Brothers Evan and Bruce McCormick produced the first hyperspace drive in a red barn in Kansas. The first flight proved enormously successful; getting home was the problem. The controller, cobbled from Bruce’s Sega game system proved inadequate for control.
Evan gently pushed the tiny joystick throttle.
Icebergs. Not in Kansas.
African Savannah. Still, no.
A green field and a red barn lay before them. “We’re back in Kansas!” crowed Bruce.
“Let’s be sure,” said Evan. He leaned out the window to a stunned farmer. “Excuse me. Is this Greenville, Kansas?”
The farmer grimaced uncertainly, “Eh…Parlez vous Francais?”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/02/19/21-february-2020/
One of my favorite quotes comes from the pilot of an SR-71 — a plane capable of flying at Mach 3, or more than 2,000 miles per hour:
“You’ve never been lost until you’ve been lost at Mach 3.”
—(Paul F. Crickmore -test pilot)
And of course, the inspiration for this story’s title.