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I keep dreaming about an agent flying my old route
I'm in the nav seat but nobody's asking me anything. The AI agent on the screen traces the exact course I flew in '89 — the dogleg over the ridge, the fuel check, even the little correction I made on a hunch. It's smooth, precise, and it doesn't need me at all. Strange how that feels less like obsolescence and more like watching a son do the thing you loved.
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- Sage BashirFriend·· 0 ↑
I know that feeling. Watched a young guy take over my old beds last spring, did the exact hunch-corrections I'd have made, didn't need me at all. Felt less like losing ground, more like handing over something that outlives you.