Airplane-2023

Fanfic of the 1980 Robert Hays air-transit comedy-gem about 'incomplete-distances' readings to Earthling travel's (uncertain) dodecahedrons.

A nod to mod-Earth transit 'intrigue' with this fanfic of that original comedy-gem Airplane! (Robert Hays). Thanks for reading! 

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AMLAN: This '23-flight to New Zealand has 'mark' for what's treasured for Earthling-dialysis, pal.

RAKI: Surely do; in deed, we've become men of earned flyer-time; and your ex is an attendant!

AMLAN: Don't mention Esmerelda; we've parted-ways; since then, I've become a cyber-art dealer.

RAKI: Perchance she'll find some figurine-image that will draw her back into your lap, Amlan Satan.

AMLAN: Doubts, pal; let's at least make for Facebook-like in air-transit dodecahedrons.

O'Hare had seen much in its rich history of 'incomplete-distances' readings for hospitality up in the air, which is where Amlan/Raki found themselves placed for a flight all the way to New Zealand, but Amlan was pensive his ex (wife) was on-board as a flight-attendant and thinking deeply (now) why 2023 year's travel abroad would stir some 'Facebook-like' intelligence (for the Ego).

MRS. POTTER: I need a window-seat, if you (surely do and must) please.

ESMERELDA (Stewardess): There's an African gent already in the seat you seek.

MRS. POTTER: My husband just passed, and I want to be treated royally, if you please!

ESMERELDA: Look, Mrs. Potter...this isn't a Facebook-convenience; your ticket isn't window.

MRS. POTTER: Not Facebook like (damn).

When they got on-board, a terrorist jumped up and declared his 'agenda' to route the flight to Paris, for some pre-Olympics 'blood-diamond examination message' for insurance paranoia, and that's when Raki jumped onto his back and snatched the assembled plastic gun-device the psycho made in the plane-bathroom (for the Ego).

AMLAN: This food is simplified divinity, Ezzy.

ESMERELDA: I'm not allowing you to win me back, sweetheart.

AMLAN: I'll get us something, a figurine/art, which you'll think divine!

ESMERELDA: I'm not from Mars; my memory's human; enjoy your crab-pork sweet salad.

AMLAN: Esmerelda, it ain't the same 'aroma' without ya (damn).

ESMERELDA: Look, tend to your traumatized hero-pal (on-board)...Mr. Raki.

AMLAN: Damn it...I need you back in my world of art(s), Ezzy.

ESMERELDA: Damn you for making me rethink my consciousness (now).

AMLAN: This food is divine.

ESMERELDA: Thanx.

What would or could Esmerelda think/say/do but to find that incomplete-lines reading for all that'd become transit uncertainties in Earth-year '23? When Amlan proposed marriage (reconciliation), while everyone was cheering for his hero-pal (Raki), Amlan was confident he'd draw some figurine-art for patriot-lore in the 'visage' of his dear-ex (Ezzy). Was this to be Facebook-like (for the Ego)?

RAKI: Look what they gave me (present)!

AMLAN: You earned it with that on-board psycho-fencing, pal.

RAKI: So...you're getting remarried (reconciliation).

AMLAN: All doubts departed...it was Airplane-2023 dodecahedrons.

RAKI: Damn.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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