Space is big. Really big. You just won't believe how vastly hugely mind-bogglingly big it is.
It's Thursday, and to be honest you have never quite gotten the hang of Thursdays, and things in your life are starting to take a turn for the strange. There is a demolition team outside your house at the ready to knock it down so that a new highway can be built, you discover that your best friend Ford Prefect isn't from Guildford but a small planet somewhere in the vicinity of Betelgeuse and is a researcher for some sort of intergalactic Wikipedia called The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy and the girl of your dreams ran off with some slick dude claiming to be the President of the Universe. (so what if he actually is the president ... that line should have never worked!) Oh, and did I mention that there is an alien fleet surrounding the Earth about to blast it so that an intergalactic freeway (of a sort) can be built. Welcome to the life of Arthur Dent, a primitive life-form that is about to become one of the last remaining examples of the human race and a soon to be ba...