Hidden from the World

Eastern seaboard May 2160 Hansen sat in the control seat of the small Explorer Class flying vehicle which instantly came to life when it registered his presence. The dashboard in front of him lit up and the reassuring feminine A.I. voice he always used spoke to him. ‘Greetings Professor Hansen, your planned trip has been cleared by the Board of Control and the coordinates logged into my system. The weather is clear and radiation levels in the target area are stable...