Standing up, his bike is pushed from one side to the other while the quarry stones set into the tarmac gripped to the rubber tyres. Coming over the top of the small hill a black leather chair is standing up on the side of the road. Someone probably not able to afford the expenses of tip charges country tipped their old furniture. The chair was usually lying down beside a standalone wood bookcase that had been roadside for weeks.

Each time he had rode past he would think about how comfortable it might have been on his lower back. He had become accustomed to a very hard bottom computer chair that each time sat in, reminding him of the discomforts of life and just how uncomfortable life had become.

Today it was upright and the smallest of change in the environment had fuelled a little curiosity. In this new world and for good reasons he's grown accustomed to always being suspicious, even of his own curiosity. But for some unknown reason the wonder over the chair he welcomed without fear. "After all what harm could it do" he says while gently squeezing his brakes he swings to the left into the immediate roadside gravel and finally skidding to a stop to muse over the chair.

The chrome swivel base has a bit of rust surrounding and there are small tears in the artificial leather. Despite the signs of wear and tear he ponders in imaginative thought. Those firm and thickly padded sides would curve nicely into my back and only at the perfect height: enforcing a straight posture is probably just what I need. The bottoms padding the same as the sides is so much better than the planked base that I have. But it is a shame we have to put up with this leather imposter material. Just another insidious sign of the hidden emperor's rule. I hear the type of roundtable planning and coming from the end a loud pompous voice says, "Flood them all in the cheapest of material things - this will forever keep them distracted and they will never know the difference or matter."

In the quietness of the countryside day he breaks the silence and asks, "How can I take this home, it's too heavy to strap to me or my bike". The inherit skynet gaslighting had ensured life as an outcast, gaslite by society and humanity he had nobody to turn to for a favor or help so he quietly laughed towards the chair.

"Oh the audacity of a chair I cannot even have, did you chair stand yourself up to tease me, or just as a reminding fact, I am to have nothing I ever want or are you somebody's seconds, also in despair." He Laughs again: the fact he was speaking to a chair was a cause for the laugh to get louder when suddenly the urge to cry about the sadness of it all took over. To overcome his waning emotions he decided on a few words of conviction.

"Oh bugger you chair I shall seek you out in the next life or other dimension. And when I do I will seek you out a brand new, if needed changing you to leather and I shall ensure your steel is properly primed to never let you rust as you are now", he says to the chair while also sliding his rear back onto his bike seat.

Chapter 1 - The Bean

Balancing on one tiptoe he prepares to snap his feet back into the cycle clip pedals. It was an uneven gravel and launching as the tip of one shoe slips off an unstable larger stone sending him sideways over into the grass and down beside the chair. The grass between the road and paddock is at least two foot high and on his back he felt as if hidden from the world. "Darn it I've no more words for you now", he says to the chair and looking straight to the underside he bangs his hand down to attempt his sit up. Catching his eye was a small glinting of something that had shone through the smallest of tear in the underneath upholstery.