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
