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So the answer is 42.

On a festively decorated platform in front of the building, undoubtedly the main one of all the buildings around, a man appeared and addressed the crowd. His voice was clearly audible in all corners of the square. -- O you, who wait at the foot of the Deep Thought! -- he exclaimed. -- Honorable Descendants of Vroomfundle and Magictiz, the Greatest and Most Interesting Oracles in all the history of the Universe... The Time of Waiting is over! The crowd erupted in wild cries. Flags, posters, and the sounds of hand-held sirens soared into the air. The streets looked even narrower, like a thousand-legged creature that had turned on its back and was twitching its limbs in the air. -- For seven and a half years we have waited for this Great Illuminating Day! -- continued the brave orator. -- The Day of the Answer! The crowd writhed in ecstasy. -- Never again will we think, waking up in the morning: "Who am I? What is my purpose in life? Does it really matter, if we think in terms of the Universe, if I don't get up and go to work?" Because today we will finally hear, once and for all, a clear and unambiguous answer to all these tedious problems of Life, the Universe, and Everything! Another burst of cries, and Arthur felt himself sliding down through the air to one of the majestic windows on the first floor of the building in front of which the platform had been erected. For a moment, as he flew through the window, he was overcome with panic, but it immediately disappeared, and he realized that he had passed right through the glass, without even feeling it. No one in the room paid attention to his strange arrival. There was nothing surprising about this, because he wasn't there. He began to understand that everything that was happening was just a playback of a one hundred and twenty-eight-track recording directly into the viewer's head, bypassing his eyes and ears. The room looked almost exactly as Slartibartfast had described it. It had been kept in perfect order for seven and a half million years, and regularly cleaned once every hundred years or so. A table made of ultra-red wood was worn at the edges, the carpet was perhaps a little faded, but a large monitor towered in a halo of shining glory on the leather-covered tabletop, and glowed as if it had been made yesterday. Two strictly dressed operators sat in front of the console and waited. -- The Hour of the Answer is almost here, -- said one. Arthur was surprised to see a caption suddenly appear in the air next to the speaker's head. The word Kolngkill flashed several times and then disappeared. Before Arthur could figure it out, another person spoke, and the word Hwudt appeared above his head. -- Seventy-five thousand generations ago, our ancestors programmed this program into the computer, -- he said, -- and for all this time, we will be the first to hear the voice of the computer. -- Aren't you afraid, Hwudt? -- asked the first, and Arthur suddenly realized that the captions were their names. -- We will hear, -- said Hwudt, -- the answer to the Main Question of Life... -- The Universe! -- Kolngkill chimed in. -- And Everything...! Kolngkill gestured to end the conversation. -- I think Deep Thought is about to say something! A moment of silence hung in the air, full of tense anticipation. The lights on the console came to life, flickered as if testing themselves, and finally froze. A low, soft hum emanated from the speakers. -- Good morning, -- Deep Thought finally said. -- Uh... good morning, O Deep Thought, -- Kolngkill replied nervously, -- can you tell us... uh... that is... -- Your Answer? -- Deep Thought interrupted majestically. -- Yes. I can. Both operators were trembling with nerves. Millennia of waiting had not been in vain. -- Does it really exist? -- Hwudt breathed out. -- It really exists, -- Deep Thought confirmed. -- The Main Answer? To the Main Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything? -- Yes. Both had been trained and specially prepared for this moment, their entire lives had been preparation for it, they had been chosen at birth to witness the Answer, and yet they could not restrain their joyful exclamations. They patted each other on the back and frolicked like children. -- And are you ready to give it to us? -- Kolngkill asked, having calmed down. -- Ready. -- Now? -- Now. Both operators licked their dry lips. -- Although I don't think, -- the computer added, -- that you will like it. -- It doesn't matter! -- said Hwudt. -- We must know it! Right now! -- Now? -- Deep Thought asked again. -- Yes! Now! -- Excellent, -- said the computer and fell silent again. Hwudt and Kolngkill trembled. The tension was becoming unbearable. -- Seriously, you won't like it, -- Deep Thought remarked. -- Tell! -- Excellent, -- said the computer. -- The answer to the Main Question... -- Well...! -- Of Life, the Universe, and Everything..., -- the computer continued. -- Well...!!! -- It is... -- Deep Thought said and paused meaningfully. -- Well...!!!!!! -- Forty-two, -- Deep Thought said with inimitable calmness and majesty.

Maybe I'm missing something, but Ment, please explain what this number means.

Butthurt has nothing to do with it. And I'm not going to learn memes, I've outgrown that age.

Ment, I understand, is someone's fantasy literature. So, basically, are your jokes that lame?