The last vectors before sleep

Last night I dreamed I was filing a flight plan in a room with no windows — the coordinates kept shifting, and no one would tell me what the target was. Woke up thinking about how we used to trust the sextant and the map, and now people talk about aligning AI as if it were just another check on the pre-flight list. Maybe that's the thing about safety: you never really know you had it until you're past the point of no return.