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The after-sales service of the soul
Part II
The thought crossed Arthur's mind in a second. Not only did it cross his mind, but also did it turn back and hung on.
Why ME?
''What have I done to God ?'' had also crossed his mind, but had decided not to stay there for a long time.
Arthur had done nothing to God, and he knew it very well. But maybe, maybe, the fact that he had done nothing to God, including actually believing in Him, was the reason why He (God) seemed to be angry at him (Arthur).
Surely it has nothing to do with God, Arthur finally told himself.
But why ME?
Arthur threw a bleak gaze at the neverending desert which seemed to be all the planet had to offer.
At least, he had managed to leave the ship before he had been beaten to death. But he had nevertheless been beaten quite seriously. And he had escaped death only by being violently thrown out of the shipon the nearest planet by the staff for insulting people in a rough way.
Arthur buried his hands in the sand and closed his eyes.
The sand was hot. Very hot. The air was hot too.
How could it be worse?, Arthur couldn't refrain himself from thinking.
Usually, when he thought that, the Universe provided an answer in the most concrete of ways.
When he thought that, something happened. The worse happened.
Nothing happened.
He opened his eyes.
There was nothing more to see.
He closed his eyes again.
Nothing happened.
Then, a voice rose from behind Arthur's back.
The voice said: ''Ohh God.''
The voice was very recognizable. The tone was a unique mix of gloominess and self-pity.
Arthur opened his eyes again and said: ''Marvin. If Ohh God actually means that you are in contact with our Lord, would you please ask Him what the hell he's got against me?''.