It has been a long flight and we’re all tired. My co-pilot is sound asleep in the supersized, high-backed, overstuffed, more comfortable than a bed, captain’s chair they put in these birds now a days. It’s all I can do to stay awake until it’s time for my break, watching her sleep just makes it harder to keep my eyes open. The ship is on full automatic; if the automatic pilot were to fail I doubt that I would have any idea as to what could be done. Turn off the computer and do a reset? But I know what I get paid for and stay awake doing it. What I get paid for happens to be, primarily, to stay awake.
“Flight 408 you are in Earth navigation space and your controls have been transferred to our systems,” a tired voice says into my headset.
I recognize the voice of a friend, “Sounds like a good thing, Toby. Mind if I start my nap now?”
“You go right on ahead Randy, I’m liable to join you any second now.”
“Had a late night Tob?
“Came straight from play to work. I’m thinking that might not have been such a good idea.”
“My life is a constant string of bad ideas. Good to hear someone’s in the same boat.” I slip off my headset and push my seat into full recline position. I’m snoring before we find our place in the holding pattern.