Having declared 'V1', he was committed. It wasn't like he was committed-committed, but it meant that he simply had to rotate and take-off. He knew it was a gamble but that was the best plane he could find at that point in time.

His first officer turned to him and asked, "Do you think we could have gotten a better plane?"

"Yes, I probably could. You should save your question for the past. Ask me again sometime earlier. As for this plane, I've checked the maintenance records. I've done the pre-flight checks. There's nothing more I could have done. The only thing I could do is to talk to you. And you have to realize that you exist only inside my head. You are my clone and I found you 291 days and 11 hours ago.


Now, you have control."



"I have control."