bodies of many natives in the woods, where they had crept away to die. Those that still lived were stricken and listless, as if they were suffering some disease of the spirit rather than the body. They moved sluggishly and with an infinite sadness. Their future had been taken away from them.
”Dying out!” repeated Ford. ”Do you know what that means?”
”Er... we shouldn't sell them any life insurance?” called out the wag again.
Ford ignored him, and appealed to the whole crowd.
”Can you try and understand,” he said, ”that it's just since we've arrived that they've started dying out!”
”In fact that comes over terribly well in this film,” said the marketing girl, ”and just gives it that poignant twist which is the hallmark of the really great doc.u.mentary. The producer's very committed.”
”He should be,” muttered Ford.
”I gather,” said the girl, turning to address the Captain who was beginning to nod off, ”that he wants to make one about you next, Captain.”
”Oh really?” he said, coming to with a start, ”that's awfully nice.”
”He's got a very strong angle on it, you know, the burden of responsibility, the loneliness of command...”
The Captain hummed and hahed about this for a moment.
”Well, I wouldn't overstress that angle, you know,” he said finally, ”one's never alone with a rubber duck.”
He held the duck aloft and it got an appreciative round from the crowd.
All the while, the Management Consultant had been sitting in stony silence, his finger tips pressed to his temples to indicate that he was waiting and would wait all day if it was necessary.
At this point he decided he would not wait all day after all, he would merely pretend that the last half hour hadn't happened.
He rose to his feet.
”If,” he said tersely, ”we could for a moment move on to the subject of fiscal policy...”
”Fiscal policy!” whooped Ford Prefect, ”Fiscal policy!”
The Management Consultant gave him a look that only a lungfish could have copied.
”Fiscal policy...” he repeated, ”that is what I said.”
”How can you have money,” demanded Ford, ”if none of you actually produces anything? It doesn't grow on trees you know.”
”If you would allow me to continue...”
Ford nodded dejectedly.
”Thank you. Since we decided a few weeks ago to adopt the leaf as legal tender, we have, of course, all become immensely rich.”
Ford stared in disbelief at the crowd who were murmuring appreciatively at this and greedily fingering the wads of leaves with which their track suits were stuffed.
”But we have also,” continued the Management Consultant, ”run into a small inflation problem on account of the high level of leaf availability, which means that, I gather, the current going rate has something like three deciduous forests buying one s.h.i.+p's peanut.”
Murmurs of alarm came from the crowd. The Management Consultant waved them down.
”So in order to obviate this problem,” he continued, ”and effectively revaluate the leaf, we are about to embark on a ma.s.sive defoliation campaign, and... er, burn down all the forests. I think you'll all agree that's a sensible move under the circ.u.mstances.”
The crowd seemed a little uncertain about this for a second or two until someone pointed out how much this would increase the value of the leaves in their pockets whereupon they let out whoops of delight and gave the Management Consultant a standing ovation. The accountants amongst them looked forward to a profitable Autumn.
”You're all mad,” explained Ford Prefect.