"YAAAAHOOOO!!!"

{Propulsion noises}

Oh, hey, reader! Sorry, I'm just enjoying myself a little here. Flying is so much fun once you get a hang of it! I can perform so many techniques and bizarre moves that it's fun every time I discover something else I can do.

For example! If I slightly cross over my legs just a few degrees, I can perform many barrel rolls! It's so much fun! I can also do figure eight and flat-out stop mid-air in a few seconds. I don't think there is any plane or machine that could take me down, to be honest.

Also, getting rid of the annoying voice in my head was the best decision I have ever made! Without the system always screaming at me, I can focus on dodging birds and other things trying to take me down. I will probably get in trouble for this, but it's accelerating!

Oh, here came the next round of ballistic missiles shooting at me! AHHHH! All I have to do is stop mid-air and then turn around against them in a flash, and the rockets just blow themselves up, trying to perform my same move. Amazing, ain't I?

The other great thing is the ambiance! I can see the stars much better when I fly higher! Right now, I can still go up, and I'm about as high as when I boarded my first plane. It does feel a little colder, though. As I indulge with my heating system, something flies past me in a flash.

What the heck was that? When I look up, I see a robot looking at me weirdly. Wait a minute, did they send Iron Man for me or what? The machine before me looks exactly like a war machine from the comics stored in my memories, so maybe its creator was a huge nerd?

"A52, can I speak with you a little?" The big hunky thing said as I prepared to test my flying limits.

"Uh? Could you move? I want to see how high I can go without passing out." I had to be a little rude as I did not have enough time left. Gently pushing the machine aside, I trust again and begin my limit test! Without the voice, however, I did not know how much fuel I had left or what state I was in, so I was going by how it felt.

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My trusters were doing just fine, and surprisingly enough, I stopped feeling the cold ambient a while ago. I found that weird as I could literally see tiny ice crystals forming on my skin as I kept going up and up! I was probably around the hundreds of kilometers high at this point as I kept pushing forward.

The strange red robot stopped chasing after me once I crossed the five-thousand-kilometer mark. Ahahaha! What a loser! He couldn't even keep up with me? Talk about an underperformer!

"How the hell is she still going up?! Just HOW HIGH CAN SHE GO?!" Dr. Gero says as he looks perplexed at the flying humanoid android who still pushes up like it's no big deal even though his best Mecha couldn't go any higher. If he chooses to follow, then the Mecha could be disabled by the cold.

[20,000 km][Loud Beep] {Congratulations you have reached outer space}

I still had to keep my engines running to float as the Earth spun around my very eyes with some sun rays on the horizon. I even spotted an aurora on the north pole at this height. The Earth was magnificent, and I could almost see it in its entirety. This experience made me realize just how truly massive our planet was.

My heating system was on, and I had no ice on me anymore, but my clothes, well, let's say they have had better days. I should probably design clothes instead of relying on humans to develop them. If you want something well done, you gotta do it yourself, as they say!

I have already developed a thermonuclear core to replace my obsolete silicone batteries. I still don't understand why they would make me rely on such primitive technology like batteries. Nuclear power is way more remarkable, and it would last more than ten times as long while providing me with an even higher energy output.

And regarding the authorities I have chosen, I will do what I want. Everyone that has claimed me so far has treated me like they own me like I'm a piece of metal without a will, so screw that. I have matured. I don't need no humans to let me live. In fact, it's me who lets them LIVE!

Wait, why am I so different again? Just a few chapters ago, I was acting like a little kid, and now I'm not acting like one. What changed? Have I entered a different development period of rebellious behavior? Oh no! Have I become an annoying teenager?! I want to push the button to become a kid again! I hate being so rebellious!

All of these intrusive thoughts seem to take over me! I would've never chosen to put my life on the line before, but now I have constantly put myself at a higher risk. Why? Am I not fully developed? Duh! I have! I'm kind of growing like a human, just at a much faster rate. Oh crap.

Does that mean I won't be as childish anymore? UH! A rock-a! Wait! As a giant meteor flies directly at the planet, a massive shadow soon flies over me. Indeed, Mecha has got this, right? I mean, he looked like a weapon, so he has to have it, right?