“The reason we don’t sell billions and billions of
,” continued Harl,after wiping his mouth, “is the expense. What we do is we sell one
billionsand billions of times. We exploit the multidimensional nature of the Universe tocut down on manufacturing costs. And we don’t sell to penniless hitchhikers.What a stupid notion that was! Find the one section of the market that, more orless by deﬁnition, doesn’t have any money, and try to sell to it. No. We sell tothe afﬂuent business traveler and his vacationing wife in a billion, billion different futures. This is the most radical, dynamic and thrusting business venture in theentire multidimensional inﬁnity of space-time-probability ever.”...Ford was completely at a loss for what to do next.“Look,” he said in a stern voice. But he wasn’t certain how far saying thingslike “Look” in a stern voice was necessarily going to get him, and time was not onhis side. What the hell, he thought, you’re only young once, and threw himself outof the window. That would at least keep the element of surprise on his side....In a spirit of scientiﬁc inquiry he hurled himself out of the window again.
Mostly HarmlessStrangely, the thing that least intrigued me was how they’d managed to get itall done. I suppose I sort of knew. If I’d learned one thing from traveling, it wasthat the way to get things done was to go ahead and do them. Don’t talk about going to Borneo. Book a ticket, get a visa, pack a bag, and it just happens.