Elena almost laughed. "They want the view, Ben. Not the responsibility."
Then she looked forward.
Then she started the APU, the engines whined to life, and she pushed the throttles forward into the real, breathing, unfrozen world—a view no 360-degree photo could ever capture. boeing 777 cockpit 360 view
She dragged the view again, spinning 180 degrees to look out the rear cockpit windows—the little oval ports that lead into the cabin. Through them, she saw the first few rows of passenger seats. A ghost of a man in row two, just a digital artifact of a long-exposure blur, stared back. Elena almost laughed
She closed the laptop at 2:00 AM.
The crack was still there. Real. Imperfect. the engines whined to life