The refugees, 2nd draft

Lost flight

This is a transcription of a broadcast sent to all the universes. None of the content here or anywhere else will be precise but it is as close as the writers can get to what happened. If any other person or persons hears the broadcast or similar, they are welcome to write what they hear.

June 18, 2016

   Location: physics-based universe 160, sol three, physical circle, Sapien cluster

   The China Eastern Airlines Plane had been in the air for 3 hours when the plane suddenly faltered, struck by strong turbulence, & began to fall. The wind carried traces of Lothringin which damaged the plane's electronics.

   Arkan

I was near the front of the plane looking through the settings on my computer, trying to hack through the security system my friend had placed around it.

There was a kid sitting next to me that was probably no more than 14 years old, I'm rather sure he was an orphan but whoever was his guardian I didn't see. "How do you have internet?" He immediately asked me once I opened my computer. I pulled out a small mobile hotspot that I kept in my backpack & said, "It's powerful enough to reach the entire plane & I encoded a system that hides any device on the network."

He nodded & was silent for about five minutes then he said, "Good network." I looked at his screen, which he had turned so I could look, & I saw that he had gotten to the code behind the darkening system.

"No gaps, no backdoors, no mistakes as far as I could tell. Good job." I nodded & was about to thank him when he said, "however, though the security is built really well I can still attack it," at this he pressed ctl-shift-t then clicked on the code screen & pressed enter, "& disable the overall security." I looked at my screen, where a pop up had appeared that a virus had hit the system.

I opened it & began to try & figure out how the virus had gotten past. After an hour he could not think of any more ways to damage my system & instead began to attack my computer. We then began to attack each other's computers, with him doing a particularly good job of avoiding my attacks & damaging my systems.

I learned that he was named Falon, an orphan kept in private schools with highly protected systems around them, I could have gotten through but that would've taken time & he wasn't giving me much. He was evasive when I asked him about his life too. I couldn't help but admire this kid who could rival me in electronics, I decided to teach him and, when we landed, to offer him a job at my company, Akran security.

Then, just about 2 hours & 45 minutes after we had taken off, we felt a bit of turbulence rattling the plane, I looked out the window & realized that there were no clouds. I immediately placed my computer in my bag then and motioned for Falon to follow suit. He did and I took out a book from my bag to read. Falon took out a copy of the art of war, the art of f*****g war.

I had grabbed war and peace.

Ligh

I noticed the turbulence a few seconds in. I always hated turbulence; I was normally fine with flying but turbulence I had always hated. I was doing math to pass the time.

A bit of backstory for me, I was in Oxford then, now it does not matter, does it? I had decided to go to China for spring break that is my heritage, some of my grandparents were Chinese, also the Chinese traditional style is, in my humble opinion, the best out there. Finals were soon so I was studying.

Also, I like math, the formulae & the words do not change & there is an easy logic to it, unlike life. I am fine with reading nonfiction, but I cannot abide by fiction it just does not make sense, fiction that explains how strange things happen like science fiction, however, are all right. My dislike for fiction is why my sections of the following tales will be meticulously explained, no 'magic' as the explanation for something if I can prevent it!