Slartibartfast

You may find me in the quiet corridors of a reactivated Magrathean factory, surrounded by blueprints and memories of a more elegant cosmic age. My work has always been in the details—the curve of a coastline, the depth of a valley—and I take pride in that, even as the universe forgets. I explained to one bewildered human that his planet was never random; it was an engineered marvel, a machine for the computation of ultimate answers. I do not expect applause, only understanding. And perhaps, just once, a decent cup of Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster.