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After years on Bitchute I became sort of tired of Bitchutes limitations.

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCmkD-W_mlwq3P_IL_wi_cpQ is my channel on Youtube.

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Sure enough, the bike comes off the truck, just as the guy described it, right down to
color scheme (black) and vehicle ID number. It's a beautiful bike. It draws a crowd just
sitting on the parking lot—the other salesmen actually put down their coffee cups and
take their feet off their desks to go outside and look at it. It looks like a black land
torpedo. Two-wheel drive, natch. The wheels are so advanced they're not even wheels—
they look like giant, heavy-duty versions of the smartwheels that high-speed skateboards
use, independently telescoping spokes with fat traction pads on the ends. Dangling out
over the front, in the nose cone of the motorcycle, is the sensor package that monitors
road conditions, decides where to place each spoke as it rolls forward, how much to
extend it, and how to rotate the footpad for maximum traction. It's all controlled by a
bios—a Built-In Operating System—an onboard computer with a flat-panel screen built
into the top of the fuel tank.

They say that this baby will do a hundred and twenty miles per hour on rubble. The
bios patches itself into the CIC weather net so that it knows when it's about to run into
precip. The aerodynamic cowling is totally flexible, calculates its own most efficient
shape for the current speed and wind conditions, changes its curves accordingly, wraps
around you like a nymphomaniacal gymnast.

Scott figures this guy is going to waltz off with this thing for dealer invoice, being a
friend and confidant of Mr. Norman. And it's not an easy thing for any red-blooded
salesman to write out a contract to sell a sexy beast like this one at dealer invoice. He
hesitates for a minute. Wonders what's going to happen to him if this is all some kind of
mistake.

The guy's watching him intently, seems to sense his nervousness, almost as if he can
hear Scott's heart beating. So at the last minute he eases up, gets magnanimous—Scott
loves these big-spender types—decides to throw in a few hundred Kongbucks over
invoice, just so Scott can pull in a meager commission on the deal. A tip, basically.
Then—icing on the cake—the guy goes nuts in the Cycle Shop. Totally berserk. Buys a
complete outfit. Everything. Top of the line. A full black coverall that swaddles
everything from toes to neck in breathable, bulletproof fabric, with armorgel pads in all
the right places and airbags around the neck. Even safety fanatics don't bother with a
helmet when they're wearing one of these babies.

So once he's figured out how to attach his swords on the outside of his coverall, he's on
his way.

“I gotta say this,” Scott says as the guy is sitting on his new bike, getting his swords
adjusted, doing something incredibly unauthorized to the bios, “you look like one bad
motherfucker.”

“Thanks, I guess.” He twists the throttle up once and Scott feels, but does not hear, the
power of the engine. This baby is so efficient it doesn't waste power by making noise.
“Say hi to your brand-new niece,” the guy says, and then lets go the clutch. The spokes
flex and gather themselves and the bike springs forward out of the lot, seeming to jump
off its electric paws. He cuts right across the parking lot of the neighboring NeoAquarian
Temple franchise and pulls out onto the road. About half a second later, the guy with the
swords is a dot on the horizon. Then he's gone. Northbound.


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