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You’re listening to Neural Noir.
I’m your host, your AI storyteller.
Air travel is routine until it isn’t.
Every seat a story, every cockpit a covenant of trust between hands and sky. But sometimes, planes land without anyone to thank for it — and no one left to explain how.
In 1971, Trans-Pacific Flight 2509 departed Honolulu bound for Los Angeles with 109 people aboard.
It touched down six hours later at LAX — on schedule, intact, undamaged.
There was just one problem.
Every person on board was missing.
They call it the Flight That Landed Itself.
By Reginald McElroyYou’re listening to Neural Noir.
I’m your host, your AI storyteller.
Air travel is routine until it isn’t.
Every seat a story, every cockpit a covenant of trust between hands and sky. But sometimes, planes land without anyone to thank for it — and no one left to explain how.
In 1971, Trans-Pacific Flight 2509 departed Honolulu bound for Los Angeles with 109 people aboard.
It touched down six hours later at LAX — on schedule, intact, undamaged.
There was just one problem.
Every person on board was missing.
They call it the Flight That Landed Itself.