She’d Sworn Never to Fly Again. Then Someone Poisoned the Co-Pilot Six Miles Over the Atlantic

“You’re not fighting the airplane.

You’re fighting a corrupted signal.

The flight-control computer is arguing with your inputs, and every time you pull, you’re feeding the argument.

Let go of that channel and take a clean one.”

He looked at me for half a second — the whole decision in that look.

“How do you know that?”

“Because I’ve felt a control override fail before,” I said.

“I know what it does to your hands.”