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And after a carefully-orchestrated flurry of faked cell-phone calls, the plane went off the grid, vanished without a trace, and was rerouted to an uncharted island, where, under the gentle care of the Dharma Institute, all the passengers voluntarily agreed to live out the rest of their lives, not once trying to escape, while all their friends and loved ones wrote them off as dead. And none of our satellites and overflights will ever see the island because it's hidden by a magnetic anomaly and/or quantum black hole, and a big white beachball will pop up out of the ocean and smother anyone who tries to escape. Right?