经典科幻文学:《宇宙尽头的餐馆》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.”

“合成出一杯茶。”
“说得对，伙计们。”电脑突然嚷了一句，“目前我正在解决这个问题。哇，这可是个棘手的大问题。你们再稍等一会儿。”说完它又恢复了沉默，正好和三双眼睛瞪着阿瑟·邓特时那种令人窒息的沉默相配。
似乎是为了缓解这种紧张气氛，沃贡人选择了在此刻开火。
飞船开始震荡，发出轰响。在一轮杀伤力三十级、高精度光辐射炮火的攻击下，船体周围一英寸厚的力场防护盾被打得千疮百孔，噼啪乱响，眼看撑不了多久了。按照福特长官的预计，顶多还有四分钟。“三分五十秒。”过了片刻，他说道。
“四十五秒，”他又补报出当前最准确的时间。他漫不经心地拨弄着一些无用的开关，然后狠狠剜了阿瑟一眼。
“就这么死在一杯茶上，嗯？”他说，“三分四十秒。”
“拜托，你能停止计数吗？”赞福德咆哮着说。
“当然，”福特长官回答道，“三分三十五秒钟以后吧。”