This is the Pilot.

This is the start of something new. Something familiar. Something.

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Transcript:

It’s 2:40am. The 12th of June. The starry sky has a few more lights in it tonight. I was one of those stars. Flying through the night sky in my prop plane, I noticed one star that really shouldn’t have been there.

It moved along the sky with me as I cut through the crisp air.

I lost track of it a few times but it never left my mind. Hours went by like minutes. The fuel gauge never waivered.

The star waivered instead.

The star fell.

My plane fell.

I continued on my flight plan.

The sky was empty, a black void that filled my view.

Blink. Mid after-noon. East-Coast.

Blink. Void.

Blink. Dawn. Prairies.

Blink. Void.

Blink. 10 minutes after sundown. Southern lakes.

Blink. Void.

Blink. Golden Hour. Rockies.

Blink.

Blink.

Blink.

My plane is back. The star is not.

I am not the Pilot.

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This is Vending Machine Airwaves.

You are not alone. According to our records. You never will be.

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