Sci-Fi Saturday: Amateur Night


“He needs to choose a vector and then stick
To it,” the caller screamed. “He’s going to kill
Somebody!” “All right, calm down ma’am, but quick,
Describe it. Make and model? Color? We’ll
Do all we can, but there’s a thousand cars
In all those air lanes. Which of them’s the one?”
“The one that’s flying drunk! Oh no, my stars!
He’s pointing upwards now, towards the sun!”
“How many lanes above him?” “Um, a lot.”
She disconnected then. “All units, we
Have yet another wrong-way flyer, plot
And course unknown, with no description, the
Last vector upwards.” “Dispatch, it’s right here.
I’m giving chase, and Happy damn New Year.”


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