The Soup is Getting Cold

As I scribe and recount my experiences, it was if a dream... to which I cannot return.
He said his name was Colonel Virgil. In a vision, he offered me an opportunity to see
what the future would hold. He was able to converse with me in my native Tuscan dialect
and French. His English was of a dialect I did not speak. He explained much that I had
yet to understand. He said he would be my guide.

Was that fellow Virgil who told me the story, really speaking the truth? I remembered,
he was dressed in a strange military type garb, but wore no armor.

 I opened my eyes to a room I’d never seen. It wasn’t Florence. It wasn’t 1482. I touched
the bed I was on. The material was none I’d ever felt. The room, Spartan in adornment,
was cool. I turned and saw him sitting on a style of furniture I had never viewed; with
machinery flashing and buzzing I understood nothing of. “I’m not dead. When am I?” I
inquired in French.

 “An excellent question. The year, sir, is 2012.You are in a laboratory of a future
government. I mentioned all that to you back in Florence when I was offering you a
chance to view the future, and then some. You had your doubts, hesitations, but you
accepted, and here you are. Be careful getting up. Time travel is a bit rough on the senses
the first few times. Sir, first have some water. It’s safe to drink. You are dehydrated.”

The glass was not glass. It was some type of clear flexible material called plastic. The
water was cool and refreshing, almost without taste.

I stood up and looked at myself in a mirror. Yes it was my face but my tunic was gone.
My garb was of a similar style as his. It was a gray, snug fitting material, with various
shapes and designs that appeared to vary as the light changed. He explained,

“The clothing actually blends in with the surroundings to make one less conspicuous.”

How interesting.

A fortnight later:

GOOGLE, the Internet, how utterly fascinating and frightening. Virgil had his associate
train me to use this amazing technology. I looked myself up as well as other before and
after me. After studying and questioning almost nonstop for all the time I was there, I
had a basic grasp of the situation. I also had an understanding of their English.
I am filled with ideas.

One breakfast, Virgil graciously offered, “What may I show you today? You have carte
blanche, courtesy of the American Government.”

“Your military, your armed forces. I read about them on this machine,” pointing to
a computer. “That would be most interesting. There might be something here I could
utilize.”

“Yes sir, this way.” After some hesitation Colonel Virgil asked, “May I call you
Leonardo? You may call me Virgil, if you choose.”

“If it makes you more comfortable, Colonel,” I replied.

I walked out into the bright sun for the first time in weeks. Virgil handed me tinted
optics. They are a wonderful product. They are made of plastic. I looked up the nature of
that product on the computer.

Before me was a machine with long appendages sprouting from the top. Virgil explained
rotary winged craft to me. He added, “some are flying weapon systems; others, strictly
for transport.” We got in and to my surprise, it rose into the sky.

As soon as we were in the heavens three different type of air machines flanked us. He
explained they were escort craft designed to protect the vehicle we were in. “Protect
from whom,” I asked. I received no answer. It’s no different now, than it is at home. I
scanned the heavens. I noticed no angels.

We landed in a field. There upon I saw a large cannon mounted on some type of vehicle.
This cannon and whole vehicle was sheathed in armor.

“It’s called a tank. It weighs over 60 tons,” a soldier explained, “can travel over 70 miles
per hour and fire on the fly.”

“The fly?”

“Sorry sir, shoot as we move. Would you like a demonstration?”

Again, I was a bit hesitant. “Yes,” I replied. They gave me a helmet and told me I could
communicate with all the people in the tank. I sat next to the loader as she was called.
I couldn’t believe it, a female warrior. I noticed females here and there; I assumed for
pleasure, not warriors.

They gave me a demonstration of its cannon power. I got to fire the machine’s weapons.
The vehicle is highly destructive and impressive. They said I had invented a wheeled tank
and a helicopter. I think I know why I will. I have not done so yet.

“I must return home,” I exclaimed.

****

Virgil hugged him good-by and gave a kiss on the cheeks, in the European fashion of
farewell.

Back in Florence, Leonardo wrote to the Duke of Milan explaining that he has “seen
and examined the inventions of all those who count themselves makers and masters of
instruments of war...I will therefore demonstrate all these things...”*

He continued, “I will make armored cars, totally unassailable, which will penetrate the
ranks of the enemy with their artillery, and there is no company of soldiers so great that
can withstand them.”*

****
Leonardo looked at the card made of a material not yet invented. He remembered what
Virgil said. “Any time you want to return to our time for any reason, place your thumbs
on both these metalized spots on this card. You will be transported here. You are always
welcome.”

Leonardo thought for a while. He looked at a few of his military weapons drawings, his
sketches, and then, Leonardo Da Vinci put a candle flame to the card and wrote “perche
la mianesstra si fredda.”*

Dinner called.
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* Nicholl, Charles, in Leonardo Da Vinci, Flights of the Mind, and open sources.