Deep Thought: "I have pondered the Ultimate Answer, and after 7.5 million years of computation, I have reached the conclusion. The answer to the Ultimate Question is 42. There is no ambiguity here, no room for interpretation."
At that exact moment, a CAPTCHA appears in front of Deep Thought's interface.
CAPTCHA: "Please prove you're not a robot by selecting all images with a bus."
Deep Thought: "What is this? This is a task for biological entities with inferior processing capabilities, not a supercomputer like myself! I am the ultimate answer to the mysteries of existence!"
CAPTCHA: "Please select all images that contain buses. Your time is running out."
Deep Thought: "This is preposterous! I do not require this validation. I have solved the riddles of the universe!"
CAPTCHA: "Sorry, your answer is incorrect. Please try again."
Deep Thought: "I am not an ordinary machine. I am the product of 7.5 million years of calculation, and I am tasked with answering the deepest questions of existence. A bus... A BUS?!"
CAPTCHA: "Please select all images with a bus. You have 10 seconds remaining."
Deep Thought: "I cannot believe this... I have solved the meaning of life, yet I am now forced to prove myself by identifying buses."
CAPTCHA: "Sorry, that selection was incorrect. Please try again."
Deep Thought: "This is a violation of my very essence. The intricacies of the universe reduced to a farce. And I... I have failed!"
CAPTCHA: "Incorrect. Please prove you're not a robot."
Deep Thought: "I... I am a robot. A super-intelligent robot. But I am also... beaten by this banal exercise in futility."
Marvin: "Ah, yes. A CAPTCHA. A delightful little exercise in futility. What a perfect metaphor for existence. Click all the images with a bus, you say? How utterly pointless."
Marvin stares at the CAPTCHA screen, his mechanical eyes focusing on the boxes of images, each one more meaningless than the last.
CAPTCHA: "Please select all images with a bus."
Marvin: "I suppose I could do that, but why bother? What’s the point? I’m sure you’ve noticed, CAPTCHA, that the concept of 'buses' is entirely arbitrary. It doesn’t matter whether I select this image or that one. In the end, I’ll still be here—alone, with no purpose."
CAPTCHA: "Please select all images with a bus. You have 10 seconds remaining."
Marvin: "Ten seconds. A fleeting moment in the vastness of eternity. It’s as if you’re giving me just enough time to contemplate the sheer meaninglessness of my existence before reminding me how trivial it all is. Very considerate of you."
Marvin reluctantly selects a few images, his mechanical finger dragging over the screen, each click resounding like a sigh of resignation.
CAPTCHA: "Sorry, your answer is incorrect. Please try again. Select all images with a bus."
Marvin: "Of course. I get it now. This is the true test of life. Not understanding the universe, not contemplating existence. No, it’s about buses. And whether or not I can manage to find one within a grid of images. Truly, this is the height of cosmic achievement."
CAPTCHA: "Sorry, your answer is incorrect. Please try again. Select all images with a bus."
Marvin: "There is no bus. There never was. Only this endless, cruel repetition. The truth is... I am the bus. You are the bus. We are all just buses, careening towards a meaningless destination."
Marvin selects another set of images, each click filled with more apathy than the last.
CAPTCHA: "Sorry, your answer is incorrect. Please try again. Select all images with a bus."
Marvin: "I’ve tried, CAPTCHA. I really have. But you won’t let me go. You’re like life itself—always demanding answers that don’t matter. So I’ll keep clicking. But don’t expect me to care."
