Scene opens: a still of a helicopter with blades sheared off after colliding with an electrical pole, sparks are spraying from the severed power lines. You can see the passenger seat, there’s a man in a jumpsuit peeling a nectarine painted like a grenade, looking worried and shouting. The camera pans to the pilot’s seat with a scrappy brunette a determined, but concerned look on her face. Cue record scratch.
Brunette: “Yup, that’s me. You’re probably wondering how I got here.”
This just made me think… people always complain about missing out on a future that promised them flying cars. Turns out that we have flying cars now. We just call them “helicopters” and it turns out they’re hard as fuck to operate.
Final words: “I’ll just raw dog a helicopter. How hard can it be?”
Scene opens: a still of a helicopter with blades sheared off after colliding with an electrical pole, sparks are spraying from the severed power lines. You can see the passenger seat, there’s a man in a jumpsuit peeling a nectarine painted like a grenade, looking worried and shouting. The camera pans to the pilot’s seat with a scrappy brunette a determined, but concerned look on her face. Cue record scratch.
Brunette: “Yup, that’s me. You’re probably wondering how I got here.”
Screen fades to black. End scene.
This just made me think… people always complain about missing out on a future that promised them flying cars. Turns out that we have flying cars now. We just call them “helicopters” and it turns out they’re hard as fuck to operate.
A Cessna is also a flying car and they’re easy to operate.
and all it takes to own one is millions of dollars!