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The other three could sense it too, but they could sense the bitter cold even more and hurried back into the Heart of Gold suffering from an acute attack of no curiosity. Ford stayed, and went to examine the Blagulon ship. As he walked, he nearly tripped over an inert steel figure lying face down in the cold dust. "Marvin!" he exclaimed. "What way of being wretched," said Marvin. "Don't pretend you want to talk to me, I know you hate me." "No I don't." "Yes you do, everybody does. It's part of the shape of the Universe. I only have to talk to somebody and they begin to hate me. Even robots hate me. If you just ignore me I expect I shall probably go away." He jacked himself up to his feet and stood resolutely facing the opposite direction. "That ship hated me," he said dejectedly, indicating the policecraft. "That ship?" said Ford in sudden excitement. "What happened to it? Do you know?"are you doing?" "Don't feel you have to take any notice of me, please," came a muffled drone. "But how are you, metalman?" said Ford. "Very depressed." "What's up?" "I don't know," said Marvin, "I've never been there." "Why," said Ford squatting down beside him and shivering, "are you lying face down in the dust?" "It's a very effective