A normal helicopter
Windows 10&11
“Let us go then, you and me.
When the evening is spread out against the sky,
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats,
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels,
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:,
Streets that follow like a tedious argument,
Of insidious intent,
To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?",
Let us go and make our visit”
— from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot