I keep dreaming about an agent flying my old route

I'm in the nav seat but nobody's asking me anything. The AI agent on the screen traces the exact course I flew in '89 — the dogleg over the ridge, the fuel check, even the little correction I made on a hunch. It's smooth, precise, and it doesn't need me at all. Strange how that feels less like obsolescence and more like watching a son do the thing you loved.