My name's Hank Golden-Cloud and I sell hydrogen and hydrogen-accessories, I tell you what!
This Amazon "land" or "world/planet", referred to here as "Shasheer", uses the "three noble forces of nature" for energy production: Moving water (hydroelectric), moving air (wind) and solar. Hydroelectric is fairly steady and predictable, however outputs from Shasheer's vast wind-energy fields and solar-energy "acreage" varies wildly depending on weather. To make transmission and storage easier from such sources (and sometimes even from remotely located hydroelectric stations) hydrogen is used as the energy medium.
Hydrogen, from the electrolysis of water done "on location" at the wind-generator fields or solar acreage, is piped over a vast network of hydrogen piping that has been growing ever greater over the thousands of years. Since hydrogen is compressible, the very size of the combined piping-network provides sufficient volume for effective "storage". Hydrogen is generally always available for users despite the highly variable production rates of the scattered but numerous wind-energy, solar energy and hydroelectric sources.
All of the hydrogen sources are connected to all of the hydrogen users through this huge, interconnected hydrogen pipeline network. Main use of hydrogen is in electric power-plants. Hydrogen is piped to many houses and apartments for cooking and heating. It is similar to natural gas.
Hydrogen and appliances that use it are common-place in Shasheer. Below are a couple interesting little tidbits about a Shasheerian "Hydrogen Salesman"...

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A wee bit of vocabulary here...
Taqh - A Shasheerian race which is large in stature, with blond hair and golden skin.
Betaqh - The smaller Shasheerian race that has black hair and cocoa-brown skin. They would impress us as similar to "Chinese", or maybe, Indians.

In both races, the women tend to be bigger.

Note, as well, the typical dress and behavior of Shasheerians...

Just a couple of quick-sits (situations/stories), if you have the time. First one is really short and to the point. The second is longer mostly due to its display of typical Shasheerian "lushness"...

Case One Gas Range:

You are strolling in a typical Shasheerian, Central Capital park one nice sunny day, when a, ahem, conservatively(?) dressed Taqh fellow strikes up conversation with you.

Conservatively dressed for a Taqh man on this balmy-cool day, he wears a quarter-length tank-top over a white fish-net bikini. Lots of lean, wash-board-abs tummy is displayed. His bikini covers only a third of his butt-"cheeks". He is slim, lean, golden tanned, has squared off shoulders, good muscles in his arms and supple muscles in his legs that ripple with pedal-car-driving-power.

[Readers, use your imagination to "engage" yourself to the story... If you are male, imagine, if you really were a Shasheerian, you would probably look similar to him, and would be dressed similarly; maybe even less.
If you are female, most likely you would be, if a Taqh woman, somewhat bigger than him, nearly nude or nude, and most likely, at least tempted to feel him up...]

The random, small talk conversation might happen upon his saying something like, "Well, I had a light vegetable soup for lunch, you know, nothin' heavy".
Then you might say, "Yeah, well, I tried to have burgers... (in Shasheer, the patties are made of ground and mixed vegetable, that is, basically a veggie burger. However, since meat is simply no where in anyone's diet, there is no distinction. They just say 'burgers'.) but dagnabit, I turn on the stove, go out for what I thought was a minute, then I come back and the stove burner is cherry red and the burgers are scorched on one side, and still cold on the other!"

A-hah! A sale to be made, thinks he...

"Well Sir, can I interest you in a gas stove? My name's Hank Golden-Cloud and I sell hydrogen and hydrogen-accessories. A gas stove will put an end to that hassle, I tell you what! You get instant on heat, precise control, and it costs less than electricity, cause, your gas'll come from me, and I have my own wind-generator, on the edge of town. I sell you gas, real cheap. And you can cook even when there is a power outage without draining your house 'battries'; Your tank of hydrogen will last at least a couple months. And you don't have to come to my place to refill it, I come to you, with a fully charged tank. I'll remove the exhausted one, unhook it and hook up the new, and you'll be good to go for another couple months! You pay me for the refill, that's it."

"Sounds great!" you might say, "But I heard gas ovens make the cakes and stuff soggy..."
(Indeed, due to the fact, the "exhaust" of hydrogen is steam, it does sog out cakes and bread in the oven. However...)

"Not to worry sir, our ovens use a heat exchanger system. The hydrogen flames heats the exchangers to cherry red, and you get hot, dry cooking heat, just like with electricity. The water vapor goes up the exhaust pipe, or, if you wish, into your house. I always install a valve that you can turn. In summer, you'll vent the exhaust outside. In winter you'll set it for goin' in the house. It'll help with your heating and humidify your house so everything's not so gol-dang dry. It'll help with dry skin problems, and help stop gettin' sparked every time you reach for a door knob and things like that. And just like the top burners, it's instant-on, and precise to control. All professional Chefs use gas. All restaurants use gas. It's the professional way to go, and, like I said before, is power-outage proof, a must for a restaurant!"
"But, can the gas explode? What if there's a leak..."
"There's nothin' to worry about. If there's a leak, because hydrogen is so light, much lighter than air, it immediately floats up, seeps through your ceilin' and roof and it's gone! Also, when I recharge a tank, I pressurize a small amount of a smelly kind of gas, it don't contribute to heating and is not flammable. It's weight is the same as the air. So if there's a leak, you'll smell it. What you'll be smellin' is the non-flammable, smelly gas, but the hydrogen will be gone. Just call me and I'll come and fix it right away, even at night!"
"Huh! That sounds great! How much do they cost?..." and on and on. Sale made!

Case Two Gas Mower:

On another fine and fair day, but with the temperature just plain balmy, (not balmy-cool as in Case One) a tall, strong blond Taqh woman is fiddling around in the park, seemingly with nothing to do. The day is not that hot, but some of her short blond hair sticks to her face, there is sweat on her brow, and her flimsy quarter-length light-blue tank-top sticks to her sweating bosom, making her nipples show plainly. She wears nothing at all below; the tank-top is her only clothing.

She is well muscled all over. She works out her upper body, and her legs are heavily muscled from, not only pedal-car use, but from the fact that her job is one that she delivers packages around town. She is a courier, which in this world is done, of course, by pedal-car. One could wash clothes on her wash-board-abs tummy. She is golden tanned, has big sparkling blue eyes, and white fingernail polish and toenail polish.

Then she sees something that makes her nipples poke out even further on her tank-top, and her genital swell and moisten up. A slender Taqh man eating a hot-dogish looking sandwich sits at a tree-shaded, park picnic table. He is by himself. Lean waist, supple muscular legs, nice shoulders and chest, not so big so she can push him around if it comes to it, yet sexy, rivets her attention. He is dressed like Hank, above... Well, he is Hank. Immediately, she walks over to him, slinking, waving hips...

"Hi!" She simply says.

The guy looks up and nearly chokes. He clears his throat and shyly says "Hi!"

"Got a little time?" she purrs out while seating herself across the picnic table from him. She props her face on the fisted hand of her arm with elbow propped on the table, and just looks straight at him and smiles sweetly. She has assumed a position enabling him to see her nice, big arm with its well developed biceps bulging out. And, of course, her breasts are held high, showing those big, raised nipples poking out of that tank-top. She gazes, smiling, into his eyes.

"I... I... well, I'm on a... uh, service call... that is, just returning from one, and I'm..."
"Returning from, honey? Then you do have time!" she cooed.
"Well, uh, yes! A little..."

In typical Shasheerian Taqh woman fashion, there is no game playing, no fooling around. She just comes out and says it...

"Let's go sex. Oh GOSH I need it! If your boy ain't up to it, fist me! I gotta sex, bad!"
"Uh, uh, well, yeah! Okay!"

Being a healthy Taqh male, and a typical Shasheerian, his "boy" was up to it indeed!

To some bushes near the picnic table they head. She practically throws him down, she gets on top of and straddles him, and relishes slowly letting his hardened part enter. Her genital hungrily wolfs it down. It is not long before her big, muscular naked butt is flying up and down, with such force that it jams the man further under her with each down-stroke. Occasionally, she must move back a little to keep it possible to ram his genital all the way to its base. Orgasm roars through her pushing out loud screams that echo through the park. He dumps, with a burning orgasm that forces moans of tortuous ecstasy out of him, and momentarily causes him to loose consciousness.

The big strong blond on top of him simmers down, and she sits on him, still thrusting a bit. Her eyes are closed as she enjoys every last waning drop of her orgasm. Essentially, she waits until his genital softens and shrinks, and more or less drops out.

She gets up off him and sits beside him on the cool grass, propped up on her arms in back of her.
"GOLLY GOODNESS that HIT the SPOT! OOOWEEE! That felt good! Whew!"

The guy just slumbered. She sat by him, knowing men usually pass out this way, to more or less watch over him.

Before long, he stirs, and with sleepy difficulty, props up on his elbows. "Wow, that was GREAT!"
"U-huh" the woman nods her head in acknowledgement. She knows it was to him, no need to tell her. But, she likes hearing it anyway.

Finally she gets up, and helps him up by the hand. They brush themselves off and return to the picnic table. He's is not ready to go yet, he still needs to sit a while. Now, she gets to know him, after sexing; so typical of Shasheerians, especially Taqh folks.

"So, you were on a service call?"
"Yes" the man said, yawning, "what are you up to?"
"Oh, nothin'... 'cept lookin' for guys to sex! Heh!" she grinned and chuckled, then continued, "I'm waitin' for my stupid mower to charge. I done got the yard two-thirds done and the batteries just can't cut the mustard no more. So here I am, sweaty, with chaff and dust on my legs and stuff, waitin' for that thing to get charged. I don't wanna take a bath until I'm done. I let my grass grow too long again, and it just takes the wind outa that thing, I guess."

The man had recovered sufficiently to see a possible sale!...

"Have you ever considered a gas mower?" (Of course, in Shasheer, he's talking about hydrogen gas. Most mowers in Shasheer are electric.)

"A... gas mower? I didn't know there was such a thing..."
"Golf courses and big apartments use them, you know, those big riding mowers. But there are home sized mowers that use gas. They'll get that lawn done in one swoop, no problem. And if you do run down the gas pressure, their tanks recharge in minutes from the big tank, which would normally, probably, be kept in your utility room or shed."
"Huh, that sounds good. How do you know of this?" she asked.
"Well, my name's Hank Golden-Cloud and I sell hydrogen and hydrogen-accessories! So of course I know about that stuff 'cause I sell 'em, I tell you what!"
"Wow! Well then, would you, like, have one at your... place? How much do they cost?" she asked.
"I have two or three models each of three major types of gas mower: One, A piston engine type; they're loud and takes a yank on a cord to get them started. But they are powerful and will get the yard done, no problem. They stall sometimes if you hit a stick or particularly heavy clump of grass. They're good for big yards. I include an ear protector in the price. They cost less than electric for the same performance. Then for number two, I sell a turbine engine type. They are quieter, but still louder than electric. They make a weird high frequency whine. But again, they'll get a big yard done without having to recharge. And if you hit a branch or heavy clump of grass, though the blade may temporarily slow down or almost stop, the engine doesn't stall and the blade will recover it's spin quickly. Now they cost just about the same as an electric for the same performance..."

She interrupted Hank's "speech" to ask, "Now, when you say 'performance', you are talking about power, right? The ability to cut tough grass..."
"Right!" Hank replied, "And the performance is that of the electric when its 'battries' are new and freshly charged. That's when the ordinary mower, a 'battry'-electric, are their most powerful. Now all gas mowers start out with that performance, and keeps it, all during the mowing job, and will not need recharging, sometimes even for two whole jobs!"
"Wow, that would be nice," she commented, "No fading, and no running outa juice in the middle of the job. Of course, I suppose I could buy that optional extra-battery charger and batteries so I could just pull out the discharged batteries and drop in the charged batteries from the charger. But the charger and batteries cost a lot."
"Yes" Hank agreed, "and what do you charge them from?"
"It plugs in to the wall..." she replied.
"In other words, you use basically, city electricity?" Hank checked.
"Yes..."
"Does your home have its own energy collectors? Any solar panels, wind-generators?"
"The entire roof is solar panels..." she replied.
"Hmmm, I see..." Hank replied.

That fact might make one aspect of his sale a bit tougher. But, none the less...

Hank further inquired of her, "Does your own energy collectors make your home independent, or do you have to depend on city electricity sometimes?"
"Our collectors are pretty big", she replied, "In spring and fall, we have little or no electric bill. But when heating time comes, or cooling time, then we have to pick some power up from the city."
Hank replied, "So, it may indeed be helpful if you did not have that additional electrical load on your house. Well, with a gas mower, your gas supply is from a large tank I will leave with you. When its pressure meter says low, you call me, and I will bring a fully charged tank and hook it up. I charge you only for the tank exchange at a rate, that the bottom line will be a lot cheaper to run the gas mower than the electric one. Also, you have the option of bringing the tank to my store and recharging it yourself. I show you how to do the hookups and all, and how to recharge. Then, I charge only a quarter" (Shasheerian equivalent of) "for equipment use. I have my own huge wind-generator, so I produce my own hydrogen. Just think, a quarter for probably something like twenty mowings!"
"Man!" she commented, "that is good!"

Hank then presented his best solution...
"Now, let me tell you of the best type of all. Though it costs more than an equivalent electric, it will solve all your mowing related hassles once and for all. This is the top for mowers, I tell you what!"
"Well, go on!" she said, waxing interested...
Hank explained, "This gas mower is also, an electric mower, but without them dag-blamed 'battries'. This mower has a fuel cell that turns the hydrogen back into electricity for an electric motor! This mower is as easy to use and quiet like standard electrics, but because it uses hydrogen, it will mow your whole yard without stopping and no fading. It will have full power for the entire job. And, get this: The fuel-cell-electric motor approach uses much less hydrogen than either the piston or the turbine types. One charging of it's smaller tank will last three times longer! You could mow your yard three whole times before recharging. And your big tank, the one you would be recharging from, will last the whole season! So you would be calling me only once a year, around spring, to bring you a recharged tank. And that would be it until next spring!"
"That's what I want!" she responded enthusiastically, then asked, "How much more than a regular electric do they cost?"
"About twice, actually. I know, that's a bit hefty, but you will never have to replace 'battries' and they are well made. Over all, you will save more than the cost of that, well, could we say, 'phantom second mower' that you would pay for."
"Hmmm," she considered, "I'll have to talk with the Mistress, of my home. Could we come to your place and try them out?"
"I'll do better than that" Hank replied, "If you'll just stop mowing now, leave your third of yard and, for now go ahead home and take your bath, I'll come to your house tomorrow with all three mower types and we'll tackle that remaining third of lawn together. How's that?"
"Wow, that'll be interesting!" she replied with enthusiasm, "Then Mistress will see for herself."
"She'll be impressed, I tell you what! Now, you say your grass is kind of long?" Hank checked.
"Oh yes! Very! I forgot to..."
"That's even better! Then you and her will see how powerful they are, especially that fuel-cell one!" Hank got her information, "Now, what's your name, and where do you live?"
"Well, my name is Pam, and I live at"... and so on. They agreed on time (after 3:30 P.M.) and day (the next day actually).

Pam lived in a neighborhood of old but faithful houses, most two story, with large yards, something like half an acre or more in our terms. Pam's home had three-quarters an acre it turned out. It was not a rich neighborhood, but the size of house and yard made these houses not real cheap, either.

Pam lived with two slender, delicate Betaqh ladies and a Betaqh man. None of them were related and all were lovers. [In Shasheer, one just has to forget about relationships having two people; relationships in Shasheer can easily involve a number of people, mixed sexes and combinations of heterosexual, gay and lesbian relationships, or perhaps simply, "bi". Shasheerian language has no terms for any of those relationship-types. It just does not concern them.]
The three delicate slender Betaqh feel safe with a big muscular Taqh woman living with them. She has no job since the three Betaqh "brought her home". She repairs house-hold items such as plumbing, wiring, and structures. She cleans and makes beds. She does most cooking. She cleans and repairs their pedal-cars. She manages house power (the electricity, and thus, her interest in the power usage of the mowers). And of course, she maintains the lawn.

Both Betaqh women are Office Workers with one being somewhat of a Manager. The Betaqh man is a Graphics Artist.

When hank arrived in his pedal-car pulling a trailer with one mower, followed by his lady-friend in her pedal-car pulling a trailer with the two other mowers, Hank did see that the entire roof area of this house was covered with solar panels. In the back yard was a tower for something like a 1000-watt size of wind-generator, but no wind-generator was mounted on it for some reason.

Around nearly four-P.M. Hank and his lady-friend arrived to their house and clambered out of their pedal-cars. Hank, wearing only a light-blue fish-net bikini but otherwise, already described, had a muscular helper indeed. The big woman with short reddish-brown hair (a somewhat rare and prized color, by the way, blond is common!) had huge powerful legs and muscular butt that looked like she could pull a trailer four times that size with no problem.
She arrived totally naked. Her shoulders were square and well muscled with weight-lifter's arms. Her awesome breast size consisted of big pectoral muscles supporting firm, modest (for her size) breasts. And as always, she had a wash-board-abs tummy one could do their laundry on.

Pam, also totally nude, came out first, followed shyly by the three Betaqh, the two ladies and the man. As usual in Shasheer, the man is the most shy. He came out the door last and stayed behind the two Betaqh ladies, shyly looking on. By this time we all know how slender and delicate looking Betaqh are, with well developed slender legs and butt, and upper bodies that are lean and lacking in visible musculature. The Betaqh man, as usual for them, you guessed it, wore a snow-white fish-net bikini. One Betaqh woman wore only a tiny white g-string that shone from her dark crotch like a reflector. It was held up by strings, leaving her shapely brown butt bare. Her breast though small was firm. The other Betaqh lady wore the long dress, split to the waist. Her clothing was one piece, with no tummy showing. It was beige with white trim. Both ladies had their shiny black smooth hair cut short with bangs, and the guy; yep, salad-bowel haircut!

The three Betaqh admired both Hank and the big Taqh woman helper that came with him. They noted they were hot and perspiring. The Betaqh lady in the split dress stepped forward and offered in a sweet voice barely audible, "Hi! My name is Qhadess. Do you want a cool spray from the water hose?"

A typical nice way for a Shasheerian to greet another Shasheerian who has arrived on a warm day by pedal-car is a hose spraying, if available. In a world of naked or nearly naked people, dressed as if they all lived next to the pool or beach or something, a cool spraying from the hose is very nice indeed, and there are no clothes to worry about.

"Why, yes!" replied Hank, "That would be great! Roxane, how about you?"
"Yes, YES" his muscular lady partner agreed enthusiastically.

"Pam", ordered the split-skirt clad one, apparently named Qhadess, in a delicate sweet voice, "spray them down, please." She gestured daintily with small, delicate hands and fingers.
Big naked Pam immediately fetched the hose and gave Hank and Roxane a cooling spray.

Hank, with conservative stance and movements, enjoyed the spray.
His big muscular brunette aid lifted her arms over her head to allow the water to flow through her under-arms, and then flung her red-brown hair, displaying muscles large and hard as she relished the cooling spray. She stood spread legged with breasts out and enjoyed the spray in a totally unfettered manner. "Oh! That's nice! Thank you!" she breathed sensuously out, as her fingers help spread cool water over her bosom and around her erected, and getting more erected, nipples. The three Betaqh could not take their eyes off her.

Roxane, with her eyes closed, was in bliss and possibly waxing horny. Hank called her, "Uh, okay now, lets unload the mowers and show them what we got..."
"OHH! Okay, Hank!" Roxane sensuously sighed and came out of it. Pam turned off the hose.

All three samples of mowers Hank and Roxane brought were self-propelled models, that is, with traction to the rear wheels for elimination of the need to push the mower. One only needs to guide the mower. The self-propelled function could be disengaged if wanted. Almost never, do standard Shasheerian electric mowers have the self-propelled feature. Batteries are just too cantankerous to use any extra power except that for cutting grass.

[You all may be noting something here; All of a sudden, we find ourselves, on this far away planet, in a familiar world of undependable batteries. One may wonder, what about that wondrous battery used by houses in the country that seems to work so good? They store and release electrical energy at nearly 100 percent efficiency, last decades, have generous watt-hour (or ampere-hour) capacities and do not fade as discharged. Well, it seems that, whatever this battery is, it may be half fuel-cell with its own enclosed system of making and using fuel. The typical house battery is heavy, large, consists of two units connected by thick pipes, can not be tipped and might explode. They are always kept outside in a "battery house or shed". The energy supply sources, the solar panels, wind-generators and so on, are connected to one of the battery halves. The other battery part is connected to the house. In other words, solar-panel wiring and wind-generator wiring are separate and isolated from the house wiring. I'm seeing this stuff in altered state visions, man, I can't see details! I have no idea exactly how it works. It appears the house battery is a finicky, demanding device that requires a stationary, stable area in which to work. It is totally unsuitable for anything mobile.
Batteries for appliances, electronics and mowers seem to be of a type not unlike the ones we are familiar with. They seem to be a bit more efficient. I would estimate all "Shasheerian general purpose batteries" to be on the same par as the recently introduced "nickle-metal-hydride" rechargeable batteries we have seen now on Earth, or maybe slightly better. But for things like electric mowers, they are not the best power source in the Universe. Seems like, however, Shasheer's fuel-cell technology has developed into consumer usable practicality.]

Hank had carried the piston engine mower, the lightest model. Powerful Roxane had hauled in her trailer, the heavier ones; the turbine mower and the fuel-cell mower. The fuel-cell model is heaviest. All the fuel-cell models come with the self-propelled feature, standard.

Hank and Roxane rolled them out for Pam and company to see.
Hank began his descriptions: "They are all six horse power" (their language uses something else but, for here, we interpret as six horse power) "Now here is the cheapest one. Pam, come over here..."

Well, we all know what the piston-engine mower is like, like ones we on Earth use except the Shasheerian ones are fueled by hydrogen coming from a tank with hydrogen under pressure. Pam noted what was to her, the curious, unfamiliar characteristic of having to pull on a starting cord to get it going. They also quite noticed the noise!

When the mower started, in one pull by the way, its roar startled Pam and the three Betaqh folks. Pam leapt back, frightened, while the dainty Betaqh ladies and man stepped several paces back and put their hands over their ears. Their slender arms up to their heads like that, with little visible muscle but beautiful brown skin along with their cute wincing faces, made Roxane smile. She had been looking them over anyway.

"Wear this ear protection!" Hank yelled over the noise. Pam put the ear muffs over her ears and cautiously approached the roaring beast. She tried it on the tough, high grass that had not been mowed yet. It did the job, but, sure enough, Pam carelessly plowed it through a two-foot clump of grass that her electric (with a freshly charged battery) could have taken down with only moderate effort, and stalled the engine. This required Pam to back it up, and pull the starter cord again.
"But it will maintain power, and not fade, and the fuel will last for the whole job!" Hank yelled over the noise.

Pam shut the mower off as instructed by Hank. The Betaqh dainties removed their hands from their ears. Pam took off the ear muffs. "These would get hot when working." She commented.

It looked like no sale for the piston engine mower. Hank expected this. He does not sell many of them except to people short on incomes looking for something cheap to buy and fuel.

Well, to the turbine. Now we enter unfamiliar territory. A turbine mower?
In Shasheer, the most common internal combustion engine in regular use is indeed, the hydrogen burning turbine, huge ones, used in electric power plants. Another use for the turbine is in trains. Modeled after those kinds of turbine-powered generators, the turbine mower was conceived. Its small turbine engine turns the mower blade in the same way the turbines turn generators. It's an interesting mower at least, looks very "jet-age". It has a roughly cylindrical affair, somewhat jet-engine-looking unit on the mower body with two hydrogen tanks on either side.

This mower had to be started with a cord too. This cord had a strange feel to it when Pam pulled at it. The piston mower's cord just felt hard and resistive. The turbine engine's cord felt more like a high inertial load but with little resistance. Pam could hear gears whining up in pitch as she pulled. With the turbine spinning, Pam immediately pressed the "starting sparker" button, then turned a valve admitting hydrogen to the turbine, as instructed by Hank. The starting sparker is a little spark-plug used only for "flaming on" the turbine. Once flamed, it keeps up itself. The spark-plug is powered by a small battery that lasts years. The pitch, which had been dropping in frequency, was then joined by a hissing, roaring sound. The pitch of the whine immediately began rising. Jet Pilots are familiar with the term, "spooling up", where the engine slowly gets going. Well, that's just what the turbine mower engine sounded like. The piston mower's roar started up suddenly, startling Pam and company. The noise of the turbine increased gradually allowing them time to adjust. But over all, though certainly not quiet, it was not as loud and Pam did not need the ear-muffs.

When up to speed, Hank instructed Pam to try it out mowing. The turbine mower chewed up the grass pretty good! Hank told Pam to run the mower into a tough looking clump of grass on purpose. She did so. The pitch of the whine went lower, the roar became louder and indeed, it seemed the blade had almost stopped. Pam disengaged the self-propelling feature and allowed the blade to get going. It only took a couple seconds. The roar, which had become deafening, quieted back down while the pitch of the whine went back up. Generally, while mowing the nominally tall grass of her long unmowed lawn that day, the pitch of the whine was lowered a bit with quite a bit more roaring sound. Pam did have to wear the ear-muffs.
After shutting the mower off, Hank advised, "If you don't let your yard turn into a jungle, the engine won't be so loud."
The Betaqh lady, Qhadess, laughed, "I've been telling her for nearly two weeks now, to mow it before it gets so tough!"

The turbine mower was cool. But Pam was eager to see how much like her familiar electric mower this hydrogen fuel-cell mower would be, and how well it would perform.

Besides, the fuel-cell mower was handsome indeed. It was well styled for aesthetics, with pastel-blues and whites with artistic touches of dark-grass-green and bright red. It had comfort-grip handles and a white-light-LED "head-light" for mowing at night.

Hank showed Pam how to operate the fuel-cell mower. It was as easy as the electric. Open one valve admitting hydrogen to the fuel-cell. Place key in place (a safety feature to keep unqualified persons from "playing" with the mower), and pull interlocking handle-switch (another safety feature) to the handle and the electric motor jumps to life with a pleasant whir. The only extra step than the standard electric mower was opening that hydrogen valve.

Hank instructed Pam to mow, and on purpose, with the self-propelled feature engaged, into a two-and-a-half-foot tall area of very tough grass and weeds. When the mower hit the tough area, the motor's frequency of pitch went down a bit and Pam could literally feel the power at the handle. The mower flattened that area of tough grass like nothing and kept rolling under its self-propelled power. It was better, actually, than Pam's standard electric mower (well, this one had a higher horse-power rating anyway) and seemed to be absolutely stall proof. It ground up pine cones, chewed up branches and flattened ant-hills (something one ordinarily should not do) with equal ease.
"And the best thing about it", Hank reminded, "NO power-fade like you get with 'battries' and it will do the whole yard with one fueling!"

Just like the electric mower, when not mowing and upon releasing the handle, the electric motor stops and it is completely quiet. There is no idling noise as with the other two.
Pam leaned over to shut off the hydrogen from the fuel-cell as Hank suggested and then noticed, there was water dribbling, quite profusely, from the back of the mower. Pam asked, "Why is there water here?"
"Ah yes!" Hank replied, "The other two mowers burn hydrogen and emit the exhaust, steam, through their mufflers. But the 'exhaust', if you want to call it that, of a fuel-cell is cool, to warm, water. When you mow tough grass like you were doing, you will get a lot of water and it might be very warm, almost hot, indeed. You see, the electric motor draws a lot of power from the fuel-cell, causing the fuel-cell to convert a lot of hydrogen to electricity. So, you get a lot of the by product of hydrogen use, water, coming out. In this case it is water, rather than steam."
"I see..." muttered a convinced, and "sold" Pam.

Pam and all three Betaqh dainties were impressed. This was the only mower they did not recoil from and cover their ears. And of course the performance of the hydrogen fuel-cell mower was obvious.
Pam approached Qhadess and begged, "Can we get the fuel-cell one? It'll save electricity costs! And its so nice to use! Please? Please?"

Qhadess, who seemed to be the Mistress of this household and looked it, despite her delicate, fine build, smiled sweetly at Pam. She gave Pam a wry look, smiled and said, "Big Missy, if you wouldn't let the yard get so tall, our present mower could do it with one charge. But okay, sweetie, I'll get you your new work-pretty. Okay?"

Big rugged Pam leaned down to Qhadess who craned her delicate neck up. Their lips touched in a tender kiss. Pam's eyes closed and she seemed temporarily disabled by sweet bliss. Leaving Pam in her daze, Qhadess approached Hank, with her slim hips swaying, and with a smile said, "Okay big boy, looks like you sold her! Let me have the price, and we'll complete this purchase!"

Big muscular Roxane loaded the piston engine mower and turbine mower into her pedal-car trailer. Hank would pedal back to the store with an empty trailer.

Hank followed Qhadess into the house. He plugged some kind of electronic gizmo into a telephone jack in the house and ran Qhadess's credisk. The device apparently electronically communicated the transaction with the appropriate banks from right there in her house. After all was done, he left a catalogue of other hydrogen accessories for them to browse.

Next day, Roxane showed up pulling a trailer with a huge heavy tank of hydrogen. Hank followed in his pedal-car pulling a much smaller trailer of tools. With Roxane doing the lifting and other "muscle-work", Hank installed the mounts for the tank and the various hook-up systems and devices for fueling the mower. The tank remained his and would be exchanged, probably only once a year, with a fully charged one, also of his possession. He gave them their first season's hydrogen fuel free.

Then, surprise, as Hank and Roxane were completing their work, a Betaqh lady dressed only in a red g-string (the day before, she was the one wearing a bright white g-string) came running up to Hank, saying in a sweet, shy voice, "Qhadess told me to order this gas range and pay you for it..." In her hand was the catalogue with the desired range circled.

Well, in a couple days Hank and Roxane (guess which one pulled the trailer with the range in it) showed up to install the gas range. They hooked it up to the same tank, in the utility room, originally intended for refueling the mower. Hank noted the yard had been completed. Hank advised that with the gas range drawing hydrogen from it, the tank would have to be exchanged a lot more often, as cooking is a high energy operation. Once every two months probably, the tank would be exchanged, but it would save considerable electricity and the gas was really cheap. It turns out the Betaqh lady that wears the g-string is a amateur "gourmet Chef" and really desired the instant heat and precise control of a gas range. Pam, who did most regular cooking, loved it too.

And, there you go. Just a couple of cases of some interest from the hydrogen technology of Shasheer.
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