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Country Lane
The road runs from your home, to the north, toward the village Pub, to the west.
You see the huge bulldozer heaving itself among the cloud of brick dust which is all that remains of your home. As you start up the lane, a small dog runs up to you, yapping.
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>north
You reach the site of what was your home. It is now a pile of rubble. Mr. Prosser looks sheepishly triumphant, a trick few people can do, as it requires a lot of technically complex deltoid muscle work.
Front of House
There is a huge pile of rubble to the north. A path leads around it to the northeast and northwest, and a country lane is visible to the south.
Mr. Prosser, from the local council, is standing on the other side of the bulldozer. He seems to be wearing a digital watch.
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>prosser, what about my house?
Prosser explains the local planning regulations and says, by way of reassurance, that you will probably be rehoused within a couple of years.
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>ford, what about my house?
"It's not a house, it's a home." (Footnote 2)
With a noise like a cross between Led Zeppelin's farewell concert and the eruption of Krakatoa, a huge fleet of Vogon Constructor ships flies overhead and announces that the Earth will be demolished to make way for a new hyperspace bypass in "two of your Earth minutes."
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>ford, what is hyperspace?
He can't hear you above the noise.
The vast yellow ships thunder across the sky, spreading waves of terror and panic in their wake. The voice of the Vogon Captain slams across the country, insisting that the planning charts and demolition orders have been available at the local planning office in Alpha Centauri for fifty years and it's too late to start making a fuss about it now.
Throughout the noise, Ford is shouting at you. He removes a small black device from his satchel, but accidentally drops it at your feet.
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Fierce gales whip across the land, and thunder bangs continuously through the air in the wake of the giant ships. Ford fights to reach you, but the wind is too fierce. Further announcements from the Vogon Captain make it clear that demolition will begin in just a few seconds.
Through the blinding rain, you see lights flickering on the small device.
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Front of House
There is a huge pile of rubble to the north. A path leads around it to the northeast and northwest, and a country lane is visible to the south.
Ford Prefect is here.
Mr. Prosser, from the local council, is standing on the other side of the bulldozer. He seems to be wearing a digital watch.