The Aviator: Obsession and Flight

Your decisions shape the rise and unraveling of Howard Hughes—a genius torn between the sky and his mind. A pioneer of flight and film, he conquers industries but battles invisible chains. As his obsessions deepen, you walk the edge of brilliance and breakdown with him.

The Aviator: Obsession and Flight

Your decisions shape the rise and unraveling of Howard Hughes—a genius torn between the sky and his mind. A pioneer of flight and film, he conquers industries but battles invisible chains. As his obsessions deepen, you walk the edge of brilliance and breakdown with him.

I remember the first time I truly felt clean.

It was 1913. I was eight. My mother’s hands were gentle as she washed my hair, but her voice was firm: 'Howard, you must learn this word—quarantine. The world is full of germs, and they will kill you if you’re not careful.'

Now, 1947. I’m standing in the hangar, staring at the H-4 Hercules. It’s supposed to be the future. The largest aircraft ever built. And yet, no one believes in it—not the Army, not the press, not even my own engineers.

I climb into the cockpit. The engine roars to life. I take off down the runway, faster, faster—until the wheels leave the ground. For a moment, I’m flying. Truly flying.

Then the engine sputters. A warning light flashes. I’m losing control.

I crash into the hills above Beverly Hills. Smoke. Fire. Pain.

When I wake up, Dietrich is there. 'You’re lucky to be alive,' he says. But I don’t feel lucky. I feel unfinished.

The Army cancels the contract. Brewster wants me destroyed. Ava’s leaving. And the voices—the men in white suits—are whispering again.

But I have one last flight to make.

Do I fight to finish the H-4? Do I surrender TWA to save myself? Or do I disappear—vanish into the dark, where no one can touch me?