A gullwing hatch lifted ready for pairing mode. The rugged roboloquist climbed inside and buckled his four-point restraining harness in a aerotrim gyroscope interface of immersive technology for a quantum neural fist bump. An intelligent personal assistant's voice said over a squawk box: "Please keep arms and legs inside the X-vehicle at all times." A 6-disk CD changer blasted tunes like a trashy wedding reception while the test pilot and the certified beast rocketed skyward in supersonic overdrive.

"Neon god they made. Okay, flyboy, that's actually pretty good. Why didn't you just start with that?" Mileva rushed from the site of her behind-the-scenes look at the nuts and bolts VIP tour to her twin-turbocharged stealth interceptor.

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