"I just need one to scoot around the city." The new shopper said.
"Uh, huh." I replied, pretending that was a normal request.
"What colors are available?"
I hung my head, pretending to check the catalog. There were no colors.
"Just chrome, Ma'am."
"I will look like everyone else!"
I just stared. She was an idiot and the first of the ultra rich who could afford their own spacecraft. Throngs of idiots would soon be around the building.
It was a trial program to see if there would be interest. There was/is. How was I to tell them that these were fully equipped spacecraft that could travel to far galaxies and destroy small planetoids with one blast.
I turned the client over to my boss and was told to meet the sales rep behind the building. He was a sleazoid, so I checked for my blaster and cut through the storage bays so I would have the advantage.
He was looking for me at my usual exit point so I was able to check for his cronies or other
I turned the client over to my boss and was told to meet the sales rep behind the building. He was a sleazoid, so I checked for my blaster and cut through the storage bays so I would have the advantage.
He was looking for me at my usual exit point so I was able to check for his cronies or other
unsavory characters. Nothing looked amiss, so I ran across and exited as expected.
"Reever! Good to see you! Look what I have for you!" He gestured to the row of small spacecraft.
"I've seen them and I am trying to figure a way to sell them."
"Problems? Come inside and I will show you all and it will be a easy sell to every rich fool you know!"
It was the height of two autos from the 20th century, but wider and longer. He pushed his watch and a lift slid down as the door slid up. We walked up the slight incline and it smelled like 'new car', a scent we bought to spray old spacecraft. It looked brand new on the inside which it did not on the outside.
There were two navigation/piloting seats in the front and two larger, more comfortable looking seats right past a small walkway. It was a tight fit for walking, but it could be done. There was a toilet in the back and a tiny galley near it. Every space was for storage, otherwise.
I sat in the captain's seat and looked at the controls. I knew where the weapons button should be, but it had been painted over. All that was visible were navigation controls.
The rep sealed us in and said, "Let's take her up!"
My time in the Sea Wars was about to pay off, for we had used these 'shuttles' many times. I headed to the Drylands and opened her up. She was in good shape. I pressed the covered blaster buttons and took out a few dry plants.
"You are going to actually disconnect these, right?" I asked.
He pressed his watch again. "Try it out."
Nothing. Good. I could just see some crazy road rage with blaster weapons fired by blue-haired old women going out to Haiku tea.
"Why did they really decide to sell these?" I asked.
"There are thousands of them and some have never been used. They will go to the males. The female's needs are so mundane, that they won't need them. This way the rich man can eliminate his competition!" He laughed loudly and slapped my knee again.
This was going to be more interesting than I thought. We flew back and I landed easily. It was all easy to me. I suddenly had a idea.
"You should let me fly this one as advertising." He was already laughing.
"Of course! That is what we have decided and for you, keep the weapons!"
I smiled and patted my new spacecraft wondering how I could sell them faster.
***
The deep space painters arrived bright an early and we went down the row blasting color swatches on each door. The first was going to be hot pink...
"Reever! Good to see you! Look what I have for you!" He gestured to the row of small spacecraft.
"I've seen them and I am trying to figure a way to sell them."
"Problems? Come inside and I will show you all and it will be a easy sell to every rich fool you know!"
It was the height of two autos from the 20th century, but wider and longer. He pushed his watch and a lift slid down as the door slid up. We walked up the slight incline and it smelled like 'new car', a scent we bought to spray old spacecraft. It looked brand new on the inside which it did not on the outside.
There were two navigation/piloting seats in the front and two larger, more comfortable looking seats right past a small walkway. It was a tight fit for walking, but it could be done. There was a toilet in the back and a tiny galley near it. Every space was for storage, otherwise.
I sat in the captain's seat and looked at the controls. I knew where the weapons button should be, but it had been painted over. All that was visible were navigation controls.
The rep sealed us in and said, "Let's take her up!"
My time in the Sea Wars was about to pay off, for we had used these 'shuttles' many times. I headed to the Drylands and opened her up. She was in good shape. I pressed the covered blaster buttons and took out a few dry plants.
"You are going to actually disconnect these, right?" I asked.
He pressed his watch again. "Try it out."
Nothing. Good. I could just see some crazy road rage with blaster weapons fired by blue-haired old women going out to Haiku tea.
"Why did they really decide to sell these?" I asked.
"There are thousands of them and some have never been used. They will go to the males. The female's needs are so mundane, that they won't need them. This way the rich man can eliminate his competition!" He laughed loudly and slapped my knee again.
This was going to be more interesting than I thought. We flew back and I landed easily. It was all easy to me. I suddenly had a idea.
"You should let me fly this one as advertising." He was already laughing.
"Of course! That is what we have decided and for you, keep the weapons!"
I smiled and patted my new spacecraft wondering how I could sell them faster.
***
The deep space painters arrived bright an early and we went down the row blasting color swatches on each door. The first was going to be hot pink...
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