The young man stands frozen in the position he was in when he threw the egg onto the roof. The area around him begins to glow white, the glare getting brighter and brighter until the shape of man and machine blends together in the light.
And then suddenly it was gone. The man, the machines, and the roof, but not the mansion. It stands as it always had, even now with its topmost layer gone.
The tenants inside scramble. The time is growing nigh. The apocalypse is coming, and they must all be ready soon.
Zaphod has entered the Medium
END OF ACT 1
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