"Flyin' First Class"

[Phillip Ellis 0]

PERSONAL LOG

0407.02

 

Phillip’s transport lifted slowly off the ground at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport; it was the last flight to the Lunar colony of New Berlin. From there he supposed he’d catch a connecting flighty to Mars.

 

As the shuttle lifted, Phillip looked around him; the few times he had flown before it had been coach aboard crowded outdated transports with babies screaming, old ladies complaining, and little kids kicking at his seatbacks.

 

But as he looked around, there weren’t any babies screaming, no old ladies were complaining about the quality of the drinks, and there weren’t any kids kick his seat backs. In fact as he looked around—there wasn’t anyone around him.

 

He tapped the button on the surprisingly cushy chair. “Umm Stewardess?”

 

A few seconds later a tall bold girl wearing a light blue uniform came in pushing a cart. “Yes Mr. Ellis?”

 

Phillip’s jaw dropped—she knew his name?

 

“Uhh, yeah” he said stammering a bit, his cheeks turning a light red. ”Uhh, I was wonderin’ where everyone else was?”

 

The stewardess giggled. “There are no other passengers in the Executive Suite.”

 

Phillip blinked, “Did you just say the Executive Suite?”

 

Again the stewardess giggled at Phillip. “Yes, I did. GE must think an awful lot of you; we’ll be stopping by New Berlin for refuel thin we will proceed onto Mars.”

 

“Well I’ll be…”

 

She winked at him. “If you need anything, give me a call, I’m at your service.”

 

With that she smiled and then pushed the cart towards the rear of the aircraft. After she left, Phillip just sat in his large comfy chair shocked the GE was flying him first first class to Mars.

 

He looked out the window to his right. Earth filled the window. He thought he could almost see his home back in Alabama, but he knew that was silly. A few minutes latter, Earth started growing smaller and smaller.

 

In a few hours he’d be in orbit of Mars. How things have changed.