Missing flight 370

I've listen to every snippet of information that's reported on television about the mysterious disappearance of the Malaysian plane, flight 370. Speculation of what happened, how, why and where has the whole world wondering if this mystery will ever be solved.

When I first heard there was a missing plane, I lamented the tragedy of such a horrific lost of life, 500 souls at one time.

In recent years, we have become used to (if not blasé), about mega deaths and mega happenings.

Before WWII we used to shudder when reports of events listed several fatalities. The prior patriotic deaths during wars were deemed acceptable, but the shocking Holocaust in WWII prepared us for mega deaths and mega events. Since then, genocides and wanton killing of citizens by tyrants and dictators is daily fare on TV. Fanatical religious groups plan and study the killing of large numbers of people and elements of extreme nature, floods, hurricanes and winter storms are causing mega disruptions of towns and cities. Severe droughts are turning agricultural lands into mega deserts. We are getting used to mega changes in mega bursts. Is it any wonder that flight 370 has become a mega mystery?

The history of planes being hi-jacked by religious extremists has led to speculation that flight 370 was deliberately flown off course for nefarious reasons. Reports of data being pieced together by manufactures and aviation agencies allows imagined scenarios of what may have happened in the cockpit and may even solve the mystery.

Regardless of the real happenings, I imagine a scenario that is one of heroism and bravery. In my alternate history, the pilots, honest, brave and dedicated to the safety of passengers, surreptitiously left clues as they were overwhelmed and control of the plane was taken from them. The odd remark, “good night” at the last check point which didn't follow protocol may have been their last indication that something was wrong. In my scenario, the pilots, under supervision from some criminal element, made every effort to keep the plane in the air as long as there was fuel. Contemplating what transpired on board then is just too horrible to think about.

In my fictional world, I can have a miracle. I imagine the possibility that the plane flew to another country on purpose and so my imaginary plane lands safely; the authorities are able to arrest hijackers and keep pilots and passengers safe.

If only that fiction became reality...


Van Gogh In Alternate Universe
by Aisa Mijeno