Encounter

"Welcome, honored guests, to our humble shop. It is an honor for us Kun People to be invited to participate in this exhibition. At our Blue Cross Peace and Development Company shop, you can find all sorts of interesting little trinkets from other realms."

Kun Person Fang Locke had been an expatriate employee in the starfields for over thirty years. He had his own particular way of handling interrealm trade.

"I personally recommend this Adaptation Bracelet. It is highly compatible with all kinds of environmental adapters. With it on, you can walk independently even through the cosmic void."

Now, in his shop, he smiled as he introduced his products to the local monkeys who had yet to enter the stars.

Meanwhile, another train of thought in his mind was freely venting his dissatisfaction.

"A bunch of country bumpkins. If you can't afford it, don't touch it! Move along, move along, stop wasting my time. Don't touch my merchandise with your feeble forelimbs! Fuck, a bunch of monkeys are making me put on a smiling face. Is this some kind of living hell?"

As a superlifeform evolved to possess two brains and four to six thought streams, he had the spare capacity to think about other things while putting on a two-faced act for his customers.

"Still, primitive as this place is, its Cooking Pathways are kind of interesting. Their food processing and seasoning techniques are pretty good. What should I eat today?"

"It's already the fourth day, and I've only sold one item so far. I've really been screwed over this time. As expected, newly opened civilizations aren't worth looking forward to. Plenty come to look, but too few can actually pay."

He rapidly introduced his products to visitors while his other three thought streams simultaneously indulged in racial discrimination,