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| параноидального андроида Марвина из трилогии «Автостопом по Галактике». |
А вот кстати собсвенно за что его прозвали paranoid android. Это его нормальная манера общения.
| I'll send the robot down to get |
them and bring them up here. Hey Marvin!"
In the corner, the robot's head swung up sharply, but then wobbled
about imperceptibly. It pulled itself up to its feet as if it was about five
pounds heavier that it actually was, and made what an outside observer
would have thought was a heroic effort to cross the room. It stopped in
front of Trillian and seemed to stare through her left shoulder.
"I think you ought to know I'm feeling very depressed," it said. Its voice
was low and hopeless.
"Oh God," muttered Zaphod and slumped into a seat.
"Well," said Trillian in a bright compassionate tone, "here's something
to occupy you and keep your mind off things."
"It won't work," droned Marvin, "I have an exceptionally large mind."
"Marvin!" warned Trillian.
"Alright," said Marvin, "what do you want me to do?"
"Go down to number two entry bay and bring the two aliens up here
With a microsecond pause, and a finely calculated micromodulation of
pitch and timbre - nothing you could actually take offence at - Marvin
managed to convey his utter contempt and horror of all things human.
"Just that?" he said.
"Yes," said Trillian firmly.
"I won't enjoy it," said Marvin.
Zaphod leaped out of his seat.
"She's not asking you to enjoy it," he shouted, "just do it will you?"
"Alright," said Marvin like the tolling of a great cracked bell, "I'll do
"Good ..." snapped Zaphod, "great ... thank you ..."
Marvin turned and lifted his flat-topped triangular red eyes up towards
"I'm not getting you down at all am I?" he said pathetically.
"No no Marvin," lilted Trillian, "that's just fine, really ..."
"I wouldn't like to think that I was getting you down."
"No, don't worry about that," the lilt continued, "you just act as comes
naturally and everything will be just fine."
"You're sure you don't mind?" probed Marvin.
"No no Marvin," lilted Trillian, "that's just fine, really ... just part of
"Marvin flashed him an electronic look.
"Life," said Marvin, "don't talk to me about life."
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