In
the silent sky just after 2 pm. when the only sound was that of
minimalist hum from the approaching city and barely discernible
whoosh of the stealth drone's passage through nimbus clouds Lt. Cork
went over a checklist in his mind of tasks to be executed in the
nearing future. The lights of Yongbyong would be a change of the darkness of the tight cabin's dim green status display. Lt. Cork hadn't given any natural language pilot
instruction to the drone's artificial intelligence persona since
ordering it to circle around from a programmed flight path to ground
zero to check out a light upon the darkened China Sea.
The
stealth drone was a smart combat infiltrator fighter craft with easy
ejection for a rider that could also pilot the drone with simple
natural language orders to the A.I. The A.I. understood ordinary
ideas about flying that any human might give it very well, and would
execute the orders safely-within combat margins of safety presently-
with self-determination and creativity allowances ample to prevent it
from crashing into the earth.
Lt.
Cork thought about the possibility of discovery by North Korean air
defense radar and the inevitable MIG that would fly out to intercept
it, or even a surface to air missile. He was confident enough in the
drones capacity to win a dogfight or spoof a missile that he was able
to concentrate again on execution of mission parameters COMPAQ
thought necessary for East Asian security.
The
drone would pop Cork out at very low altitude and egress to a wait on
station location hovering a couple of miles away. It would return
when Cork signaled for the exfiltration phase of the planning
sequence.
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