Cyber Bike Leo. Adventures of an unusual motorcycle

Translator Google, Promt

Illustrator Farit Artist

Cover designer Farit Artist

© Farit Artist, 2021

© Google, Promt, translation, 2021

© Farit Artist, illustrations, 2021

© Farit Artist, cover design, 2021

ISBN 978-5-0050-1213-5

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

FRED

Epigraph – Booktrailer

Animated cartoon film

https://youtu.be/rD2hKbC_24s

Artist Farit

Workshop on the first floor of the house. On the walls hang reproductions of paintings, drawings and drawings by Leonardo da Vinci.

There is a partially disassembled motorcycle near the wall. On the table is a shock absorber from the motorcycle. From the top of the shock absorber go two wires with terminals. A guy is sitting at the table, his name is Fred.

– Everyone is messing with your motorcycle. – Taking in his hands and looking at the shock absorber, asks his mom. – What about wires?

– I make an electromagnetic suspension. The magnetic cushion trains ride. What makes my bike worse? They have a magnetic cushion between the train and the road. I have a magnetic pad instead of a spring, between the upper and lower parts of the shock absorber. That is, between the wheel and the motorcycle.

– Than you are not satisfied with the usual suspension? – Mom puts a shock absorber on the table. – Everyone else is driving, and fine.

– Mechanical setting. On the go it is impossible to regulate.

– Why on the go? – Mother does not let up.

– When a passenger lands a motorcycle crouches. Reduced suspension travel. And what if you have to drive off the track on the roads. You will need to stop, take the keys and twist. And on my bike, the shock absorber stiffness will change by turning the knob. And the suspension travel will be much more. Watch it.

Fred shows the instrument on the table. On the table, one on top of the other, are two electromagnetic coils. The coils are put on a long rod with a stop in the upper part. The upper coil has the ability to move freely along the rod, up to the stop. Fred turns on the device.

– When adjacent poles of coils are opposite, coils are attracted to each other. Try to lift the top coil.

Mom comes to the device, and tries to tear the top coil from the bottom coil. She does not work.

– When the poles are the same, the coils repel each other. – Fred switches the polarity of the top coil. It slides upward along the rod, and hangs at a small height. – Try, push on the top coil.

Mom first lightly, and then with a force of pressure on the upper coil. A coil with more resistance goes down. She lets go of the coil. The coil quickly moves up, and a little walk up and down, stops.

– Push again. And try to keep her down.

She again presses on the upper coil, and lowers it down. At this time, the Fred regulator increases the voltage, and the upper coil, despite the resistance, rises up the bar.

– Take your hand off. – Says Fred, and reduces stress. She removes her hand from the reel. The upper coil hangs in the middle of the rod.

– Now get away.

Fred walks over to the dumbbells, and takes one small dumbbell disc. He returns to the table and puts the disk on the top spool. The coil under the weight of the disc drops slightly and hangs slightly lower than before. Fred slowly rotates the regulator, reducing the voltage. The upper disc coil slowly descends. Fred turns the regulator very quickly in the opposite direction.

The top coil with acceleration flies up the rod. Coil, flying up to the stop, stops abruptly. By inertia, the disk flies up and, hitting the ceiling, falls to the floor.

Mother instinctively bounces off the table. Plaster falls from the ceiling. Fred, as if nothing had happened, continues to explain.

– Perhaps the bike will be able to jump. Not so high of course.

Fred picks up the disc and puts it in place.

– Jump then why? – Mom asks stunned, looking at the place on the ceiling where the disk hit.

– This is a side effect. Although it may be useful.

Mother walks to the table and looks at the metal disk.

– What is it?

– Gyro.

– What for?

– In order that the motorcycle could better keep balance. In any extreme case. The gyroscope works like this, look.

Fred picks up the bike wheel. He keeps the wheel between himself and his mother.

– You hold that end of the axis. Put the axis on your index finger and hold it big. This end of the axis I hold. Now raise or lower, each end of its axis.

Raising and lowering the ends of the axle, they tilt the wheel, then one way, then the other.

– The wheel bends down. But! It is worth the wheel unleash.

With his free hand, Fred spins the wheel hard.

– Take your thumb.

Mom gently removes the thumb. The axis remains to lie on his index finger. Fred raises his side of the axis. The end of the axis, lying on the mother’s index finger, rises up. The wheel rises, maintaining the horizontal position of the axis and the vertical position of the wheel itself.

– Nobody holds the other side of the axis, and does not lift it. She rises herself.

Mom is at a loss. She runs her hand over her side of the axle, and over the wheel itself, thinking that this is the focus, and there is a thread that supports this side of the axle. But he cannot find any invisible thread. Fred lowers the wheel to the previous level.

– Hold the axis. – He offers again.

Mom takes on her side of the axis. Fred once again spins the wheel. He removes his fingers from his end of the axis. The wheel is held on one mother’s index finger. Wheel retains upright position. Fred shows his hands.

– See. The wheel does not bend. The wheel steadily holds the given position. The same will be with a motorcycle. With a working gyroscope it will be impossible to drop it.

Mother raises and lowers the rotating wheel with one finger. Fred goes on to explain.

– The wheel will not only hold a vertical position, but also steadily hold at any angle to the horizon.

– Doing any nonsense.

Mother leaves and enters the computer system unit into the room. – This is a computer based on a neural network. We were given out for training. Need to talk to him. Giving him a job. And do not forget about the lessons.

GANG. BASE

A large concrete platform surrounded by the remains of a concrete fence, bushes, trees, and piles of industrial waste. At the site are dilapidated hangars or garages.

Everything is overgrown with shrubs and trees. Trees and bushes grow even on the roof. On the ground, here and there are small mountains of old tires. There are dark spots visible on the concrete all over the site, apparently from engine oil. Probably here once upon a time, there was a yard of a transport company. Behind the skeleton of the rusty gate and behind the trees growing outside the gate, there are frequent and diverse sounds of passing cars. There is a busy motorway.

A group of motorcyclists are having fun at the site. One train in riding on one rear wheel, makes “willy”. Another motorcyclist burns rubber (he steals and slips his rear wheel while holding the front wheel brake). Smoke comes from the rear wheel. Black traces remain on the concrete. Smoke with the smell of burning rubber spreads throughout the base.

Another motorcyclist engages in slalom. He quickly goes around the old tires laid out at some distance from each other.

The rider who trained to ride on the same rear wheel starts making stops. Another one drives up to him (the one who “burned” the tires), and they are competing who will pass more on one front wheel.

At the improvised “table” consisting of a stack of old cracked concrete slabs, there is a guy, this is Gray. His name is Sergey, but almost no one calls him by name. He is in a leather jacket and leather trousers. In the eyes of fashionable, dark glasses. His open helmet lies on a concrete slab. With fingers of his left hand, he sifts through thief beads. Gray has long dreamed of becoming a cool mafia. But so far, he could only become a mediator in the resale of stolen goods.

From behind the trees and bushes, from the side of the road, through the rusty skeleton of the gate, a motorcyclist enters the site, breaking the glass of the car. This is a Mountain. His name is Igor. He is the biggest in this company. Apparently its size, in combination with the name and served as the origin of the nickname. Mountain is not the biggest, but not the smallest motorcycle. Nevertheless, he looks almost like a moped on his motorcycle. The mountain stops the motorcycle near the “table” and, putting it on a stand, goes to the plates. The rest stop their classes, and also begin to move closer to the “table”.

Looking around all those gathered, Gray refers to the Mountain.

– Well, how much did you get today?

Mountain takes out the loot, and puts it on the “table”. Speaks in a bass and very loud.

– Yes, so small change in the main.

Through the skeleton of the gate, another motorcyclist enters the site, this is Dan. When Dan is not on a motorcycle, he almost always imitates a shadow fight. He makes demonstrative “blows” with his foot, arm, head, chest and other vital organs of an imaginary opponent. He constantly punches his right hand in the palm of his left, and vice versa. Sometimes he stuffs the edge of his hand on the railing, or knuckles on the wall. Dan considers himself an expert on karate and other martial arts. He begins to take booty out of his pockets – watches, jewelry, expensive-looking glasses, a cell phone.

– I have nothing standing either.

Gray appreciates Dan’s booty.

Not far from the table is Tikhon. He is wearing baggy clothes. Tikhon thinks that it is better to hide the light fullness. He has the oldest single-cylinder motorcycle, the smallest working volume, the smallest power and with drum brakes.

Dimon comes up to the table. He constantly chews the cud. He looks in the mirror with great regularity and brushes his hair. Dimon pulls out a comb, and plays it like a knife, rotating between his fingers. He wears an expensive brand motorcycle jacket and the same pants. On foot moto boots. He constantly rubs his shoes, and his jacket from dust. Also constantly rubs its most expensive, new and powerful, in this company, motorcycle. He turns to Tikhon.

– What about you? Hoping to find money just lying on the road?

Dan sneers at looking at Tikhon. – Yes, he is honest! He honestly wants to earn a new motorcycle.

A third motorcyclist pulls up, it’s Leshy (goblin). Real name Lesch. He is the skinny of all. He is wearing a denim suit. Walking to the table, he takes off his helmet. He walks to the table, spreads the loot.

LEO

On the table are two computer system units. Fred presses the button on the right of the computer based on the neural network, begins to buzz. Turns on the monitor. At the top of the view from the video camera, below the display of workflows – graphics, formulas.

– Hi, I’m Fred.

– Hi, I’m Fred.

– No, it’s me Fred, you will be called Leo, like Leonardo Da Vinci.

A computer camera scans the workshop and Fred’s face. On the monitor, you can see the process of scanning the workshop and Fred’s physiognomy, just below you can see the question text and answer options. Computer iterates over the answers. Leo is a computer, a neural network with artificial intelligence.

– Hi, I’m Leo. – There is a voice coming from the speakers of the computer.

– Happened!!! – Fred rubs his palms. – What else to ask?

On the monitor, Leo highlighted the second question and options for possible answers. Leo selects the appropriate answer.

– Ask something.

– I’m in the park to draw. And you study the encyclopedia. Until.

GANG. BASE

Gray gestures calls for everyone to come closer to the “table”. After waiting for all to gather, he starts a conversation.

– You are not tired of doing small things? I found one serious thing. There will be more money. A lot more!

Rough, an athletic guy, enters the conversation. His name is Raphael, but his name has long been abbreviated to Raph. His lips are constantly tight. He is dressed in a tracksuit, shod with sneakers. Rough is the most athletic of all, he has the biggest muscles. He very often strains his muscles. Sometimes imperceptible to others, sometimes noticeable. After each ride on a motorcycle, he always stretches his back, turning the torso left to right.

– What the matter? – Completely without emotion asks Raph, looking at Gray.

– We receive, package, deliver and sell goods.

– What kind of product? – Dimon is interested.

– What? what? Drugs!

– I do not like it. – Hardly heard says Tikhon Leshem.

Gray heard and fends.

– Good money just like that, no one anywhere gives.

In the conversation enters Leshy. Leshy constantly whistles or moos, some popular, melody. He often imitates someone’s voice.

– Do not drift. Caught, you say – I knew nothing.

Leshy imitates children’s voice. Depicts a guilty child. She says lisping.

– Uncle swung to take. Only mummy not speak, I beg.

Everybody laughs. Gray speaks without waiting for the end of laughter.

– Addicts will get the powder anyway. Not so we others will provide them. The money will be received by the one who is more courageous. Do you want to continue riding old motorbikes and be based in these ruins?

– I’m not against. – Dan agrees. – I need money. Tired of hunching for a penny.

– Earn on someone else’s problems? – Asks him Tikhon.

– My problems, for some reason, no one is interested. – Mount enters. – Why should I be interested in their problems? I, too, for. I, too, money does not interfere.

– Right. – Cheers Gray.

– For this they can plant. – Not appeasing Tikhon.

– For sure. – Dan is interfering. – Well, who will catch us? If you are afraid. Nobody holds you.

– Why should we land? – Continues to bend its line Gray. We’ll just deliver to people what they want.

Dan is spinning a key chain with keys on a string. Gray sees it and continues.

– Nobody judges sellers of ropes selling ropes to those who want to hang themselves. Right?

Dimon plays a comb like a knife, rotating the comb between his fingers. Gray shows on comb.

– And sellers of knives, do not judge for domestic murder. We just deliver the goods to the customer. We do not force him to use this powder. This is their choice. And here we are?

AT PARK

City, two-way street. On the one side of this street is a sidewalk, directly adjacent to the roadway. The pavement is separated from the roadway by a fence.

On the other side of the road is the entrance to the city park. On the landing there are gates behind which begins an alley that goes into the depths of the park. The site is fenced from lawns with a small fence. In this fence there is one opening, where the pavement adjoins the site.

On the very edge of this sidewalk, stands Fred’s motorcycle. On a motorcycle hang portraits and cartoons of famous people. Next to the motorcycle, in a folding chair, sits Fred. He is holding a tablet with paper. He paints a portrait of a girl sitting in another folding chair.

The girl is not sitting smiling. Fred turns to her.

– Smile, a serious face is not yet a sign of intelligence, all nonsense in this world is done with a serious facial expression.¹

– Lucky you, you know how to draw. You are talented. – Sighs a girl.

– If you repeat, a hundred times a day, – What I am not talented, how unhappy I am. Then you will become unhappy and untalented. This is called self-hypnosis.

In the conversation enters a man watching painting.

– Even if I’ve been repeating for a year, how capable and talented I am. I still can not draw anything.

– It is necessary not only to repeat. – Fred answers. – Need to draw. Draw a lot.

– How to draw, if you can not. – Man states profoundly.

– Do you drive?

– Well.

– You studied. And not born with this skill.

– Found, too, with what to compare. – Looking on the sides, and looking for support from the others, the man grins.

– Everyone can learn if they want. – Fred continues. – At first, the people you draw will be a little like people. Then it looks like people, but not those you draw. And over time, the drawings will turn out more and more similar to those whom you draw. The main thing is the desire and exercise. A lot of exercise.

Fred notices on the far side of the site, a billboard with an advertisement for an X-firm LCD monitor, flexible as a fabric.

– See, already LCD monitors similar to the fabric produced. – He thinks out loud.

A man and some passers-by turn and look towards a billboard.

At the base of the billboard, the Leshy (Goblin) sitting on a motorcycle, talking to a nondescript pedestrian guy. Looking around, they exchange something, trying to do it imperceptibly.

Suddenly from two sides, the sounds of police sirens begin to come closer. Police cars are approaching, two cars on each side of the street. Police overlap both exits from the site.

The guy standing next to the motorcyclist, begins somehow awkwardly twitching in different directions. Then, looking around, he quickly runs to the fence of the park, jumps over it, and, wagging between the trees and bushes, is lost sight of.

Motorcyclist takes off and drives towards the entrance to the central avenue of the park. Seeing that he cannot enter the park through the turnstiles, the motorcyclist does not stop, but only slows down a little, turns towards the exit from the site. Passing a little towards the police cars, and seeing that the police blocked the road tightly, he turned on the gas and turned around, leaving a black tire mark, blue smoke and the smell of burning rubber on the road. Turning around, he goes the other way, but there, too, the road is completely blocked by police cars. The policemen blocked all possible ways of driving along the road. Behind these police cars is a minibus of the TV channel “CBC”. Motorcyclist slows down and inspects the site. He notices the sidewalk adjoining the site, on which stands a crowd of passersby. He turns around, drives into the landing, and, giving a beep and a strong gas, goes straight to the crowded, on the sidewalk of passersby.

Motorcyclist approaching the crowd at high speed. Passers-by in a panic pushing each other. A man who has lost his balance pushes a girl sitting on a chair. The girl falls on the grass. Someone, in the confusion, moving backwards, stumbles on the curb and falls to the ground. Someone knocks from the hands of Fred a tablet with an unfinished portrait.

By the time the motorcyclist approached the place of drawing, the road for him (the pavement) was almost clear.

The motorcyclist, having slowed down a little, drives along the freed sidewalk. Fred sees everything happening in a very slow pace. This effect happens in the movies, when the action is shown very slowly.

Someone from the passers-by, trying to dodge the bully, is repelled by Fred’s motorcycle. From this push, Fred’s motorcycle begins to fall in front of the bully’s motorcycle. The bully is trying to dodge the motorcycle falling in his way. He pushes off the front wheel of Fred’s motorcycle. Kicking turns only one wheel. Motorcycle continues to fall. Fred’s motorcycle steering wheel is scratching the bully’s motorcycle muffler. The rope tied to the steering wheel, on which portraits and cartoons were hung, is hooked on the hooligan’s motorcycle. The rope stretches behind the hooligan’s motorcycle. The rope, breaking the pictures attached to it, breaks itself.

Motorcyclist turns from the sidewalk to the lawn. He drives through the lawn, drives down the curb on the road, far behind the police cars. On the road, the bully dramatically adds gas. From this, his bike starts to ride on the same rear wheel.

Time for Fred starts to flow at a normal pace. He looks at the torn drawings. Smiles after a bully. He quickly gets to his feet, picks up his motorcycle, jumps on it, and presses the start button. Motorcycle does not respond. Fred tries to push buttons to turn the throttle. He looks at the control knobs, sees the wires torn off.

Fred leaves the motorcycle, puts it on the stand, and begins to collect scattered pencils, sheets of paper. Raises the tablet with a torn portrait.

Police cars, standing closer to the billboard, drove up to those that stood next to the sidewalk. By this time, the car in the oncoming lane had pulled back and returned to its lane, passing colleagues. Police cars, standing at the shield, passing. Behind them passes a minibus channel “CBC”.

Police cars standing at the end of the site where Fred painted were beautifully, almost simultaneously, turning around. Turning around, they leave for their colleagues.

On the road, along the park, riding a car. The car is driven by a middle-aged man. Before him, not far ahead, wagon moves. In the oncoming lane approaching micro-truck.

At that moment, when the truck and the wagon just passed each other, through the gap between them, into the driver’s lane, a motorcycle flies at a breakneck speed.

Motorcycle does not even try to slow down. At this point, the bike seemed huge to the driver. Perhaps it was a big motorcycle. But most likely it was the effect of narrowing the field of view at the time of danger. Simply put – fear has big eyes.

Once in the oncoming lane, the rider turns sharply toward his lane. He gives in to gas, the front wheel of his motorcycle rises above the road.

In this position, he, without touching the micro-truck and the driver’s car, passes between them. Passes very accurate, not even touching the mirror.

And only at this moment, the driver, having come to his senses, presses on the brake and convulsively turns the steering wheel to the right, turning to the side of the road. There is a squeal of brakes from behind.

– These motorcyclists can’t ride normally. – The driver is outraged. – Can’t just ride. Be sure to create a dangerous situation.

The driver turns on the gear and gently starts. He does not have time to drive a few meters, as he hears the sounds of police sirens. He is met by two police cars with flashing lights on. The driver once again pressed against the curb and slows down. Having missed the cops, he again cautiously moves off. But then there are two more police cars. The driver again taxis to the curb and puts on the brake.

– Because of these motorcyclists, there is no way to drive. All motorcyclists are the same. Does a normal person get on a motorcycle? Whoever came up with this damn motorcycle. So that he failed!

Past the driver’s car passing police cars. The driver looks forward, backward. Making sure that there is no danger, he starts moving very quietly.