Acme Professor Retired

“Pat sussed out instantly what was happening and the wee prick just kept asking stupid questions and just getting in Pat’s way, so as he was in charge for the test and all the days flying he asked a couple of the members to forcefully eject the wee prick from the airfield, citing rule 67 part A, which states during an emergency the “controller” can evict anyone from the airfield for whatever cause for their own safety, or the safety of the operations ongoing.

Unfortunately for the wee prick it was Sandy and Davey that were handy, they had already taken a dislike to the wee shit and were more than happy to manhandle his whining little ass out of the place and dumped him in his car and told him in not so many words to “Foxtrot Oscar” away from the club, and never come back, before they quickly returned to help out in, The Control Dome”.

“So what exactly happened next, as it looks pretty bleak from here?”

“The AI tracking started to flash a new track on the dome, a blue line that had never been seen before, it was immediately after Pat made the “Mayday, Mayday” broadcast as was the correct procedure at that time in those circumstances. Sandy and Dave were calling the police the ambulance and the fire brigade AND the CAA to tell them what had happened as it was looking like there would be an accident about to happen. I was in no fit state to land or even fly properly.

The blue line has a word flashing next to it, stating “Intercept”. We all thought it “The AI” had lost the plot as a result of “The Mayday” and its programming had glitched and we thought no more about it.

Then Dave spotted the DroneCrane, hurling towards the recharging station, it pulled off a miraculous manoeuvre, planting itself in a whirl of grass and dust, near the spare battery beams.

Luckily Sandy was on the case and he figured out what the Drone and the AI were possibly up to?”

“So Bert, you are telling me the AI had a plan, all on its own?”

“Well, one of the programmers it turns out had been a bit of a dreamer and had thought a few scenarios out, that were way beyond what we were asking for with the drone. The bosses at the drones programming department had decided to let him tinker away, for marketing purposes to show or display what the drone might eventually be able to do… none of us or even he himself thought the thing would take it into its own hands to display this kind of assistance, just at the word “Mayday” it was a glitch, but let’s say a handy glitch that day”.

“So, I was just about out for the count, but I managed to get the glider slowly turned around and heading back to the field and stuck it on auto and trimmed the thing not to fall out of the sky and headed back, with some wishful thinking about actually landing the thing, but that’s when I passed out completely”.
“Pat was beside himself trying to raise me on the radio, there was just no response from me but they could see I was heading back and flying straight and level, looking like the autopilot was flying the thing”

“Dave and Sandy had been busy, and had exchanged the battery beams, and locked the new ones in place, and had had to “hit the dirt”, as the Drone didn’t wait for them to get clear, it just shot straight up, and hurtled off skywards, scaring the shit out of the two of them.

“So, Bert, they got back and told Pat of these strange goings on?”

“Aye, then the blue intercept line lit up again and plotted the intercept between the now speeding drone and my glider, Pat couldn’t believe his eyes, and he had nothing to base any of these actions on, he just watched on”.

“The wee prick had by this time sneaked back into the field and managed to get past Dave and Sandy and was at the back of the dome, taking notes gleefully, hoping this would end in tears, the wee bastard. Dave spotted him, but just left him, as he was busy trying to figure out what was happening like everyone else”.

“So, did you wake up, for your blissful state?”