But no matter what happens, we'll be watching. The lazy breeze smells of rust, carbon graphite, and the fat Sacramento River. Through the input that comes through the steering wheel, through your back, and through the sensory input you get inside the cockpit, the vehicle becomes an extension of yourself, and you operate it from that level. You are the guidance. You are so integrated with the hardware, it's like there's an absolute synergy between man and machine.
Pilots experience that, too.
They become like the head of a bird. They feel the wing tips as if they're up there flying with feathers. We yearn to fly. We ache to visit space. We play computer games that deliver the visual sensation of being the ghost in the machine.