7 March 2018
I am a pilot. By I, I mean, the guy who narrated the story. I, by the way, am just the author of this story, in whose imagination, the narrator did narrate his narration. So, from now on, everytime I say I, I don’t mean I, but instead refer to him.
I was just promoted to the prestigious position of captain of a Boring 747. Previously, I was just a pilot in AirPus A380. The flight plan was to fly under the sea level, destroy a few submarine’s on the way, perform a landing in Mariana Trench along with the co-pilot who was French, in an attempt to drench the bench full of Passengers who were hanging out on the flight roof.
But I was a person of unimaginable courage. By which I mean that I could never ever imagine that there existed an emotion called courage. But that was the past. That was when I was alive. Now I am not, by the way!
At this point I, by this I, I mean I, the real I, the author I, was really scared. But soon I learned not to judge a person based on whether he was alive or dead! Okay, now back to the narrator I, again.
I was extremely afraid to disobey my boss’ orders. But my co-pilot said that we should, at least for once, perform a swooping dive, from the outermost layers of the atmosphere to the deepest depth of the planet.
I must agree, that I agreed to agree. I shyly climbed up higher and higher. I flew sky high and then began the drop. But unfortunately, our flight was on reverse gear and we flew further away from Earth. Ultimately, we landed on Mars. This made Melon Musk and Beff Bezos seriously upset.
Actually we had crash landed on Mars, which is why I am not alive anymore.
I, again the author I, have no idea why on Earth, I mean, on Mars, did he narrate this awkward story. If you read this entirely, then please comment an appreciable reason. I am totally clueless. SO AM I. Wait, are you still here? I AM EVERYWHERE! Oh My God…