Chapter 17: The Miracle Halo
Jaden drops and rolls, and so does the agent. They land in a wooded area. They are on their backs looking upwards and breathing heavily. The sounds of wilderness are all around them. Officer Lopez begins to rub his hands and kisses the cross around his neck repeatedly. He begins to kiss the ground and rub his hands together. Jaden takes his navy shirt from around his leg and puts it back on.
‘Whoa! We did it, AI.’
‘AI? Buddy?’
There is no response. The medical nanodrones begin to repair the skin tissue in Jaden’s stretched and bleeding skin. Jaden ignores the pain as he wonders why AI isn’t responding. They also repair some frostbite in his numb fingers. Jaden’s energy is very low. He thinks maybe because his body’s energy is low AI isn’t responding. He thinks about where he can get a powerful source of energy from.
“Sir, do you have another Taser on you?” Jaden asks.
“No, just my gun. How did you do that, land us without a parachute? Who are you?” Officer Lopez asks.
“I’ll answer that when I get back,” he says.
Jaden uses all the nanoscanners to locate where the crazed fat man landed. He finds the guy’s remains about fifty feet to his left and focuses in on the Taser still looking as if it is in good shape. Jaden quickly runs over there to see if it is working.
“Where you going?” The agent asks while he follows.
Jaden reaches the exploded body area. He tries to watch where he steps.
‘AI?’
He finds the Taser and picks it up. Jaden walks out of the death zone.
“The wires already recoiled, cool. I guess it’s still working,” Jaden says while he pulls the trigger on himself and shoots himself in the stomach.
A powerful jolt of electricity channels into his abdomen. He drops to his knees as the electricity weakens him. Jaden drops the stun gun.
“Buddy, what are you doing?” The agent asks while looking at Jaden with a confused look. The skin on Jaden’s back finishes healing and he stands up.
“Are you okay sir?” The agent asks while picking up the stun gun.
“Yeah I’m fine,” Jaden says.
‘I’m fine too,’ AI says.
‘Your back buddy? I thought I lost you. What happened to you?’ Jaden asks excitedly.
“Sir, what is going on here? I remember falling out of the airplane and then you rescuing me without a parachute. None of this is making any sense,” the agent says.
‘I don’t know, your pain level went off the chart, then I shut down. My systems really took a hit. I’m checking my synthetic crystals now. The unknown energy that came from your mind started to go down your arms and hands. Did you feel anything strange?’ AI asks.
‘I felt a lot of pain all over. Listen, I’m getting a strange feeling that the flight we were on is in some kind of trouble.’
“Sir, I’ll explain in a few. I think the airplane we were on might be in trouble. I’m going to need your help. Can I use your cell phone?” Jaden asks.
“Sure.”
Officer Lopez pulls out his cell phone from his pocket and gives it to Jaden. He dials Dr. Chan’s cell phone. The phone rings and she picks up.
“Hello?” She asks.
“Dr. Chan, it’s me.”
“Where are you? What is going on? Are you okay?” She asks.
“Yes, I’m fine. Listen, I’m going to need your help. First, I need you to check the status of Flight 104. Second, I’m going to send you the coordinates to where I am, I need you to pick me up. Make sure you aren’t followed,” Jaden says.
“There is a strange van outside my apartment window downstairs. But I have an idea,” she says.
“Thanks, call me back at this number if you hear anything about the flight. Thanks a lot,” Jaden says.
“You’re welcome sweetie,” Chan says while hanging up the phone.
Jaden walks up to the agent, “How do you text on this phone?”
“I can send encrypted text messages through this phone, what would you like me to text?”
“Text the number I just called these coordinates lat=37.931472, long=-76.774878,” Jaden says.
“How did you know the coordinates to where we are?” Lopez asks.
“I memorized the coordinates for the entire world and all the maps,” Jaden replies.
The agent gives Jaden a strange look. He sends the text to her phone. His phone beeps back instantly. Lopez reads the text message out loud.
“Flight 104 is in trouble. My superiors are trying to contact me. The airplane is on autopilot and no one is responding on the flight. I have to inform them I’m on the ground,” Lopez says.
‘I knew it. I knew something was wrong with the flight. I want to try to reach the aircraft somehow,’ Jaden says.
“No, don’t do that. That won’t be a good idea. You can’t let them know you are on the ground, when you are supposed to be on the aircraft,” Jaden says.
“Why not? You are a suspect I was told to watch on the flight. Who are you anyway?” He asks while pulling out his gun pointing it at Jaden.
‘We could zap his brain with some nanoscanners, or hit him with a gravity shock wave, or reflect his bullets with an energy shield,’ AI suggests.
‘I’ll handle this the non-violent way.’
“Air Marshal Fredrick Lopez, believe it or not, I’m half human and half something else. I’m here to help the people on this planet from a pending attack. I don’t think it is fair for you to point your gun at me, after I risked my life to save yours. If I were a bad guy, I would have let you splat on the ground like that hungry, hungry hippo over there and saved myself. The government wants me so they can do some experiments on me. You know how the government likes catching little E.T.’s and sticking probes up their asses. So that’s why the government wants me. You just landed on the ground safely after falling over 33,000 feet without a parachute. That should be enough proof to prove I’m a good guy. Now lower your weapon, so I can try to help those people left on the airplane,” Jaden says confidently.
Lopez thinks for a few seconds.
“How are you going to help those people on Flight 104 a state away?” Lopez asks.
“Mr. Lopez you believe in God and miracles, right?”
“Yes.”
“Today is a day of miracles, and I have an idea. Follow me,” Jaden says while walking away.
“What if this doesn’t work? I could get in trouble for not reporting to my superiors,” he says while putting away his gun.
“Do you have a better idea on how to save a plane full of people from where you are now? How are you going to explain to your superiors you fell out of an aircraft and survived without a parachute?” Jaden asks.
He doesn’t respond, but continues to follow Jaden to an open grassy area.
“I need you to shoot me with the stun gun,” Jaden says.
“Excuse me?” He asks while pulling it out.
“Less questions and more action. Time is very important here,” Jaden says while taking it from his hand.
‘AI I want to fill the nanoscanners up with as many nanodrones as they can carry and then get them to connect to each other, like you showed me when we took off from the airport. Do you think they can make it to the airplane from here?’
Jaden changes the stun gun to maximum power and shoots himself with 100,000 volts in the abdomen. He gets on his knees, drops the stun gun and Lopez looks at him as if he is crazy.
Jaden gets up, picks up the stun gun and continues walking to the open grassy area as if nothing happened.
‘They might be able to, but it would take too long to reach the airplane at the speed they travel at. They are going to need a boost. I calculate the airplane is over 130 miles from here,’ AI says.
‘How about an atomic solar recharge?’ Jaden asks while standing in the open grass area looking in the sky.
‘That won’t work
, the nanoscanners might go in the wrong direction or too far out. We can use a powerful gravity shock wave and they can ride it out at breakneck speeds. They can drop off one by one at the proper distances in between,’ AI says.
Lopez observes Jaden zoning out.
“Sir, are you okay?” Lopez asks. “You just took over 150,000 volts of electricity in the past five minutes. You can drop an elephant with that much electricity.”
“Yes, I’m fine. Heroes always take pain to save others. I’m calculating distances and getting ready to remote into the airplane. Do you have another cartridge for the stun gun?” Jaden asks.
“Yes, just this last clip,” he says while handing it to Jaden.
Jaden loads it and shoots himself with another 100,000 volts. This time he doesn’t drop to his knees. The gun recharges and recoils.
“I’m getting used to this, almost like taking a needle at the doctor’s office,” Jaden says.
“I just received another text, that the Air Force is going shoot down Flight 104 in the next twenty minutes, if no one responds from the airplane. They are assuming an act of terrorism has taken place,” Lopez says.
“That’s not good, stand back some.”
‘The nanoscanners are fully loaded with nanodrones. They are all in your right arm,’ AI says.
Gravity shock wave nanodrones are 150 feet in diameter circling around Jaden’s body. The quickly spinning nanodrones are creating white smoke where the circle is. The nanodrones speed towards Jaden from all directions taking the gravity forces at ground level with them. The grass folds flat like dominoes tumbling. They quickly reach Jaden’s body and travel out his right arm at an incredible speed. At the same time he extends his arm outwards towards the direction of Flight 104. Lopez falls back towards the grass as his legs buckle from the increased gravity traveling under his feet. The energy quickly moves through the air, creating a loud sonic boom.
‘Wow, that was the most powerful gravity shock wave I’ve ever fired. It’s moving about 3500 miles an hour,’ Jaden says as he sees the nanoscanners quickly moving through the air.
‘It will slow down and the nanoscanners will get out before the shock wave changes direction back towards Earth.’
‘I was monitoring the neurons in your brain when you came up with the idea to use the metal in the small airplane going by with the pro-gravity nanodrones. The chemical signal just connected with another neuron at random,’ AI says.
‘Yeah, human brains are still a mystery,’ Jaden says.
Lopez stands and looks in the direction the invisible force was cruising through the air. One nanoscanner jumps out of the shock wave at thirty miles out.
“Shit, that was amazing. I’ve never seen anything like that. What was that?” Lopez asks with an amazed look on his face.
“That was a gravity shock wave heading southwest towards Flight 104. Hopefully it will reach the airplane in less than ten minutes,” Jaden says while he shoots himself with the last stun gun charge.
“Okay, I’m ready,” Jaden says.
“Ready for what?” Lopez asks.
“To remote into the airplane, to see what is going on, and if I can wake someone up. Would you like to have a front row seat?” Jaden asks.
“Sure why not,” he says.
“Lay down in the grass here with me. I’m going to see if you can see what I see, through the nanoscanners,” Jaden says while laying flat on his back over the grass.
‘Why are you telling this officer everything and why are you going to let him see through the nanoscanners?’ AI asks.
‘Who is going to believe him?’ Jaden asks, ‘He might be able to help us with the airplane, if we need help landing it,’ Jaden says.
They lay on the grass two feet from each other.
“Close your eyes and relax,” Jaden says, while putting his left hand over Lopez’s eyes.
Nanodrones create a small bridge behind Lopez’s eyes to his optic nerves. The nanodrones keep the resolution at 500 megapixels.
“Make sure you keep your eyes closed, or you’ll get double visions and it will overload your brain giving you a serious headache,” Jaden says.
“Okay, are you sure you know what you’re… Wait a second! I see something, I see clouds quickly moving by, but the image is upside down,” Lopez says.
There is a flash and the view changes right side up for him. The nanoscanners break off one by one at approximately thirty miles each. They connect and communicate with each other.
“Is that better?” Jaden asks.
“Yes, this is amazing. I feel like I’m flying in the air without a body.”
“Don’t worry you’ll get used to it. You aren’t going to be able to hear any sounds though.”
“That’s cool, I see something coming up. I see the airplane,” Lopez says while the nanoscanners zoom in from miles behind.
“There is something… There is something behind the 737 aircraft, two bright lights exhausting fumes,” Lopez says as the scanners analyze the best views, removing light particles.
The nanoscanners change the view to heat and molecule radar. A 3D image is shown of two jet fighters behind the 737 airplane.
“That is a sixth generation Stealth F-22 Raptor on the left behind Flight 104 and a Predator drone on the right. Shit, they are using visual stealth technology,” Lopez says excitedly, while the nanoscanners get closer and zoom out.
AI pulls up information on what a UAV Predator drone is and how the next generation Predator drones works with Motherdrone.
“What is visual stealth technology?” Jaden asks.
“I’ve heard about it, but have never seen it. It is top-secret. Outside the body of the Raptors and Predators are light diode and fiber-optic panel technology. They flash bright lights around their body, making the jet fighters look invisible against the bright sky. The government is going to shoot down the 737 aircraft and any witnesses from the ground will say it just exploded by itself. Even the missiles have the same technology. They are going to make it look like an accident. We have to do something quick,” Lopez says while the nanoscanners pass through the jet fighters.
‘I don’t like this human. He is saying “we” as if he is actually doing something,’ AI says.
‘Don’t worry about it AI buddy, it is good to make him feel as he is a part of something. His help might come in handy, he can be on our team for awhile,’ Jaden says to AI.
“Yes, we are going to save the people on this airplane, Mr. Lopez,” Jaden says.
“What are all of those periodic table images and small words passing by on my eyes?” Lopez asks.
“Those are the materials the jet fighters are made of. The alien eyes you are seeing through are called nanoscanners. When they pass through a material they identify what they are passing through,” Jaden explains.
The nanoscanners slow down and enter the rear of the 737. The passengers are all laid out unconscious. The vision quickly falls all the way behind the aircraft as the fourth scanner sits midair at another thirty miles. The last two remaining nanoscanners quickly look around the airplane. Everyone is unconscious as the co-pilot and Pam lay near the rear of the airplane. People still have the oxygen masks on their faces.
‘It appears every human is in a neutral nanomole stage 2,’ AI says.
A nanoscanner scans down the aisle towards the cockpit, while the other scans bodies.
“What is wrong with them? Why is everyone sleeping and unconscious?” Lopez asks, while he sees Jaden switching between nanoscanners.
“They are in stage 2. There is going to be a sophisticated alien attack on Earth in the next few days. I’ve been trying to warn the government. I’ll explain to you later, but now we have to land the plane safely,” Jaden says.
The pilot is laying face down on the floor of the business class section. The cockpit door is wide open. Inside the cockpit, the airplane is on autopilot at 17,098 feet and 412 mph.
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p; “Looks like the pilot fell out after leveling out the aircraft and leaving the cockpit to check on the other passengers,” Lopez says.
‘Do you think we can override one of the pilots’ brains and control their bodies similar to how the nanomoles will in positive stage 3?’ Jaden asks.
‘It is possible, but the nanomoles have been in the pilots’ brains for years and know the unique electrical impulses and random codes in the motor cortex of the brain. That information is encoded in the nanomoles. The signals travel down the spinal cord to alpha motor neurons near muscles… I have an idea, we can wipe out the brain’s information completely and run our own electrical impulses from the brain down the spinal cord to the muscles. The negative side will be the human mind will be brain dead beyond repair. We have less than ten minutes before the next nanoscanner has to get into its thirty mile connection distance,’ AI says.
‘I have an idea, do you think we can quickly access both pilots’ brains and nanomoles, so I can decide who will have to be sacrificed,’ Jaden says.
‘It would be faster to just choose a pilot now,’ AI says.
‘I can’t do that. I have to know who has a family before I can do such a thing to a human. Pilots always sacrifice for the passengers on their airplane. I need to choose which one.’
AI quickly scans both pilots’ nanomoles and brain cells.
“What is going on, why are we inside of the pilots’ brain?” Lopez asks.
“I’m determining which one has to be sacrificed, so that I can try to control their bodies to land the plane. The airplane has fingerprint scan to deactivate the autopilot. Sacrificed meaning when the other people on the airplane wake up this pilot will be brain dead forever,” Jaden says.
“Is that the only way?” Lopez asks.
“Yes.”
“You can’t connect into the electronics of the airplane to land it?”
“No, I wish,” Jaden says.
Information is quickly being accessed in both pilots’ brains. Jaden sees images from both nanoscanners.
“Okay, the pilot, named Richard, is fifty-eight, has four kids, none are in college, and he is divorced. His child support payments are fifty percent of his $105,000 a year salary. His ex-wife remarried. His ex-girlfriend was caught cheating on him while he was piloting and came home early. His alimony is another fifteen percent of his salary. His kids don’t love him and his oldest daughter is pregnant at eighteen and dropped out of college. His oldest son is twenty years old and addicted to Third Virtual Life Adult World and doesn’t work or do anything. His second oldest daughter is sixteen and married to a thirty-four year old man. The youngest ran away from his ex-wife’s house. Man, this guy needs to be put out of his misery,” Jaden says to Lopez.
“Shit, you are right. I thought my kids and separation was bad,” Lopez says while agreeing.
“The co-pilot, Stan, is forty-five, has two adopted kids, and he has a husband at home. He has had a civil union for four years. The kids are nine and ten from the Philippines…” Jaden is interrupted.
“Get rid of the co-pilot, use him to land the plane,” Lopez quickly says.
“Why is that? I didn’t even finish,” Jaden says.
“I don’t like gay men. I was in the Marines for ten years and the government kept changing their don’t ask, don’t tell policies. Sixty percent of the Marines in my platoon were gay or bisexual. Twenty-five percent of them getting blue discharges every year. Some straight men were saying they were gay to get out of combat in Afghanistan and Iraq. I’ve seen more and more homosexual acts in the military over the years. Men sleeping with men and orgies behind closed doors. No safe sex, and then the soldiers go home to their wives. To me those aren’t real soldiers…”
‘Jaden we have to hurry, three minutes left before the fifth nanoscanner has to get into position,’ AI says.
“…A real soldier is a robot soldier or the soldiers in the Vietnam War, Korean War, WWII, WWI, Civil War… Those were real soldiers…” Lopez continues talking in the background.
‘Scan the pilot’s short-term and long-term memory. I want you to save any information regarding flying an aircraft and landing an aircraft,’ Jaden says to AI.
“…Even when Bin Laden was killed in 2011 and the war was over….”
“Mr. Lopez your opinion is greatly appreciated, but I’m going by who has more to live for. Sexual preference is not my concern. Maybe when these bad aliens attack Earth, and we can’t stop them, maybe they can reconfigure these gay men to have babies somehow. They can transform men’s penises into a vagina. Then sexual preference won’t matter, will it? Lesbian women can have transformed vagina penises. Who knows what they have in mind for us humans… But I’m choosing the senior pilot. The pilot/captain is always first to sacrifice themselves for everyone. This guy would probably be better off being put out of his misery, instead of losing sixty-five percent of his salary plus taxes every two weeks. He has good life insurance. I’ll be doing him a favor,” Jaden says.
“Okay, Mr. Half Alien Dude,” Lopez says, while his phone vibrates.
Jaden takes his hand from over Lopez’s eyes. Lopez leans up and squints his eyes from the bright sunlight to look at the new text message on his phone.
“They are going to shoot down the airliner in six minutes, unless someone responds. They probably want the airplane pieces to land over a lake or a non-populated area in North Carolina. The aircraft just passed Henderson, North Carolina,” Lopez says while laying back down, closing his eyes.
Jaden puts his hand over his eyes again. Jaden looks at the images from the pilot’s memories. Lopez also sees the images. He sees him learning to fly a plane from his father at sixteen and getting his license by seventeen. This information is being recorded and sent to Jaden’s mind. He skips past some images in his twenties. Memories of him learning to fly a commercial plane in his early thirties and being a co-pilot. Jaden sees memories in his fifties as a flight instructor.
“Okay, the instructor memories are more useful for flying and landing,” Jaden says.
Information on how to land a commercial aircraft is being saved and what buttons to press.
Images of Sully, the hero pilot, keep coming up and repeated images of an airliner landing on a river in New York City flash by.
‘AI, zap his brain and run our impulse electrical signals with the nanodrones.’
‘Yes sir.’
The fifth nanoscanner releases millions of nanodrones in the pilot’s brain, then the scanner quickly leaves. The fifth nanoscanner quickly stops midair exiting the aircraft at the thirty-one mile mark.
‘That was close. All five nanoscanners are connected at ninety-nine percent efficiency . Transmitting at one hundred nanoseconds,’ AI says.
The sixth and last nanoscanner begins to quickly spin around the primary motor cortex of the brain destroying neurons. The energy created also destroys short-term and long-term memory cells. The pilot’s body begins to shake as if he is having a seizure. Nanodrones are quickly being attacked by white blood cells in the blood as they move down the spinal cord creating checkpoints in the nervous system. The nanodrones defend themselves destroying white blood cells with microscopic iron-oxide particles. They reach the arms and spread out. The pilot stops shaking and begins sneezing. His fingers shake and then begin to move. His legs begin to shake and then move regularly.
“Who is this hero pilot Sully?” Jaden asks Lopez.
“Where have you been? On another planet? Everyone has heard of Sully…”
“Yeah, I have been on another planet,” Jaden snaps.
“…He landed an airplane over the Hudson River in New York City back in February 2009 with no engines. Geese were sucked into both of his engines. He did a perfect landing without destroying the plane. Another pilot tried the same thing in 2012 over a lake near Michigan, but wasn’t successful. The plane broke into three pieces, ejecting people all over the lake,” Lopez s
ays.
“Yeah I see, this pilot watched that landing hundreds of times. It was all over his memory. That is amazing. What does Sully do now?” Jaden asks.
“He flies for one of the private spaceship companies,” Lopez says.
“Cool. Private spaceship companies? That is interesting. I guess MASA couldn’t monopolize space after all,” Jaden says while watching what is going on. He hears a beeping sound coming from the cockpit.
“I hear a beeping sound coming from the cockpit,” Jaden tells Lopez.
“They are probably firing warning shots at the plane. You have to hurry, the Air Force is about to fire upon the airliner,” Lopez says.
The pilot stands up on his feet, but quickly falls over an overweight female passenger sitting in a big business class seat. Her oxygen mask falls from her face and the pilot lands on his back in front of her legs between a row of seats.
‘Something is wrong with his equilibrium and coordination cells,’ AI says.
Jaden can see outside the pilot’s eyes. He is looking up the big lady’s skirt without panties.
“Shit!” Jaden yells.
“Holy shit!” Lopez yells.
“This is what I get for looking through all those women’s clothes the last few months,” Jaden says.
“What am I looking at?” Lopez asks.
“Just close your eyes, the pilot fell between a passenger’s legs,” Jaden says while the nanodrones attempt to fix the problems.
“I can’t! My eyes are closed! I still see it!” Lopez yells.
The pilot stands up, but holds on to the headrest on the right.
“Man up soldier, I know you saw worse in Iraq. You mean to tell me you have never been with or dated a heavy girl?” Jaden asks.
There is silence.
“Come on, this is America where the average women’s size is still a fourteen,” Jaden says.
Lopez is quiet and doesn’t respond. The pilot walks very slowly, step-by-step holding on to headrests and arm rests. The nanodrones are firing impulse signals to each other at different parts of the pilot’s body getting him to walk. He walks like a zombie towards the cockpit door.
“Why is he walking like that and so slow?” Lopez asks.
“His white blood cells are constantly attacking my alien soldiers trying to control the movements in hundreds of muscles around his body in the correct order,” Jaden says.
“Oh okay. The comment you made about being able to look up women’s clothes, is that true? You were able to look through women’s clothes and see them naked?” Lopez asks.
“Yes, I’m still able too. But trust me, I learned my lesson with that. Sometimes you don’t always want to see what a woman looks like without any clothes on,” Jaden says.
“I could never get tired of seeing women without any clothes on. Man, I wish I had x-ray vision,” Lopez says.
“I used to think the same thing. But when images of periods, herpes, STDs, hair everywhere, and bad smells stay stuck in your memory, it isn’t a good sight.”
“I didn’t think of all of that, I don’t want to see those things. But that is probably less than ten percent of women right?” Lopez asks.
“More than you think my friend, more than you think,” Jaden says.
Goose bumps run down Lopez’s arms as eerie thoughts pass through his mind.
‘AI change my face, body and pigment color in my skin back to my old self when you get a chance. I want to be myself and I’m sure the government knows this face already,’ Jaden says.
‘Yes sir.’
Washington, D.C. 10:25 am
“Fire at will on Flight 104, Raptor 16,” Robinson gives the order from the situation room. He is looking at the live video from the Predator drone’s 3D imaging cameras and satellite. A computer screen has a trajectory path that the airliner’s debris will land in a lake and forested area outside of Wake Forest, North Carolina.
On Jetgreen Flight 104 Fifteen seconds later.
The pilot crawls up the stairs and into the cockpit after trying twice to walk up the two stairs. His eyes are wide open like someone on drugs.
“Someone please answer. The Air Force has been cleared to fire upon you. Please answer the radio,” the cockpit radio says.
“You going to have to hurry, Jaden,” Lopez says.
The Raptor F-22 pilot falls a mile behind to fire at the huge airliner. It locks on to Jetgreen’s fuselage and chooses the missile. He puts his hand on the red trigger button and slightly touches it.
The pilot is still trying to pull himself into the chair. Jaden is trying very hard to control the body movements by thought. Nanodrones go into his throat and vocal cords. Suddenly red lights begin flashing again. The F-22 pilot fires his first missile then he fires a different missile a few seconds later. Jaden finally gets the body in the small seated area. There is a heads up display (HUD) screen in between the pilot and the airliner’s front window.
“Grab the yoke!” Lopez yells.
“Yoke?” Jaden asks while groaning.
“Yoke is what the steering wheel is called on an aircraft,” Lopez says frantically.
“It’s a steering wheel today!”
Jaden moans and groans as he struggles to get the pilot into the seat. He feels as if he is trying to lift his own body into the seat. The pilot reaches up and grabs the steering wheel with both hands. The autopilot goes off and a female voice is heard, “Welcome back Richard Craigwell.”
Jaden gets the pilot to turn a hard right, while pressing the rudder pedal. The aircraft leans and banks a hard right.
‘This is Pilot Richard Craigwell. Call off the missile fire,’ Jaden says through the pilot’s voice. The voice sounds low and broken up.
The F-22 pilot sees the airliner banking a hard right and presses the self-destruct button on the first missile.
“Raptor 16 call off the strike, I repeat call off the strike. Detonate missiles,” the base orders.
The missile explodes fifteen feet behind the left engine. Debris and fire flies into the rear of the left engine and on the wing. Some debris also hits the side and rear of the airplane in all directions. The second missile extends out small wings and slows down. The F-22 goes over the second missile and two arms grab it. The missile turns off and goes back into the jet fighter. Flight 104 loses its left engine and the left wing is damaged. The fire quickly goes out. The F-22 continues to fly behind the aircraft. A trail of smoke is coming from the left engine.
“Mr. Craigwell what is going on and what is the condition of the crew?” The air traffic controller at Raleigh Airport asks. He repeats himself a few seconds later.
Jaden is searching the memory of the pilot to remember where everything is and what to do next. The airplane straightens out, but is leaning. The pilot presses the button on the microphone.
The pilot automatically reaches to press a lever overhead to increase the thrust in the right engine.
‘Shit, I thought the pilot was waking up and doing things himself for a second,’ Jaden says, ‘Thanks AI.’
‘That is impossible. The pilot would be lucky to be a vegetable by the time the nanodrones and nanoscanners leave his body. He would probably catch any bacterial infection or cold, now that his white blood cells are destroyed. Those white blood cells are no match for alien technology,’ AI says.
‘Poor guy. I see you are deactivating Officer Lopez’s nanomole. Good work AI,’ Jaden says.
‘I’m also halfway done changing your face and body back to your old self,’ AI says.
‘I can feel it. I’m trying to ignore the pain, good work. Excellent multi-tasking,’ Jaden says.
Jaden’s eye screen shows in small letters the status of changing his face and body back to the old Bi-racial Jaden: Saving face distance structure 85%, Adding original fat tissue 76% done, Rebuilding cartilage in nose and restructuring, Adding 20% of Melanin pigment in Epidermis around bod
y, Regrowing original DNA Hair Follicles growth 1100%, Adjusting eyes and ears structure.
“Pilot Craigwell what is the condition of your crew?” The air traffic controller asks again.
“I’m hurt, I feel as if I’m on some kind of drugs. Everyone on, everyone on the flight is unconscious. Some sort of cosmic energy from space has put everyone to sleep,” Jaden says through the pilot’s voice. The pilot breathes very heavily cutting off his words.
“This man is suffering some serious delusions,” the air traffic controller says to the people in the room with him.
“Did you suffer any damage from the missile detonation?” The air traffic controller asks.
“Yes, left wing and engine received damage, but I still have control of the plane.”
“Roger that Craigwell, what happened earlier on the flight where your emergency door opened?”
Jaden thinks, he was going to say passengers fell out, and then the government will be looking for him on the ground. Jaden’s brain is working overtime. He is using some of his multi-tasking brain cells. AI is controlling the pilot’s right hand to push buttons and levers to fly towards a lower altitude. Jaden is controlling the left hand on the steering wheel.
‘This is cool, you are controlling the right hand and I’m controlling the left,’ Jaden says.
“I’m not sure, I wasn’t back there. But the emergency door is closed now. My passengers and crew are breathing, but in a deep sleep. I need an emergency runway to land,” Jaden the pilot says.
“Is the dangerous suspect we notified you about earlier still on board?”
‘Yeah! The dangerous suspect is talking to you now, you big dummy!’ Jaden snaps.
“I’m not sure,” the pilot says in a low voice.
“Can you circle around to runway nine?” The air traffic controller asks.
‘We only have ten miles before the nanoscanners are out of range. Runway nine is too far to the south, we would have to circle around to land there and the nanoscanners would be out of range. The airport is eleven miles from here, I can extend each nanoscanner at most, 1000 feet each. This is dangerous, if we lose the connection to the nanoscanners in the pilot’s brain we are not going to be able to recover that nanoscanner and the nanodrones in his body,’ AI says.
Suddenly the right engine power goes down fifty percent. A beeping sound is heard. The pilot’s eyes are wandering around as if he is sleeping with his eyes open, until Jaden is looking out of them.
“Can you confirm runway nine, Flight 104?”
‘What happened?’ Jaden asks.
‘The right engine was also damaged from the missile blast. This is bad,’ AI says while the plane leans again.
“Air traffic, I just lost fifty percent of my thrust in my right engine. We need a direct runway in our direction. We need to land right away,” the pilot says.
The pilot’s right hand is pressing buttons and levers all over. The airplane is slowly changing course towards the airport ahead.
‘Let them know we are dumping fuel now,’ AI says.
“You are cleared to land on runway six. There are two jet fighters behind you to escort you in. There will be fire department and emergency personnel here when you land. Good luck to you Flight 104.”
“Thank you air traffic. I am dumping fuel,” Jaden says through the pilot’s voice.
AI makes the pilot’s hands and feet press different levers, buttons and pedals.