Cyber Bike Leo. Adventures of an unusual 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 - The words of Baron Munchhausen from Mark Zakharov’s film “That Munchhausen”, staged after the play by Gregory Gorin “The Most True”.]

– 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.