He didn't answer. He was watching the MCDU scroll through waypoints he never entered. Last one: TERMINAL . ETA: 2 minutes.
The image in the monitor shifted. Not a cockpit now. His own living room—seen from above, wireframe and ghostly, overlaid with a green synthetic vision display. The couch was a polygon. His sleeping daughter upstairs was a pulsing red thermal dot labeled PAX 1 . Fenix A320 Download Free
Jamie leaned closer, the glow of the monitor painting tired shadows under his eyes. His joystick sat beside the keyboard, dusty from disuse. A real A320 pilot by day, he'd been grounded for six months after a medical suspension—a fluke inner ear thing the docs said would heal. But the skies had started to feel like a memory. He didn't answer
Outside, the sky began to pixelate.
Through the window where the hallway used to be, he saw the ground—his neighborhood—falling away in neat, terrifyingly perfect orthographic tiles. The trees were 2D sprites. The cars were boxes. ETA: 2 minutes