The current year is 2241. For nearly a century, no human hand built an airplane. Why would they? The AIs handled it: logistics, routing, manufacturing, everything. Until they didn't. When the networks collapsed in the Silence of 2149, the knowledge went with them. A generation grew up without flight.

Then a salvaged maintenance manual. Then a working engine. Then, slowly, the blueprints came back.

The manifest came back too. That plain document, a name beside a seat beside a destination. In the old world it was bureaucratic wallpaper, scanned and forgotten. Now passengers frame them. A printed manifest is proof: I flew. I was on the list. I crossed the sky.

Passengers worldwide can barely contain themselves. For most, this will be their first time in the sky. The routes are uncharted. The demand is overwhelming. The competition is just getting started.

You are the CEO of a startup airline. Your job is to fill manifests: as many as possible, on as many routes as possible, before time runs out. Other airlines are racing to do the same.

The sky is open. The question is who gets to claim it.