the smuggler’s bible

Ciprian

The intercom squawks and renders something—perhaps a message—composed primarily of static. There is a tinge, so slight, of meaning to it as well.

“But I have to acknowledge,” Ciprian says, “that this might be an interpretation generated in part by my own biases.”

“I think it was just the captain. Look, everyone is fastening their seatbelts. That’s how this goes.”

“Correlation does not—”

“Ciprian. If it was important, the flight attendant will repeat it.”

“Imagine that,” Ciprian says. “Redundancies for critical systems. The first sensible thing I’ve heard today.”

“It’s airplanes, man. Try not to perceive, just endure.”