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If it was the future I was seeing during those hidden school lessons then I must have at least glimpsed the technology of tomorrow. Over two decades have passed since I attended that bizarre school and some of the things I remember seeing have certainly not come about yet. I remember seeing aeroplanes in the sky that quadrupled the size of our own and appeared to have “twin bodies”. Where we have two wings attached to the plane there were two huge carriages side by side that would have contained far more than the average jumbo jet. The wings seemed to effortlessly support these twin carriages and strangely not a sound was made as it flew. I remember seeing a peculiar steel substance like quicksilver that would mould into any given shape and saw that there were machines made of it, too. I understood it was like an organic steel that could be grown into things governed by a type of technological gene to determine its shape and function. When I think back to other events, I seem to recall biological machines. When I try to recollect being inside that amber craft in ‘94 which in itself was like a mutating cell, I had a feeling that everything around me was not just technologically sophisticated but biological. The only existing machinery we can relate this to is perhaps the physical brain or maybe the complex alterations of a rain forest. Now that I’ve seen these things it makes me wonder when the new breakthrough in science will take place. There have been breakthroughs in genetic science where animal clones can been created but I often wonder when and where this science will border onto the domain of the microchip and complex machines can be built biologically. Personally, I hope we’re a long way off. I feel that when discovered, something hideous could come about on which only the highly developed and humane minds of an age far from now should deserve to work. The possible “techno-gene” in the hands of the primitive doesn’t bear thinking about. Although I believe that biological machines are something that will come about. So many impressions and opinions that I have harboured over the years seem to have stemmed from my attendance at that strange school. Where else would a boy of ten reared in the television age acquire the taste for stage magic, a visual art long forgotten through TV culture? I often felt I had an education coming from elsewhere and perhaps most of my strange ideas about the world during adolescence reflected that. Bizarre theories poured out into my schoolwork from that age where I could conjure up ideas straight from left field, leaving myself curious and the teachers bemused. 101 early development. Had I seen the futuristic changes of man and beast?