That might be the weirdest dream I have ever had and it will make sense in the end. I wasn’t myself. In my dream a secretary was looking at me (resembling Sarah Rafferty an awful lot) and looking whether I had lost it, and by the impression of it, I seemingly had. It is about a motorcycle (plus extras). The bike is outside of my affordability range. It is the ultimate jolty for nerds, who do not appreciate comfort with a healthy mix of NSA toys and a fetish for the alien movies. The price can easily afford you 3 DB12 Aston Martins completely individually customized with all the trimmings it can deliver. This is nothing short of a bike at the cost of an entire host of cars. There were three parts. The bike, the backpack and the drives. The backpack is the ‘operating’ system of the bike. Consider a flat moving box, you know the prefab setting. You fold the box into shape and push in the sides and you have a box. This is a lot more eloquent. This is a backpack, you shape the outside and move the top and bottom and you have a backpack. It is all connected looking weird. But the top inside of the box is the mattering set, set to your back, that side is a mesh of all kinds of connections to you and the bike and at the bottom there is like an old-fashioned drive, almost like a VHS looking like a commodore drive, with logo and all, but I had never seen that logo before. The drive will contain two of three tapes, the original drives will be copied to you, they will never be originally inserted, so you have a ‘home drive’ that copies the two versions of the ‘tapes’ you need. It is not that simple it is like a DAT tape the size of a VHS. The second tape is to record everything you see and I do mean everything. The bike is the big deal (as it usually is). It is unremarkable ugly. The parts are like square shaped mirrors, in some kind lexan kind of plexiglass. A weird kind of polycarbonate, extremely heat resistant. And when you sit on the bike, the seat is extremely comfortable, it just doesn’t look like anything you want to be seen in driving. The only not transparent setting is the fuel tank and the tires, but the fuel tank has the same lexan duffel bag style fabric made from connected scale plates (best way to describe it) and you really look like an overpriced dork on that thing. But then you switch on the bike and thing change. The transparency parts become less transparent and the bike transforms its look into an Alien (the Ridley Scott kind) and the bike becomes a hungry super bike, as you sit down the backpack connects to the seat with a magnetic seal and the flat-wire instructs the bike what it needs and all the recording devices are connected.
The drive was super smooth almost no sound at all and the helmet you put on (made from the same polycarbonate will shout alien on the outside and the inside you see a whole range of monitors the edge of the visor. It is recording everything, you, the bike and the environment.
I went on the smoothest ride I have ever experienced (and I sat in a Lotus in the late 70’s as a passenger) it was nothing I could describe. As the tarmac ran under me at 250 km per hour, no bumps were registered. And from what I could see I was sitting on an alien racing towards nowhere I have ever been. As the drive ended, I stopped in front of Sarah Rafferty (I have no idea what she was doing here) and she proclaimed that it was the craziest thing she had ever seen. I couldn’t disagree. This was not some Google car recording the way they went. It was an NSA version recording everything and everyone. Then I suddenly realised that anyone seeing the alien were wondering what they saw. As I see it, their mental blocks never went up, as the brain tries to record what it sees and it does so faster with absent mental blocks. I think that this contraption records everyone and what they were thinking and that would require an amazing lot of data. And when people do that in the evening less mental blocks are up as to get as much dates they can in their environment. I might have seen a hardware setting from things to come, but it was the weirdest dream I have had in over half a century, no doubt about that.
Putting it here making me write out what I saw (in part) gets me to relive it and even now some parts are fleeting away. It seems that more parts are required, but I have no idea if they are still to come. The entire Xeno bike is still a vague blur to me, and as I try to make sense of it, the bike is presenting itself, the driver is a mere spectator on that bike. A new concept in biking as I see it. So as my mind figures it out, it is about the spectators around the bike. There was something else. The speed indicator changes color as I was riding. The closer to green, the more it was recording, or better stating, the closer to green and the less information was lost in the recording (I think) and these huge DAT tapes could only record 2 hours and it does hold a lot more than audio data and visual data. The one look I saw was that it had three recording heads, which I have never seen before on any recording device.
I need coffee and egg and sausage at this time and it is still only just before 04:00 in the morning. 4 hours until breakfast. How on earth will I manage that.
Lawrence van Rijn - Law Lord to be 