I grew up wanting one job. Airline pilot, Air France, long-haul. Life routed me somewhere else and I became an engineer, spending my days behind screens instead of a windshield.
Flight Simulator kept the passion alive. The aircraft were right, the procedures were right, the weather was right. But every flight ended the same way: nothing had happened. No passengers depending on me, no roster, no consequence, no career.
The simulator gave me the aircraft. It never gave me the responsibility.
That gap, between flying an aircraft and doing the job, is the reason everything after this exists.
