"Now," she said, and her voice dropped to a near-whisper. "The view that matters."
"To my left," she said, "the side stick." Her fingers brushed the controller, small as a video game joystick but weighted with the force of 250 tons. "Fly-by-wire. You don't fight this airplane. You persuade it. You tell it where you want the mass to go, and it decides the best way to get there." Airbus A330 Cockpit 360 View
She paused, listening to a phantom engine spool. Then she twisted in her seat, facing the jump seat, the camera capturing the full cathedral of the cockpit. The rear bulkhead, cluttered with circuit breakers and a small stowage bin. The windows, framing the jet bridge like a painting. "Now," she said, and her voice dropped to a near-whisper
"Start here," she said, her voice a low, calm narrating thread. "The backbone. Six interchangeable LCD screens. In front of me, the Primary Flight Display—attitude, speed, altitude. To its right, the Navigation Display. Our moving map, our electronic conscience." You don't fight this airplane