The cabin lights are dimmed down, and the slow drone of the jumbo jet’s engines reverberates through the cabin like a drowsy swarm of bees. In seat 42A next to his dozing parents, Sam scrolled through images of his family’s recent holiday. Smiling and laughing faces flit across the screen of his iPad, encouraged by the gentle swipe of his finger.
Even though it was on flight mode, the icon for an incoming email catches his attention. ‘SAM. FOR YOUR EYES ONLY’, appears in the subject bar. His curious and sometimes reckless nature gets the better of him, and he taps on the message –
‘HI Sam. My name is Alias 3. I live in the 26th century. You need to know that the future of the world hangs in the balance. If something isn’t done soon, we’ll both cease to exist. How I found you doesn’t matter right now. I need you to trust me, and I need you to do something. Something important. Something brave. Something dangerous. Just reply ‘OK’ and I’ll send you the details, but do it quick, I’m being watched – and so are you!’
Sam looked up and warily scanned the cabin. His head buzzed with possibilities. 1) It’s a joke. 2) He’s asleep and dreaming. 3) He has to save the world.