What's My Purpose?

Plans

As I flew in the open air I began to feel a deep loneliness originating from my chest. I knew within my core I shouldn't be flying alone It didn't feel right, but I quickly pushed that aside in favor of focusing on the here and now. I ended up flying over Africa, occasionally catching radio frequencies in the native language, they sounded frantic and concerned but I still only knew English so I wasn't able to understand what they were saying. It was only when I got over Mali when I was met with a small fleet of jets with propellers that I suddenly realized what was going on. I was an American stealth jet with flashy colors entering foreign airways. Of course there would be some sort of military interference.

Quickly checking my energy levels I mentally cringed 59% that wasn't good. I still didn't know how I was supposed to refuel.

Not paying the other jets, which had just fired some sort of missiles, much attention I pulled up higher into the atmosphere and tried to go faster. I felt a longing to turn around and fly with the other aircraft, a pang of hurt shot through my heart as I ignored it. I still wasn't quite sure how I was flying, all I know is that if I thought about it too much I would end up losing control and that wasn't good.

Thanking whatever god was real that I was able to pick up speed I quickly tried to choose the location I wanted to land. I knew I wanted to go somewhere in the US, anywhere but the west coast. If this was Bayverse, and I have a feeling it is, I wouldn't want to be anywhere near Sam Witwicky and his protective guardian. Mission city was a big no no as well so that whole side of the continent was off my list of potential landing spots.

Now where was a location that was fairly rural and could hide a jet while also being able to have access to fuel. I had decided to try using jet fuel and if that didn't work then I was probably going to die. There was no way I could make another flight back to Diego Garcia, and even then there was no guarantee I would survive when I was found. Going through a list of places with potential, I quickly found one that was promising.

There was a memorial airport in Wisconsin. Running through all the details on the website I discovered it was too early in the morning to make a call. Quickly checking the time, I've been flying for roughly four and a half hours now, it would be roughly 15:30 in Diego Garcia and 3:30 in Wisconsin. Using my wings to check the direction of the sun through the radiating heat, because I didn't have eyes in this form please don't remind me, I calculated it was pretty much 18:30 where I was. Thinking it over I realized this would've more than likely given me a headache if I was still human, time differences were always hard for me to comprehend for some reason.

I was going to need to make a landing somewhere before I come in. I have to make a few calls and get a lot of money, more than likely through illegal means. I can hack things right?

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In no time at all I was landing in an open field of beans in a rural non populated area. The sun was just starting to come up when I called the airport, my processor running other things in the background. Finding a couple money caches that seemed to be inactive I carefully began sapping from them, ranking up a quick couple thousand before moving on to a different victim.

Closing up some loose ends in my money problem I quickly tried to think of how I would be able to interact with the humans to get my fuel and everything. I knew holoforms were achievable but the things is I didn't have those mods. Then an idea came to me, quickly checking the year my idea quickly became less realistic when I realized it was 2008. Self driving vehicles were almost unheard of. Maybe I could convince them I was an advanced military project? Making sure the call couldn't be traced I took my chances, quickly synthesizing a feminine voice.