Pitch black

A Rochester Egyetemen előállítottak egy teljesen fekete fémet, amely valóban madjnem minden fényt elnyel. A cikk számos lehetséges alkalmazást említ, de sajnos kihagyja a valódi nagy lehetőséget: a Disaster Area zenekar teljesen fekete űrhajójának megépítését, ahol még a gombok és feliradok is feketék:

Zaphod's attention however was elsewhere. His attention was riveted on the ship standing next to Hotblack Desiato's limo. His mouths hung open.

``That,'' he said, ``that ... is really bad for the eyes ...''

Ford looked. He too stood astonished.

It was a ship of classic, simple design, like a flattened salmon, twenty yards long, very clean, very sleek. There was just one remarkable thing about it.

``It's so ... black!'' said Ford Prefect, ``you can hardly make out its shape ... light just seems to fall into it!''

Zaphod said nothing. He had simply fallen in love.

The blackness of it was so extreme that it was almost impossible to tell how close you were standing to it.

``Your eyes just slide off it ...'' said Ford in wonder. It was an emotional moment. He bit his lip.

Zaphod moved forward to it, slowly, like a man possessed --- or more accurately like a man who wanted to possess. His hand reached out to stroke it. His hand stopped. His hand reached out to stroke it again. His hand stopped again.

``Come and feel the surface,'' he said in a hushed voice.

Ford put his hand out to feel it. His hand stopped.

``You ... you can't ...'' he said.

``See?'' said Zaphod, ``it's just totally frictionless. This must be one mother of a mover ...''

He turned to look at Ford seriously. At least, one of his heads did --- the other stayed gazing in awe at the ship.

``What do you reckon, Ford?'' he said.

``You mean ... er ...'' Ford looked over his shoulder. ``You mean stroll off with it? You think we should?''

``No.''

``Nor do I.''

``But we're going to, aren't we?''

``How can we not?''

A többi már ismert.