In Case of Emergency
He looks not through the window, save for once with the casual disdain of a conqueror, knowing always the real beauty is in the means of this victory over nature. This machine wrought by the will of Man, aluminium limned with lightning and smelted in Promethean fire. Seats lined not with base leather but that beautiful pleather - even the flesh of animals obsoleted by the genius of a great man. Soon he will be above the clouds, seated as a god atop the world. He contemplates nature and how she longs for violation, to be given form. For nature is a woman. And it is the purview of a man to take what longs to be taken.
"As you are seated by the exit, we require you to aid others in the event of an emergency," the stewardess says.
"Require? If I open that door, with this remarkable red lever, if I cause the ejection of the inflatable slide that can cushion me in dire circumstance, I will do so to save myself. If others are saved that is incidental. I will open it for me and me alone!"
"I think we may have to move you."
"Move me? You wish to move me? For what? The collective good? Point now to this collective. Point now without directing your hand at an individual!"
"I-Why, I can't!"
"Now you see! Now you see that I can save others only through saving myself. I can save them because a man designed that inflatable slide, designed it to give the flee-er a delightful tug in his stomach even as he flees, designed it such that he will scream not in terror, instead a cry of "wheeeeeeeeeee" will escape his lips"
"I have never been so aroused," she says.
"Then you have never seen a man. For a man takes what he wants because he wants it, knowing that only in his own will can he find salvation!"
He looks at the red lever. He looks at her. He looks at the lever. He pulls it, then slides down the yellow slide yelling "wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee."
The stewardess jumps after him.