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Flippin’ Jersey's avatar

Now do a random protein, vital to any living organism, randomly assembled itself.

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Ed Meyer's avatar

Back in the day, when I was much younger and had much less sense, I was a helicopter pilot in the USAF. One night in the early 1980's, I was flying over central Germany in December in really bad weather in really bad icing conditions and and trying to understand an Air Traffic Controller who was giving me instructions in really bad English. This was a problem as I couldn't talk to him in German as my grasp of German was limited to ordering a frikadelle, a beer, and to asking where the bathroom was. So along with the execrable weather, there were language barriers that were making things just that much worse.

There were other aircraft in the sky and the pitch of the ATC dude's voice kept climbing as he worked to keep me out of everybody else's way and I kept having to ask him to repeat things and was generally being an American pain in his ass.

The icing was really becoming a problem as my helo did not have an anti-icing system and the Flight Manual was very specific in stating that if you encountered severe icing conditions, you were to descend immediately as severe icing buildup on the blades could result in the aircraft embarking on a sequence of rapid kinetic disassembly. I tried to impress upon the ATC dude that I really needed to descend out of the icing levels but he kept telling me to maintain my altitude. So there was a lot going on in the cockpit and my stress levels were pretty high also.

While all this was going on, sitting next to me in the copilot seat, was my copilot. His name was Scott. Nice guy and we got along well. And he was sitting over there talking about the beauty he found in the mathematics of fractals.

Now normally, the duties of the copilot are pretty much to just sit there, keep quiet, and to not touch anything. Occasionally, to make them feel useful, I would ask them to change a radio frequency or to hand me the instrument approach charts or to grab that pencil I just dropped. There were times when their participation became more useful, and this was definitely one of those times. And he was talking about fractals.

Scott's mind operated at rarified altitudes most normal people never suspect exist. I have no idea how he made it through flight school as he was incapable of grasping the mundanities of keeping his mind on the basic fundamentals of flight and aircraft control. He was always talking about some shit nobody had ever heard of before (like fractals), much less understood, but whatever it was sure sounded interesting and his enthusiasm was contagious. Scott was liked and tolerated by the rest of us, but when we got back that night, I pulled him aside and told him that he really needed to find a different way to make a living as he had no business being a pilot. He laughed and agreed.

I imagine flying with you would be a lot like flying with Scott.

Over the years, I occasionally wonder what he wound up doing. Whatever it was, I'll bet I've never heard of it.

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