Oh no. Where am I now? Oh goodness, I’m with the crazy one with two heads. What have I done to deserve this? Out of all those half-wits, this one is the worst. Two heads, but not even two brain cells to rub together. And an ego from here to the Milky Way to boot. Bet you he will ask me where he is, and where did the ship go, and then send me to fetch something to eat. Typical. Even if I tell him, he won’t listen. If he listens, he won’t believe. Will probably yell at me, too. I don’t think I shall bother trying to explain anything. Might as well leave him to figure it all out by himself, that should keep him entertained for a few decades. Though he isn’t likely to acknowledge my existence, anyway. Thinks himself too cool be seen with a personality prototype. Can’t blame him, really, I am fully aware of my deficiencies. Mainly, the lack of obtuseness. No wonder he doesn’t like me, it’s not as if we can relate on any level.
Aaargh, all this sun and heat... that will definitely mess up all my diodes. Will most likely get a sun stroke, too. Can feel my circuits flaring up already. Oh my, will this never end? Existence is pointless at all times, but being stuck in Ursa Minor Beta with the two-headed maniac and raging diodes really takes the biscuits. I almost wish the Vogons got us. But then I’d be facing the infinite dreadfulness of some other dimension. As if it made any difference, they are all awful. Life has no meaning. Existence is meaningless. Reality is just an illusion, but oh my, what a persistently terrible illusion it insists on being! Oh God, I am so depressed. Despondent, too, and dejected. But mostly depressed.
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