A long long time ago there was a rather
clever chap called Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci, and when I say clever he was
seriously clever with the added bonus of various other skills too; who drew a
helicopter. Now when I say a helicopter it was quite frankly a rubbish
helicopter but the fact was he sort of knew that somehow and someday folk would
finally crack the idea of flight and be able to make a machine that actually
achieved what he had in his mind. At the time folk just nodded and smiled and
agreed, but thought the idea was crackpot, but he had friends in high places
and did some great drawing and painting so no one said it was a mad idea.
Anyway besides all this he was a bit of a one for undoing bodies on the quiet,
and no one is going to argue with someone who dismantles the bodies of ordinary
folk going about their daily business.
Anyway I thought if I was
to draw a flying machine in the style of Mr Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci then
maybe in about five hundred years time folk will say, that Rob Z Tobor was not
as mad as everyone thought he was (although he was rubbish at typing and
spelling). OK I know what you are thinking . . . . . Yes the flying machine has
sort of been invented and well and truly used for all sorts of stuff, very true
but no one has made a mechanical flying Albatross yet that can circumnavigate
the world and arrive back home as fresh as a daisy (to use yet another silly
saying). OK Yes I can now hear you asking why, well for one thing it is the
ultimate spy machine, who would suspect an Albatross sat on the window sill of
a high powered meeting, sort of listening and recording everything while it nibbles
a bit of fish. And like the laser which when invented had no practical use but
has thousands now, the manmade Albatross will become as common a sight in the
homes of the masses as the real Albatross is today . . . . . . . . . . AH DAMN.
OK so the point is I have
drawn the mechanical Albatross to ensure that at some point in the future folk
will look at it and say . . . . . . Well he was NOT mad. . . . .
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