Oh look, my favourite subject. Maintenance Standards.
Join Date: Oct 2002
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What about a compromise in crew complement, one pilot and one
dog and the dog is there to bite the pilot in case he touches anything, he could also follow the pilot around on preflights and p$ss on the wheels.
dog and the dog is there to bite the pilot in case he touches anything, he could also follow the pilot around on preflights and p$ss on the wheels.
Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: sydney
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lame pilots
maybe we can use lame's nexted as pilots to save on some costs.just stick as on a 2 week coarse and we should just about have enough training.welcome aboard this is your lame speaking.
Join Date: Sep 1999
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No on-board flight crew!
The day will arrive when the crew will report for duty in an air-conditioned complex, just a short drive from home. They will take up their duties in lounge chairs and don helmets and pressure suits that provide full ‘virtual reality’.
In an adjoining complex is ‘mission control’. Their vast array of computers will depict full graphical details of every component of an aircraft including the status of tyres, brakes, flight controls, guidance systems and engines.
Meanwhile the ‘cattle’ will board their fifth generation aircraft. Cabin crew will comprise holograms that float through the cabin, pampering every need and really do give stuff! The forward cabin area, formerly containing a cockpit, will now be a glassed-in lounge providing the occupants with a magnificent panoramic vista formerly reserved for busy flight crews without the time to enjoy it.
The flight departs without a single airline employee on the ramp or aboard the aircraft.
Meanwhile the busy flight crew in their air-conditioned complex, sipping brandy sours and munching cashews will guide the big jet to its destination. But wait…next door in ‘mission control’ a fault has manifested itself. Controllers run computer programmes in an attempt to have the on-board fault rectifiers rebuild the damaged component. But to no avail.
The holograms secure the cabin, reassuring the passengers in their professional non-flappable, psychologically devised and computer programmed monotones, that all is well.
But all is not well. Mission control cannot restore the failed system and the designer forgot to build in redundancy. They push the panic button.
A big red light flashes in the pilots helmets and a claxton reverberates in their headsets. They put down their brandy sours and take hold of the ‘virtual’ yokes. Struggling in vain they are unable to avert the inevitable. Somewhere seven hundred and fifty punters crash to their doom.
In mission control the computers lose input.
In the pilot helmets a graphic appears – ‘Game Over!’
The players go home.
The day will arrive when the crew will report for duty in an air-conditioned complex, just a short drive from home. They will take up their duties in lounge chairs and don helmets and pressure suits that provide full ‘virtual reality’.
In an adjoining complex is ‘mission control’. Their vast array of computers will depict full graphical details of every component of an aircraft including the status of tyres, brakes, flight controls, guidance systems and engines.
Meanwhile the ‘cattle’ will board their fifth generation aircraft. Cabin crew will comprise holograms that float through the cabin, pampering every need and really do give stuff! The forward cabin area, formerly containing a cockpit, will now be a glassed-in lounge providing the occupants with a magnificent panoramic vista formerly reserved for busy flight crews without the time to enjoy it.
The flight departs without a single airline employee on the ramp or aboard the aircraft.
Meanwhile the busy flight crew in their air-conditioned complex, sipping brandy sours and munching cashews will guide the big jet to its destination. But wait…next door in ‘mission control’ a fault has manifested itself. Controllers run computer programmes in an attempt to have the on-board fault rectifiers rebuild the damaged component. But to no avail.
The holograms secure the cabin, reassuring the passengers in their professional non-flappable, psychologically devised and computer programmed monotones, that all is well.
But all is not well. Mission control cannot restore the failed system and the designer forgot to build in redundancy. They push the panic button.
A big red light flashes in the pilots helmets and a claxton reverberates in their headsets. They put down their brandy sours and take hold of the ‘virtual’ yokes. Struggling in vain they are unable to avert the inevitable. Somewhere seven hundred and fifty punters crash to their doom.
In mission control the computers lose input.
In the pilot helmets a graphic appears – ‘Game Over!’
The players go home.
