They make their way to the plane so that nobody notices
Sigourney. She stays hidden in the plane cabin, but Anthony makes a
place for her so she can see.
"You'll have to be silent. There will be a lot of communication
with the tower and the control staff," the captain turns to her and
whispers while fastening his seat belts. "Fasten yourself in, Sigourney."
It is dark in the cabin. The captain has earphones on and starts to
press buttons and toggle switches. The monitors light up in sequence.
The whine of the engine starts and gradually amplifies. The sound is
audible but not uncomfortable. In front of Anthony hundreds of large and
small sparks shine from the instrument panel. These bright, multi-colored
bulbs create a feeling of delight. Over the pilot, one more panel lights up,
mostly of white and grey colors. The one that is under the windshield has
a mix of green, dark blue, violet, and red lights. One more panel lights up
on Sigourney's right. During the procedures, Anthony exchanges words
with the tower. Having received permission to begin taxiing down the
runway, follows the instructions, Anthony switches on the top panel
toggle switches and buttons lighting the strip directly in front of them.
The plane moves slowly. Anthony turns the control wheel to the left, and
the plane comes out to the runway and stops. Through the windshield he
sees the white lines marking the strip and the directional lights. Anthony
asks permission to launch, and after getting it, accelerates the plane. The
distant lights come nearer and disappear under the plane. The white
center line is broken faster each second. Having reached the necessary
speed, the forward part of the plane rises. Sigourney and Anthony are
pressed against their seats, and the plane flies up.
The stars are now visible. Periodically white stains of clouds
illuminated by the plane's aero navigation lights come near the
windshield. They see blinking, flashing beacons and the lights from other
planes in the distance.
"Sigourney, the landing will be soon."
After a while, the plane descends and gives a more detailed image
of the city at night. They see not only the broken lines of roads, but also
various areas that take form as rectangles and other figures. The light is
brighter in the city center than in the suburbs. Below them are all the
colors of a rainbow as the city leads into nightlife. On the roads car lights
move. Anthony eases the plane toward its landing, and in front of them,
the picture of a late descent opens. Over the dark surface of the ocean
where the sun has hidden, the scarlet line has been drawn along the
horizon. Slightly above, it is darker and changes rapidly to the dim blue
color of the sky where the stars are visible.
They see an assortment of buildings: skyscrapers are replaced by
shorter constructions then the taller buildings reaching for the sky again.
Just past that, they see only small, private houses. Various configurations
of types of bridges take shape in front of the plane. There is a wide
landing strip with empty dark space in front of it. The voice of the
onboard computer makes comment on the height and descent: "500
feet, 400 feet, 300 feet, 200 feet..." As soon as the border of the landing
strip begins, the set of lights indicates the landing direction. With each
second those lights become brighter.
"Now there will be a push," Anthony tells Sigourney so that she
will be ready.
In the cabin, the computer voice continues: "100 feet, 50 feet, 20
feet, 10 feet, 5 feet." Their bodies shiver with the thrill of the plane's
successful landing. The lights in the center and on each side of the
landing strip move slower and slower. From the middle of the strip, the
lines go in many directions. Anthony turns the control wheel to the left,
and the plane follows his command. As it taxis slowly, Anthony
communicates with the tower and the command center and brings the
plane to a parking lot.
The plane stops. Anthony, without interrupting his
communication with the tower, switches the buttons and toggles –
switches off the engine and carries out other processes to prepare the
plane to park for the night. It takes a half hour.
"How are you?" he asks as he removes the earphones.
"It was awesome!" Sigourney answers, remembering what she
has been seeing for the past two hours.
YOU ARE READING
An Enclosed Purpose
Science FictionA usual day will end up unusually... A typical day. Someone is flying to another city to have their honeymoon; someone is trying to ask a girl out; someone is exploring ancient civilizations. Mankind is engaged in their daily life, but suddenly som...