The Great Plotnik

Monday, March 10, 2014

Hijacked to Cuba

You're flying over an ocean in the middle of the night. Of course, you can't sleep so you find yourself gripped with fear -- you're not a bird but you're stuck in the air, and if you go down you will find yourself in limitless ocean and you're not a fish. And it's dark. And you're helpless.

That hit Plotnik once, on a 747 on the way to Auckland. Of course, the thing that was scaring him most was probably exactly what happened to those poor suckers on the Malaysian Airliner that they can't seem to find anywhere.

Nothing like a good old plane crash to relive ancient fears of flying. We have legs, we don't have wings. We have lungs, we don't have gills. We have skin, not fur, and hair, not feathers. We are meant to walk upon this Earth, not fly over it or swim through thousands of miles of it.

OK. so what should we hope for? What would be the least awful?

Let's say they got hijacked to Cuba. That's my story until I hear otherwise.


At 8:02 PM, Blogger notthatlucas said...

I really would have thought this sort of incident with so few clues could not possibly happen with today's technology. I never would have guessed that so many planes spend so much time not being on someone's radar somewhere. With all the satellites and such, would it really be that hard to track these planes?

This is bizarre. Cuba or maybe aliens from outer space.


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