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Rise of the machines? I don't know, but this just happened to me:
After a long flight, I'm landing my 737 at Houston, TX. Perfect
approach, everything looks great. The lady in the tower gives me the
clear-to-land - ILS on 33R. Just before landing I notice that the
runway is not _exactly_ clear, but there is a tiny speck smack in
the middle of it, that upon closer examination, turns out to be a
conceit AI, just sitting there in his shiny new Cessna, evidently
enjoying the sunset! "Go around!" says the controller lady, and I go
around.
One "circle" later. Good approach, set on final, got my blessing
from that princess in the tower. 30 seconds before touchdown, with
a sharp turn from the left comes another arrogant AI, and lands his
dirty DC-something, full with smug fat AI passengers, on _my_ runway!
While I'm making a desperate maneuvre to avoid hitting the
DC-something, that witch from the tower comes on the radio - "Go
around!!!" tells me, her voice sounding as if it's all my fault!
Another loop on the merry-go-round. Turning toward the airport, that
controller monster asks me to land visual on 33L, which is shorter,
narrower, and in any other respect inferior to _my_ 33R. Why?! 33R
too good for me?! I do not deserve ILS?! Or maybe there was another
planeload of tiny AIs in hurry to meet their little AI families
somewhere inside my computer; who knows, I may splash on their clean
nice AI-only runway, or something, so then _they_ might have to go
around! Nooo, we cannot have this, nooo...
So, I _finally_ land on 33L, then exit the runway ("when able", says
that witch, jabbing at my already sea-level-and-going-down self-
esteem), and come to a jarring stop, fourth in a long line of
stationar AI planes. In a few seconds they begin doing this: inch
ahead, stop, inch ahead, stop, inch ahead, stop... I feel like I'm
on highway 101! They were probably are all looking in their rear-
view mirrors, making fun of me...
At some point all movement stops. Waiting, waiting, waiting...
Nothing! I hop down from the plane (switch to external view), to
check what's the matter. The first of the planes on my taxiway is
standing at an intersection, and a 747 is standing on the other
side. They don't move. Exchanging pleasantries, I assume - "You
first, sir!", "No, you first, please!", "No, nooo, please, you
first!" ...
All the time while I'm waiting I could just imagine all that AIs
from the DC-something, sitting in the arrivals lounge cafe, their
little fat AI kids having fun poiting their little greasy fingers
at me.
Just when I was seriously considering should I cut short through
the grass to my assigned gate, the two over-polite gentlemen finally
reach a consensus, and the 747 guy reluctantly goes first.
This time I finally reach my gate! And what a gate it is!!! The
painted taxiway toward it is no wider than a Cessna to go through!
Only mine is that narrow - all around there are many oversized
gates. All empty!!!
But they are reserved...
For AIs!!!
....
Scary...
--
Alex
Rise of the machines? I don't know, but this just happened to me:
After a long flight, I'm landing my 737 at Houston, TX. Perfect
approach, everything looks great. The lady in the tower gives me the
clear-to-land - ILS on 33R. Just before landing I notice that the
runway is not _exactly_ clear, but there is a tiny speck smack in
the middle of it, that upon closer examination, turns out to be a
conceit AI, just sitting there in his shiny new Cessna, evidently
enjoying the sunset! "Go around!" says the controller lady, and I go
around.
One "circle" later. Good approach, set on final, got my blessing
from that princess in the tower. 30 seconds before touchdown, with
a sharp turn from the left comes another arrogant AI, and lands his
dirty DC-something, full with smug fat AI passengers, on _my_ runway!
While I'm making a desperate maneuvre to avoid hitting the
DC-something, that witch from the tower comes on the radio - "Go
around!!!" tells me, her voice sounding as if it's all my fault!
Another loop on the merry-go-round. Turning toward the airport, that
controller monster asks me to land visual on 33L, which is shorter,
narrower, and in any other respect inferior to _my_ 33R. Why?! 33R
too good for me?! I do not deserve ILS?! Or maybe there was another
planeload of tiny AIs in hurry to meet their little AI families
somewhere inside my computer; who knows, I may splash on their clean
nice AI-only runway, or something, so then _they_ might have to go
around! Nooo, we cannot have this, nooo...
So, I _finally_ land on 33L, then exit the runway ("when able", says
that witch, jabbing at my already sea-level-and-going-down self-
esteem), and come to a jarring stop, fourth in a long line of
stationar AI planes. In a few seconds they begin doing this: inch
ahead, stop, inch ahead, stop, inch ahead, stop... I feel like I'm
on highway 101! They were probably are all looking in their rear-
view mirrors, making fun of me...
At some point all movement stops. Waiting, waiting, waiting...
Nothing! I hop down from the plane (switch to external view), to
check what's the matter. The first of the planes on my taxiway is
standing at an intersection, and a 747 is standing on the other
side. They don't move. Exchanging pleasantries, I assume - "You
first, sir!", "No, you first, please!", "No, nooo, please, you
first!" ...
All the time while I'm waiting I could just imagine all that AIs
from the DC-something, sitting in the arrivals lounge cafe, their
little fat AI kids having fun poiting their little greasy fingers
at me.
Just when I was seriously considering should I cut short through
the grass to my assigned gate, the two over-polite gentlemen finally
reach a consensus, and the 747 guy reluctantly goes first.
This time I finally reach my gate! And what a gate it is!!! The
painted taxiway toward it is no wider than a Cessna to go through!
Only mine is that narrow - all around there are many oversized
gates. All empty!!!
But they are reserved...
For AIs!!!
....
Scary...
--
Alex
Superbly written 
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