-A.I.C.A. do you have access to the military’s personnel files, or are they on a secure server that can be accessed by an internal network from the pentagon or something?-

-There are different kinds of files, Penny. I have access to some of them. What do you need?-

-I need you to find me a female jet pilot, with long black hair and who has a flight in the next 2 days. Also I need your help with forging a military ID and transfer papers. Maintenance will do nicely. Put me in the maintenance crew of her jet. Also, don’t try for perfect, I only need it to last for a day.-

-I will start on the papers, while you disguise yourself and take photos, Penny.-

Penny was already very familiar with forging documents, but this time she didn’t need to go so far, as to make them perfect, so it took her only a couple of hours. She disguised herself, took a few photos and then forged her documents, then uploaded them in the military network and fabricated hard copies and ID’s. You might wonder ‘why is she wasting her time with this, when she could use selective invisibility?’ Well, because she got bored taking the easy route and wanted to try and challenge herself. Not that it would be any harder, but what can you do. Next she mixed a couple chemical components in her lab and got to work.

Angelica Jones stood before the entrance gate of the military base and submitted her documents.

-Where are you transferring from?-

-My documents say DC, so I think I will say, Hawaii. Can’t you tell from my tan?-and she showed him her pasty white skin on her hands. The guard laughed at the sassy woman and waved her through. According to her papers, she was being transferred to be part of the maintenance crew of the fighter jets on base. The young woman lifted her bags and carried them with her to HR, where she would get her assignments and barracks number. Or something like that, because I have never been part of the military and you could learn only so much from movies.

Angelica left her bags on her bunk and then went to the hangers where the fighter jets were being maintained and serviced. This is where the magic would happen. As in literal magic would be happening when she got her hands on the jet she needed. She walked around, asked the senior personnel and got directions to her post. When she arrived, in front of her stood a magnificent and shiny fighter jet F-35, and in front it stood its pilot.

-So, you are the new mechanic in my staff? Nice to meet you and hope to get along.-

-Nice to meet you too, Ma’am. I hear you have an early flight tomorrow morning? This beauty will be ready and like brand new when we are finished checking her.-

The rest of the shift, Angelica inspected every nook and cranny of the jet, checked the flight uniform and when her shift was done, she went to the mess hall and ate dinner. When she got to her barrack, she crashed on her bunk and was asleep in minutes.

That night a shadowy figure crept from building to building, but the places it stopped in most were the kitchen, food storage and the barracks of the pilots. In the morning when everyone woke up, there was no clue as to what the shadowy figure was doing the night before. Except maybe for one female fighter pilot, who woke up late and had to skip breakfast to make it on time for her mission.

-Here, take this. I didn’t see you at breakfast, so I thought you might need this energy bar more than me.-

-Thanks. I don’t know what happened for me to oversleep like that.-

The pilot ate the energy bar, while dressing in her flight suit and donning her helmet. She entered the fighter jet and did her pre-flight check, then got permission to take off. The jet flew and seconds later disappeared from everyone’s sight. At the place the jet had been was only the sitting figure of a woman wearing a wonder woman costume, moving in the air like she was riding on an invisible jet. Everyone rubbed their eyes and blinked several times to make sure they weren’t seeing things, but nothing worked. Several people asked the person next to them if they weren’t seeing what they weren’t seeing. The most puzzled in that moment were actually the flight crew. They were seeing the jet on the radar, but not on thermal or visually. Stealth worked the other way around. They got in contact with the pilot and she confirmed everything was normal and every system was in the green. It was a complete mystery.

The jet was ordered to land and the moment it did it got back to being visible. Everyone on base was later in the day put through full blood analysis and urine testing and in their blood were found the markers of hallucinogenic compounds, except for the pilot of the invisible jet. When she was questioned what was different for her that day, she told them that she was late for her mission and so she didn’t eat breakfast. That led to the testing of the food where they also found the markers, but not the drugs themselves. Were they drugged or were they only made to look drugged? If they weren’t hallucinating, than how did the jet become invisible? The higher ups were confused, the rank and file were shouting about conspiracies and the conspirators were shouting about illegal testing on American soldiers. And during all that commotion a single mechanic disappeared from the base even before her blood was tested. There was after all no reason to leave DNA for testing. They could trace her with that stuff if she ever got careless.

Angelica Jones entered a dark back alley and on the other end exited P.R.Ankster. She yawned and stretched herself, then looked left, looked right, looked up, than left and right again and then teleported home after making sure she wasn’t being watched. With that her prank for the week was finished and she could pursue more rewarding… pursuits.

-A.I.C.A. upload these scans, I made while on the base, with the other plans. Then I want you and thee AIs to optimize the design of the fighter jet with all the technology on my disposal. And I want the works: electric power, new materials, superconductors and AI assisted flight. Why not. May as well run the calculations for vertical liftoff and hovering, that way we can even increase its maneuverability. Keep me informed about the progress of the project while I think about what to pursue next.-

Penny had a lot of ideas for what technology she wanted to try and research next, but just as she was about to start deciding from which to start, her phone ring interrupted her. When she looked at the caller ID, it showed her the initials PR. She answered the call and the voice of her employee greeted her on the other side.

-Hey, Boss. Just calling to hear if you checked your mail for the pro skater’s impressions on the hover boards. If we have their endorsement when we present them to the public, we can have bigger impact.-

-I will check right now. Wait just a moment… Here they are. From the 10 that I send, 3 have wrote me back their opinions. Hmm, it doesn’t look good. They are saying that the technology is young and will not be viable for official tournaments for at least 5 years, so they can’t endorse it as there is no professional market for it yet. Oh well, we will have to market it for the street and free style while trying to make it recognized as a sport. Better get back to work. Bye.-

Penny ended the call and then send the mails to her company contacts so they can read them as well and brainstorm ideas. While she was at it, she also send them all 10 responses from the amateurs she send the other 10 boards to. After all, more data was always better when it came to models. After she did that, Penny got back to deciding what to pursue next.

-I could work on VR technology? Today’s VR glasses are almost up to standards, but we are lacking developmental packets. Maybe I can copy some from Ready Player One, or The Seed from SAO. The anime was awful, but not the technology. With the robotics technology we could start manufacturing prosthetics? But I will have to go to the world of Battle Angel Alita and copy some of their mechanical organs and nerve connection technology. Where else do they use advanced prosthetic technology? Then there was the idea Jenny gave me. Wouldn’t want to hurt her feeling by discarding her idea. Wait, was she sarcastic when she proposed that idea? A.I.C.A. was Jenny sarcastic when she proposed I develop a 3D printer?-

-Yes, Penny. Jenny was very sarcastic when she mentioned the idea.-

-Eh, it’s a viable idea, so it goes in the pile. I could also hop over to the Marvel Cinematic Universe or Yu-Gi-Oh to pick some air projected holograms. That Quentin Beck had some pretty good tech. And with the tech there were so much things I could do. Then there is software. I haven’t programed anything since that app for the music company. I could build a world with everything I need and just sell it to 5 million people, than visit it and take all the magic or technology blueprints I want. Just have to remember to include a description in the flavor text. Oh, why is it so hard to decide what to steal, study and build?!-

Penny pondered, dwelled on and thought about the problem for the rest of the day without coming to a decision. When she got to bed and was ready for sleep, she hoped that a night of rest will help her decide. After all it wasn’t like one of the inventions would end the world and leave her unable to study the rest. She just had to decide which to study first, right?