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To circle the world was a challenge, and perhaps, it was my dream but that all faded when the signals became jaded and lost. I disappeared, along with Fred Noonan and the Lockheed Model 10 Electra. According to books and the 'internet', my loss sparked numerous searches that ultimately ended with nothing much in particular. There exist theories which say that perhaps my plane crashed in the raging sea or perhaps that we survived and returned under different aliases, but what really did happen to me?

My plane was lost amidst grey clouds and growling winds, and yet we still carried on into the unknown. The radio had failed, of course it did but now I know that the distortions of time could have hindered such communication. Oh the wonders of modern science. We had entered a ripple in time, or so I theorize, and we did not even know till our plane cruised out of the cloud and over a land we did not recognize. Here, in this foreign world that was the same Earth, we landed into the future, and found it to be both unnerving and glorious.

Stuck in this time, we exited our plane and stared at booming giants with jet-engines and the wonders of technology come true. To us, ours dreams were the future, and here, it had all came true. That day, we made a decision to stay, in our new present and live a new life, free from the past. With money procured by selling our plane to an interested buyer who believed the plane to be a perfect recreation, we moved on to find new horizons.

Here in this new world, we looked to the skies and found eternal joy at the achievements of humanity. With rockets, we surged to the skies and we smiled, knowing that humanity had reached the stars. On the ground, we marveled at all the progress we made as one but yet, we found sadness in the cycle of war and death, a sad constant. In all, we still believed in the future, and in the fragile plans that turn dreams into planes. No matter what, we must always look to sky and believe that one day, we will fly.

With a smirk, I turn the model plane in my hand and stare at the first un-manned rocket to be launched into space. Our dreams will never die.

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To circle the world was a challenge, and perhaps, it was my dream but that all faded when the signals became jaded and lost. I disappeared, along with Fred Noonan and the Lockheed Model 10 Electra. According to books and the 'internet', my loss sparked numerous searches that ultimately ended with nothing much in particular. There exist theories which say that perhaps my plane crashed in the raging sea or perhaps that we survived and returned under different aliases, but what really did happen to me?

My plane was lost amidst grey clouds and growling winds, and yet we still carried on into the unknown. The radio had failed, of course it did but now I know that the distortions of time could have hindered such communication. Oh the wonders of modern science. We had entered a ripple in time, or so I theorize, and we did not even know till our plane cruised out of the cloud and over a land we did not recognize. Here, in this foreign world that was the same Earth, we landed into the future, and found it to be both unnerving and glorious.

Stuck in this time, we exited our plane and stared at booming giants with jet-engines and the wonders of technology come true. To us, ours dreams were the future, and here, it had all came true. That day, we made a decision to stay, in our new present and live a new life, free from the past. With money procured by selling our plane to an interested buyer who believed the plane to be a perfect recreation, we moved on to find new horizons.

Here in this new world, we looked to the skies and found eternal joy at the achievements of humanity. With rockets, we surged to the skies and we smiled, knowing that humanity had reached the stars. On the ground, we marveled at all the progress we made as one but yet, we found sadness in the cycle of war and death, a sad constant. In all, we still believed in the future, and in the fragile plans that turn dreams into planes. No matter what, we must always look to sky and believe that one day, we will fly.

With a smirk, I turn the model plane in my hand and stare at the first un-manned rocket to be launched into space. Our dreams will never die.