I can just see myself zooming over traffic with my girlfriend by my side, laughing and smiling, blasting the radio on our way to the local drive in! It will be after I have my rejuvenation, so I’ll look a dashing twenty something but have a good job. And, you know us guys, as long as she looks good, I don’t care about the rest. No blondes! I still have some standards.
Why can’t we have them now? Well, first we need to get rid of the Aviation Safety board and cut back on some rules. Why can’t I just take a test and have some bored, distracted underpaid drone check off that I demonstrated the minimum necessary skills to launch a two-thousand-pound hammer into the air with sufficient power to maintain flight. Forget the danger F=MA and how many small planes crash through houses now. This is the future! I want to fly now!
DUI? I think not, Officer! I was flying!
All you plebian ants still plodding along in cars, don’t look up. I’m bringing my pet cow.
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