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　We went to August 23rd in the morning by the Time Machine as it was the day my father performed the auto-pilot flight for the business meeting, went to the Chinese restaurant, latter headed for the karaoke lounge and on the way was run over in the middle of the street. Well, Doc and I were still wearing the black suits that we had been wearing at the wake and I was still in my thirties. And the black suits seemed to be good for reconnaissance although my age didn’t really matter. By the way, Doc had extracted whole lot of detailed information from the man at the wake in the garden that I thought he might have used witchcraft. No, no, he isn’t a wizard. He is a scientist! So while driving to my Father’s company I said to Doc, “I’m so surprised you got so much information out of that　guy.” So he said, “Cause, I applied the ‘Brain Prospective Apparatus’.”
　Then we arrived at the company and looked for the airstrip where the demo flight was performed. The company is located in the suburbs and we drove around for a while and found the airstrip in the site. It was on a large grassy field surrounded by a fence. We pulled up slowly and parked the car outside the fence. From the car window we could see the runway and apron. The runway seemed to be about 400 feet long and 60 feet wide, which was too small for real aircraft. So we thought it must be the airstrip for R.C. aircraft.
　In the Apron near the runway were several aircrafts that seemed much smaller than real aircrafts i.e. R.C. aircrafts. Anyhow, it was such a nice place like a park. And beyond the apron was a small hut, which we thought to be a toilet and beyond the toilet was a building probably the company building. We could see what was going on in detail because Doc had two binoculars.
“Well, I guess the demo flight will soon start.” Doc said.
　In fact various people were gathering at the apron. And it seemed that a kind of ‘event’ was going to be held. And Doc said, “Your father will perform the autopilot flight. And if it were successful, they'd succeed in the business meeting.”
“Then they will go to the Chinese restaurant ‘Flying Squid’.”
“Precisely.”
“And my father will lie sprawled out on a crossing shouting, ‘I’ve done it!!’”
“Oh, yes. And the truck will…”
“Oh my god!”
“So, something must be done!”
　While we were talking, it seemed that the demo flight was about to start. We looked toward the apron to find three R.C. aircrafts that seemed to be ‘brand new’. And on each vertical stabilizer, numbers ‘1’, ‘2’, and ‘3’ were written respectively. Anyway, I could see the numbers clearly with Doc’s binoculars.
　Then I looked around and spotted a person very much like my father coming out of the building, wearing a gray suit and snobbish sunglasses, holding a transmitter for R.C aircraft and whistling. I thought that the song my father was whistling must be ‘Take it easy’ cause it was his favorite song, though I couldn’t hear him with the binoculars. Then he went into the hut i.e. the toilet. So, Doc said,
“This is going to be a great chance!”
“Oh why is it a great chance?”
“Anyhow! Well, keep on looking!”
　Then my father came out of the toilet and walked to the apron holding the transmitter while whistling. And as soon as he arrived, he started talking to one of the staffs and other staff were busy preparing the planes for the flight. Then five or six people, most of whom were fat, behaved with an air of importance and were smoking cigars arrived at the apron and sat on the folding chairs that had been prepared for them. I thought they must be the top executives of the company, which wanted to buy the R.C Auto-pilot system. Anyhow, Doc’s binoculars gave us fantastic field of view!
　And after a while, my father made a gesture of thumbs up. Then one of the staff started the engine of R.C. aircraft number ‘1’. So we could see the exhaust smoke. And my father controlled the aircraft as it began to taxi to the end of the runway, then turned and stopped. It seemed that the aircraft was cleared for takeoff.
　Soon after that, we heard a loud ‘Boom’ and the aircraft took off beautifully and kept on flying stably for a while. So I was looking at the aircraft with naked eyes and my father with the binoculars in turn. I could see him controlling the aircraft moving the sticks of the transmitter.
　Then my father flicked a switch in the left anterior of the transmitter and this was surprising enough, but he put the transmitter on the ground and dangled his hands by his side! But the aircraft was still flying stably and finally landed on the runway perfectly. The autopilot system that my father and other staff developed worked like clockwork. Then the executives stood up and applauded. And one of them who seemed to be the most important stepped up to my father and shook hands. And watching so far, we drove back to Doc’s laboratory.
“Your father flies R.C. aircraft and he also developed an autopilot system!”
“It is really something, isn’t it?”
“Of course, yes. But I’m clumsy and I can’t do such things.”
“No, no, you are skillful cause you fixed my bike in an instant!”
“Still I can’t fly R.C. aircraft brilliantly. My fingers always tremble.”
“Wow, you’ve flown R.C. aircraft as well!”