Exactly 2.47 seconds later, a second bolt of lightning strikes at the same latitude and longitude. The plane has travelled multiple times its own length by that point, so the lightning hits a tree on the ground below.

It deposits: a person.

What? Where is she? She was on the plane, and then she was--somewhere--and now she's here. It feels like waking up from a truly epic dream, her mind full of plans she doesn't remember and emotions she has no reason to be feeling. Terror and hope and fierce determination.

Also, she appears to be made of some kind of shiny metal, holding its shape like a solid but flowing like a liquid as she moves. And there are levers in her mind, things she could choose to do the same way she could choose move her limbs, but with no sense of what would result from doing them.

"What the actual fuck." She tries waking up again; it doesn't go. She tries poking one of the mental levers?

[a sphere of space extending 1500 meters from her in every direction]

Agrjalalfhaj? She "puts" whatever that was "back" "down" and tries a different one.

Now she's holding a blade made of ?light-distorting purpleness? It glows but doesn't illuminate anything.

Light . . . saber? Is she dreaming about being a Jedi? but Jedi moral philosophy is dumb side issue. She has a lightsaber. She very carefully tries cutting a stick in half with it.

The stick is so smoothly and perfectly in half. 

That is: so incredibly cool. She puts the lightsaber away and tries the third thing.

Reserve: 12000/12000

Current factor: 1

. . . What if the current factor was 2?

The tone of the cars on the distant highway changes. The wind feels slower against her skin.

She picks up one of the stick-halves, waves it around a bit, drops it again.

The stick behaves normally while she's holding it, but when she drops it it falls just slightly slower than it should.

Oh that's fun. What if the current factor is 10, does it slow things down even more?

But of course. 

Coooool. She puts the current factor back to 1 and tries the next thing.

The next thing waits patiently for input.

Can she input 2 again? Can she input half of this stick?

The stick is no longer in her hand; it is now There. 

Where?

In the place where the stick is.

Can it be back on the ground instead?

Her wish is this thing's command!

This is all incredibly cool and weird but it's also stupid cold out, so just in case she isn't dreaming she should figure out where she is. She walks in the direction of fewer trees.