(Just like the last story entry, any similarity to any persons living or dead, or to any real life situations, is entirely coincidence. This entire story is fictitious.)
An old Japanese man by the name of Daisuke was en route to the United States - he was the CEO of a major global software firm, and a meeting with rival corporation Microsoft to discuss a possible merge. The meeting was planned for July 15, 2658, but Daisuke was planning ahead and had left several days early. He should arrive in the U.S. in three more hours.
There was one problem, however, in that the old CEO's private jet airliner's air conditioning was broken. His repair crew had promised to have it repaired by the time Daisuke was supposed to leave, but the job had gone so slow that it was too late for them to finish before their boss had to leave. And so off he went into the sky, in ninety degree summer weather. Now, he was too busy shifting about in his seat in significant discomfort and sipping from his twentieth bottle of cold water to be able to relax.
"This heat is unbearable! How much longer until we touch down?!"
The pilot leaned from his seat to face the irate CEO and told him it would still be two and a half hours until they reached their destination. And he and his co-pilot had to agree with Daisuke about the heat, it was making piloting the plane extremely difficult. Fortunately, the repair crew had tagged along and were still busy doing their repairs. Even though they were working as fast as they possibly could under all the heat and pressure, the weather almost claimed their lives when the pilot passed out from heat exhaustion. The co-pilot, thankfully, was able to take over, and soon enough the air conditioning was fully repaired and operational.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Daisuke moved under a vent and cooled himself off, a long overdue blast of cool air hitting him right on his face. The plane landed in the United States a couple of hours later without further incident.
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