She began formulating a plan, touching her chin while she was at her table. She tried to hypothesize any people who could be well-connected to Genesis Innovation Inc.

  A hub for scientists with the pride of Icarus but none of the costs, but cold, calculating scientists.

  She looked at the burger she was holding and eventually lost interest. All of that interest faded away; she wouldn’t be able to rebel against the scientists nor trample on the security measures.

  Even with the device, an epiphany crossed Ava’s mind: “What if the whole Genesis Innovation Inc. was just a cover-up conspiracy for something sinister… What if the things I am looking at were secretly permitted by some secret ruler or some organization I am not even aware of?”

  She thought about this seriously while holding her burger.

  She ponders earnestly; she takes up her burger and noms on it with creaking on her forehead.

  “There is no point to this,” Ava says while holding her head before her eyes brighten with resolve. “No, I will not give up on this. I am a survivalist and thriver, not a buffoon.”

  “Maybe I could finesse some power for myself through modeling or something. Then secure my finances.”

  “Let’s see.”

  Ava looked around the fast-food restaurant she was in, with the children and their parents enjoying their meal and the youth of students enjoying each other inside the restaurant while laughing.

  As Ava looked at them, her head drooped low, her eyelids angled down.

  “The things that I have lost”

  “I want to. To feel alive again.”

  Ava then thought to herself, “Maybe I can muster the courage to talk to these people; I really need attention,” while the eminent citizen voices are heard in the background.

  And so Ava dismissed herself from the restaurant to check on some stores, even glancing at her own image.

  Until the thought of her DIY device crossed her mind.

  Her eyelids bounce from left to right frantically, trying to decide whether to buy a screen for her small portable hacking device or go on a shopping spree.

  Driven by irrational feminine sensations, she went on a shopping spree, rotating through every clothing store, even glancing at the clothes she's wearing, even posing herself in front of the mirror with a smartphone to get a sensational boost of self-confidence.

  However, her mind then begins to reason with itself; she pauses herself while she is in a regular futuristic store, her eyes beginning to bounce left and right, then stasis.

  “Cease all irrational impulses. It is imperative to buy a small monitor mount for the DIY device,” she muttered to herself.

  “That is the objective, not going through every shop.”

  She then proceeds with a few purchased provocative dresses and heads off to buy a cheap LCD display.

  She arrived back at her room in the hotel and utilized her screwdriver and tools to adeptly integrate the LCD display with the device.

  The moment the LCD display became soldered, it began to resemble a controller with a device atop it.

  It took one hour to perfect the hardware and software integration, a functional human-computer interface.

  Ava raises her hand, holding a device. "Behold a mini-computer that can bypass security certificates and run an exploit with spoofing capabilities."

  “My version of the Man In The Middle executor vector, with my mind’s computing power. This device is unstoppable! ”

  Ava then tweaked some presses with the controller and tested the microprocessor performance and had it benchmarked, where the result signifies ‘subpar’ performance.

  She then risks using her mind’s computing power to enhance the device’s capabilities.

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  She continued tweaking the setting while checking on the LCD display featuring the device’s operating system.

  As if she were fiddling with the device.

  Ava said with a smile on her face, “Hehehe, now I just need to amass a high fortune for a quantum processing unit. Oh crud, that’s expensive.”

  She began initiating the vector, where her mind assisted in intercepting the internet traffic.

  Suddenly all the datastreams of binary digits could be felt from Ava’s eyes; it was intense. The surge of redundant, useless activities was flowing through her vision.

  Ava then halted the program and looked through the decrypted information. First, what caught her mind was an internet quarrel of sorts.

  (Feud displayed)

  Polma: I can’t believe you cheated on me. How could you?

  Augustine: So what of it? We are still together.

  Polma: I can’t do this anymore; you made me feel too bad for myself.

  Augustine: Then leave; I will always find another female.

  Augustine: I am leaving with the kids.

  Polma: I want my lawyer now!

  (Ava stopped and moved to another.)

  Leonardo: “Yo, have you checked out the new game in Kineticverse?

  Rapper345: “Oh yeah, that one, I loved it—the VR was amazing.

  Leonardo: “Damn right you are! ”

  Rapper345: “So when are we meeting, somewhere in the field with you and our buddies?

  She cycles through all the useless information there is in the memory.

  Soon Ava detached her mind from the datastreams of the device’s memory.

  Ava got herself up and started scanning around her surroundings, her own room.

  Before grabbing her phone to set up an account named ‘InerrantVirtual’

  She then began posting pictures of her own crude seductive poses with the dresses, with a concocted introduction to her public social media: “I can stay with you if you were to give me a home and provide for me.”

  Her profile picture represents a picture of her with deep-green eyes, twirling her hair strand seductively.

  Soon, she panned out her profile and waited lazily with a smile on her face, expecting a place away from this cheap hotel in spite of its amenities and technologies.

  The convenience it may have on her—the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.

  She mutters to herself, “I just. Want another place to stay…”

  “I know what I am doing.”

  As she waits for the pond to stir, she hopes a fish will come within her reach.

  Ava, with confident but calculating eyes, says, “I am irresistible,” trying to believe in her display of sensuality.

  A flawlessly engineered figure who believes she is entitled to a better place.

  Ava waited and waited, and then the words came out of her mouth: “Any. Man. Want. A. Piece. Of. Come on now, don’t keep this body from losing its freshness.”

  She hesitated for a while as she fell on her bed demoralized before her mouth spoke, “Maybe they are busy at the moment.”

  For minutes to around half an hour, she waited, “Probably doing business and enjoying life of some sort.”

  Until she exhaled her oxygen and grumbled, “Perhaps, I have a wrong conception of males.”

  She grabbed her phone and checked on her bank account and saw that it was still strong, but it wasn’t enough that she was overcome with temporary greed.

  There was a temporary swirl of wanting that brewing in her mind for a while before snapping back to reality and checking her phone, the photos she shared online.

  She changed her open social media account name to ‘MizsAva,’ and she shared photos of herself in party dresses and shorts, a few of them showing backless with side cuts, and another one showing her hips while rotating them.

  Her profile became the pure Instagram eye-catch bait.

  She didn’t gain many followers, unfortunately, even if it’s apparent that she gained attention, but even that was enough to make her feel loved for a bit.

  Ava held her phone to her chest, then giggled with her feet moving like a teenager, “Once again, I felt loved.”

  She elevated her knee, then pushed her leg forward, and then it happened with the other leg taking a turn.

  One kick forward, another kick forward.

  She would click on the comments section and see many people bootlicking her pictures.

  Curious, she looked into the profiles of these people; they were short, and their origins were from the southern side of Earth.

  20 minutes later, a notification appeared regarding an invitation to chat.

  Ava got perked up, finally about to witness her salvation. It was a notification from some random person: “Ohhh, baby girl, please send me nudes. I’ll show you my house now, baby girl.”

  With a featured photo of a place whose walls are dampened with the cooking pot making a whirring noise, captioned, “Together, my beloved,” with a bunch of heart emojis.

  Ava’s face grimaced, witnessing the absurdity of this invitation, so she contrived a polite apology: “I am sorry, but I don’t live in your country.”

  Ava moved on, and she checked on the social media to drool at the guys in her feed showing muscles, where she whirred a high-pitched, flustered “Eeee” and did her fidgety legs again.

  Neither is she resistant to the attraction of males there.

  Ava continued looking at the males in the room; she turned her phone to sleep mode, where she attended to other business.

  She soon left the hotel and began doing other business. She went to an arcade, where inside was a collection of VR and holographic machines.