Quinn’s Flying Machine

Oh God, I’m fucked.

I was put on this new type of plane. After take-off, they shut down the engines, and it is supposed to keep flying, only it’s “flying” into the ground! We’re crashing and I’m the only one on board who realizes it. Because we haven’t hit the ground yet, everyone else actually thinks it’s flying. I didn’t even want to be on this plane! They told us all after we got on board and were in the air that it was a prototype and we were the lucky bunch that gets to try it…then they turned off the engines. The rest of the passengers and crew think it’s working wonderfully. After I realized it was crashing I mentioned it to a few people: they weren’t interested. I ran up and told the attendants: they wouldn’t hear it. Then I got really upset, but I couldn’t go tell the pilots. They were too busy “flying” and since no one else had a problem but me, they couldn’t be bothered. I asked out of desperation if I could have a parachute. Let me jump out and everyone else can go on “flying.” They told me it was impossible, the doors are locked, and they can’t open them just for me. I was told to go back to my seat to relax and enjoy the “flight.” You know what though? I’m calm now, I’m accepting my fate. And what comforts me is the fact that everyone on this plane will die because of their ignorance and blindness. I welcome the crash, I WANT IT!

Well we’re about 100 feet from the ground now and everyone finally realizes what is about to happen…

I’m tired of being right all the time