LEARNING TO FLY THE MACHINE

First, a note to the readers  I am not going to use part one and two  any more.  Each new story will be a continuation for the one below it.      I had used up all of my Whirly On Call time and I think the Queen decided to let me use a very simple Space Traveller in hopes to get me out of Whirly's hair, or perhaps, I  might kill myself.  I still wonder at the motive for plucking me out of a World gone mad in 2012 and bring me back to my childhood world to nurture me when I was twelve years old in 1952.  I had asked my angels many times and got the same answer.  I fit the criteria for such a privilidge.  I rather thought it was an experiment conducted by the Queen of Urserene.  But, whatever it was, I was loving it so as I had had an obsession with the past and more to the point, my past.  At any rate,  a flight instructor was on the way with my ship.  I already knew it would not even be close to what the Whooshy could do.; like time travel beyond the speed of light, make no noise, travel un-harmed into the bowels of the Earth, and simple things like that.  It was several days later that I got a phone call; it was my instructor and he told me he would set down on the school grounds two blocks South of me and for to be there at one in the morning...sharp.  He did not ask any questions; he gave intructions and hung up,  As it was 10 a.m my time, I decided to try to sleep as there was no telling how late we would be up.  Did you ever try to sleep knowing that in a few hours you were going to get a lesson in flying a space craft?.  I closed the curtains and turned on a fan for white noise.  I did get some sleep.  Awakened at ten p.m. showered and put on fresh clothes.  I sat on the couch with my alarm set at midnight.    My heart was beating fast and I felt so nervous, but maybe the instructor would be a nice extra-terrestrial.....I will tell you about it later.   (to be continued)