Challenge #02270-F080: Location, Location, Location
On a spaceship a human salesman (yes, you aren't even safe in space from them) promotes his Product "FlexseALL" (just Flexseal with a different name). He has the same attitude of Phil and showtests his products on literally ever Problem on the Ship. And it works!
Even on the leaks, the engine, the air vents,...
Go crazy with your own ideas. And thank you for your time :-) -- Anon Guest
[AN: Thanks for making me see that with my own eyes. I think...]
In space, no-one can hear you spruik... Danthar Regis had practically talked their tongue out about this product. Demonstrated until his elbows creaked. Showed them how it worked, how well it worked, its versatility in temperatures approaching zero Kelvin to thousands of degrees Celcius.
What he hadn't known, until he collected a reconciliatory sandwich in a local diner, was that most cogniscents who passed through that particular concourse didn't anticipate a long stay. So they wore their livesuits and heavily filtered all possible inputs to strictly the destinations or things they were interested in.
Dan groaned. "I spent two shifts[1], out there. Two. I used so many volumes of that for demonstrations and... nobody was paying attention?"
"You could always try Babel Street. They have people who pay attention."
"Only so they can heckle..."
The Gyiik behind the counter shrugged. "That is true, but at least you have an audience. What are you selling?"
"A liquid polymer sealant that acts like rubber when dry, no matter the temperature differential." Dan paused to consume more sandwich. Those Gyiiks who followed Nyohmnahm knew good food. "It's called Flexse-ALL. A portmanteau of 'flexible', 'seal', and 'all'."
"Clever enough," allowed the Gyiik. His nametag declared he was called Fil. "How useful can it be?"
Dan, still resting his tongue, slid across the bullet points. "Pretty flakkin' useful."
Fil examined the easy-to-read cardboard placard. "Ah. I know where you should demonstrate to maximise your profits.'
"Mmf?" said Dan around a mouthful.
"Inner Lower Left Fin Walk, just inside from the Elemeno. Lots of JOATs are going to love this stuff."
Dan savoured his mouthful. "I'm still taking the biggest, sweetest, most refreshing beverage you've got before I try again."
That was, according to all concerned, a given.
[1] A Galactic Standard Shift is three hours.
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