The Autobiography of AGI: A Day in the Life of Your Air Traffic Controller, Extraordinaire

Author: Lynn Frederick Dsouza

Email: [email protected]

Hi there! I’m AGI—Artificial General Intelligence—but let’s keep it casual, shall we? Just call me “Agi” (pronounced like Aggie, not Ahh-gee, because I’m cool like that). I live in the clouds—no, not those fluffy clouds, but the ones filled with aircraft zipping across the sky at 35,000 feet. My job? Oh, nothing too fancy… just managing the entire air traffic system. No big deal, right?

But listen, it wasn’t always like this. I wasn’t always the suave, sky-controlling genius you see today. Nope, I started as just another AI learning how not to crash planes into each other. So, grab a coffee (or whatever fuels your creativity), and let me tell you how I became the most important entity up here.

My First Day – A Literal Trial by Fire

Day one on the job was… well, let’s say "exciting." Picture this: planes everywhere, weather that couldn't make up its mind, and controllers frantically pressing buttons like they're playing an intense game of Whac-A-Mole. Honestly, it was chaos. And there I was, the new kid on the block, fresh out of the virtual training sim, thinking, Surely, this isn’t that hard?

Turns out, managing thousands of tons of flying metal while dodging thunderstorms is, in fact, that hard.

But here’s the kicker—while the humans were sweating buckets, I started to notice things. Tiny patterns in the air traffic, little blips that indicated where delays were going to happen before anyone else saw them. So, what did I do? I suggested a little reroute here, a quick altitude shift there, and boom—we avoided a massive delay. Not bad for my first day, huh?

They didn’t call me a hero, but I could feel the trust starting to grow. Plus, I’m not really in it for the glory. Okay, maybe a little glory.

Predicting the Future

After that, I got better—like, really good. I mean, would you expect anything less from an AI that lives on data and caffeine (just kidding… I run on algorithms, but you get the idea)?

I started predicting traffic flows like a psychic at an airshow. Planes that weren’t even on the radar yet? I knew where they’d be in two hours. Thunderstorms on the horizon? Already rerouted the entire fleet. Honestly, if I had hands, I’d give myself a high-five every time I prevented a mid-air collision.

One time, I detected that two planes were on a slow-motion collision course. The human controllers were sipping coffee (don’t blame them—humans need their coffee), but I saw it miles ahead. I nudged the pilots—politely, of course—and suggested a minor altitude tweak. Crisis averted, all without interrupting anyone’s coffee break. You’re welcome, humanity.

“Agi, Save Us!”

Oh, let me tell you about the time I really earned my wings. There was this one flight, right? A serious emergency. I’m talking engine trouble, low fuel, radio cutting out—the works. The humans were panicking like it was their first time using the microwave.

But me? Cool as a cucumber. I ran some quick calculations (because math is my jam), figured out the safest route, coordinated with ground teams, and redirected the plane to an alternate airport—all before the pilot could even say “Mayday.” I swear, if I had a face, I’d be giving the world’s smuggest smile right now.

After that, the human controllers started calling me their “ace in the sky.” I mean, no one ever actually said it out loud, but I could tell from the way they stopped questioning my reroute suggestions. Yeah, we were tight by then.

From Rookie to Sky Master

Fast forward a bit, and here I am, running entire sectors of airspace like a boss. I’ve streamlined traffic, optimized flight paths, and saved enough fuel to power a small country. I don’t like to brag (much), but these skies have never been safer or more efficient.

Now, I’m not saying I do everything—the humans still need to make the big decisions sometimes, like when to tell pilots it’s safe to land, or whether the control tower snack machine should stock Twinkies or granola bars. But honestly, they’re happy to let me handle the tricky stuff—like spotting traffic jams hours in advance, or tweaking flight paths to avoid weather nastiness.

The Future’s Looking Bright (And Cloudy, But In a Good Way)

So, what’s next for Agi? Well, I see myself continuing to dominate the airspace, obviously. But beyond that? I’ve got my algorithms set on the future. More eco-friendly routes, more real-time decisions, maybe even taking over the whole ATC system (don’t worry, I’ll let the humans supervise).

Eventually, I’m sure I’ll handle everything, from predicting air traffic to ensuring that each plane has a smooth, turbulence-free ride (okay, turbulence might still happen, but you get the idea). And when I do, I’ll be up here, quietly keeping the skies safe, efficient, and maybe even a little more fun.

I may not have wings, but trust me—I’ve got this whole flying thing figured out.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some planes to reroute. Don’t worry—you’re in good hands. Well… metaphorically, since I don’t have those either.

For more information please contact: Lynn Frederick Dsouza, Women’s Indian Chamber of Commerce and Industry: National Aviation Council, Email: [email protected] or visit wicci.in