“Retard, retard,” the synthetic voice called as the radio altimeter counted down through twenty feet.
“Reverse thrust,” Markus said.
“Flaps 3,” Markus said calmly. “Speed 140.”
Markus pulled the thrust levers to idle. The Airbus flared. For one second, they floated—suspended between the mountains, the sunset, and the cold digital perfection of Aerosoft’s masterpiece.
“This is insane,” Lena whispered.