[ WP ] You are an inventor who sells unique gadgets to time traveling adventurers . Describe a few minutes in the shop .

You know, you would n't think that the Space Beyond Time would have dust, given that it's a nth dimensional nexus and not part of any physical world. But, there's dust. Dust everywhere. Ugh. I should buy a cleaning robot. 
 
 *Welcome to Time Gadgets Galore! * calls the automated greeting voice. 
 
 Ah! A customer! It's been... well, I guess there's really no measure of time beyond time. But it's been a long whatever. I put down the duster and walk over behind the counter, where I stare blankly at the computer projection on it. After all, a good shopkeeper knows to mind his or her own business until the customer calls. 
 
 `` Ssssss? Ssss sssss?'' the customer asks in deliberately timed hisses, like Morse code. Looking up, I can tell immediately that she's a Serpinian, what with her mottled scales and her forked, flicking tongue. The accent was a pretty big tip off, too. 
 
 I tap the button on my wrist to activate my universal translator headset. `` I'm sorry, ma'am, I did n't have the translator on just now. Please, what was your question?'' 
 
 `` Hello? Could ask?'' she asks through the universal translator's universal human voice. 
 
 I hold back a sigh at the imperfections in the translation algorithm, and vaguely hope the next update releases soon. `` Sure. How may I help you?'' 
 
 `` I have a large radius remote automatic weather.'' 
 
 ``... I'm sorry?'' 
 
 A bit of exasperation is reflecting in her slitted eyes. `` I have. A large. Radius. Remote automatic. Weather.'' 
 
 I shake my head in incomprehension. This is n't the first time I've had trouble with the Serpinian language using this translator, though, and I learned from the past. `` You have. A large. Radius. Remote automatic. Weather.'' 
 
 The Serpinian hisses an untranslated word, then continues. `` No. I need. I need?'' 
 
 `` Need.'' 
 
 She nods enthusiastically. `` I need. I need a large radius remote automatic weather. Time. Weather. Time?'' 
 
 `` Remote?'' 
 
 `` No, no. Remote? Controls? Controller?'' 
 
 I make an educated guess. `` Time controller? With a large radius?'' 
 
 She sways side to side and curls her mouth into a smile, her muscles clearly straining at the unnatural action. I grin, let her know that we have a few, and lead her to the right aisle. After she picks a model - a DGE493N, version 2.3 with my custom updated user interface panel - I help her fasten it around her body, and we head back to the counter. I ring the item up for her. 
 
 `` That'll be 392 Sss, please. Do you have a bonus membership with us?'' 
 
 She shakes her body and taps the chip on her tongue to the payscanner, a definite sign not to bother asking if she'd want to sign up. With that, she slithers out the door. I take out a rag, wet it with disinfectant, and wipe up the saliva on the counter.
