'Hey Rod, tomorrow I'm taking my little airplane out to see what it can do. I'll see ya later...' Those were the last words I ever heard my best friend speak. I never saw him again. The next day, his newly-assembled ultralight airplane disassembled in flight, for reasons suspected but officially unknown.
That tragic event occurred in December of 1984 and my friend's words are still clear. I've run that audio engram over and over, hundreds of times, each time reliving the same feeling I had when he last spoke. The memory provokes a peculiarly unsettling experience - as if my world is about to change and I must act immediately to stop it. I abhor that feeling, but I also respect it.