In the pantheon of modern aviation and early deep-space transit, certain names carry weight: the pioneers, the record-breakers, the ones who don’t flinch when the red lights start flashing.
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“People think I walked into this,” she says, nursing a black coffee that has long gone cold. “My dad flew these same routes forty years ago, yeah. But he flew boxy haulers with no AI assist and a navigation system that ran on literal tape. I didn’t inherit the rank. I inherited the migraines.” In the pantheon of modern aviation and early