I would embrace being invisible for three weeks! My first thought is to check out what goes on inside that strip joint up the Highway. Women are not allowed "unescorted."

Then I would slip inside one of those Mason meetings.

Next, I'd hop a free flight to the Capital and hang out with the big guys to listen in on privy conversations about what's really going down. Then off to The Pentagon...

I would go to the "bad" neighborhoods at night.

My ass would surely be in the locker room at a Cowboys game.

After many visitations to various and sundry unlikely places a small middle aged woman might never be, I'd take my new knowledge and go to another level.

I'd go to where the evil of the world lives. I would foil many plans aimed to destroy and control humanity. I'd do what I could, like locking a door, flipping the breakers and jacking with communitcations.

I would even eavesdrop at a confessional.

I would go backstage at concerts, be present during movie productions and tour homes and castles (while families carried about as usual).

Then, after my time ran out, I'd be on this keyboard like a crazed person. Telling only what needed to be said to specific persons in the hopes of changing the world for the better.

Nothing has changed. I'm already used to it, I've been an invisible background-ish character for most of my life, three weeks of 100% invisibility wouldn't affect me any more than the 80% I was at before. I've once went a full week and a half - after losing my phone - having no contact with friends or distant family, and I doubt more than two people would have noticed had I not informed them.

I couldn't count how many times I've been home while my mom thought I was out, or out and my mom thought I was home. Or the times when I've been stranded somewhere thanks to bad bus schedules, a bad phone battery, and no one was any the wiser. Then there's the times I've strolled into my home kitchen and scared the heck out of my mom thanks to my unintentional soundlessness. It's gotten so bad that I've had to purposely shuffle or stomp my feet in order for my presense to be sensed.

At work, my co-workers either don't notice when I arrive or don't see or hear me when I say and wave my goodbyes. At school, I'm a back-row, loner-corner kind of student; I could think of only one prof who might notice and/or miss me if I turned invisible.

With that said, its not like I wouldn't use this new ability to have some fun, at least for week one.

I could haunt some sucky human beings, torment my sister or my cousins at their schools, climb places I'm not supposed to climb, jump on the back of a pickup truck, maybe sneak onto a plane to Japan (though this would be really, very difficult), or I could hypnotize a pretty, ponytailed, gamer guy into falling in love with me using strategically placed pictures and the occasional whisper of my name bwahaha.

Though, I'll admit, all this stuff would only be in week one, I'd probably lose interest soon after. Oh, and unless my clothes could go invisible too, none of this would happen.

During my three weeks of invisibility, i make sure my mother knows where i am. Write her letters. Touch her. I do not go to school. I spend time outdoors. I shower and look down at the water going in eddies over nothing.

I find someone who has never heard my voice and whisper advice. I steal something. I tell two friends what is happening and spend time in their laps.

The emergency lights of the office dimly shine on the computers. I have been here every day for the past week. All the signs are in German, meaning that I have had to study my translation manual extra carefully. Yet, I feel at ease, taking a chair in an office with the name plaque reading Norbert Groscopft. A name that makes me snigger a little. Since once I have finished, he won’t be so big-headed.

Last week, I followed the same routine in New York, giggling to myself as slowly drained the computers of all the information I needed.

This is is my final few nights of my covert operation. Then I return to my normal life, watching the world churn, watching as they fall, like dominoes. In fact, I have already seen the tectonic shift, that is happening below the surface, people unable to grasp what has happened. Unbelieving in what they see. No bank has been able to utter what they already know.

Experts think it is a virus. But it me who is the virus. A human. Invisible because of a friend. An all seeing eye, who is shifting the balance of power from those that don’t need it, to those who do need it. This is the revolution, which won’t be televised and will silently kill those that have parasitically lived off the work of others for millenni. You might think that I am an idealist, but for too long, I have watched the world become wretched because of money; the greed of the few over the health of the billions.

I have seen the figures appear upon the screens in front of me. I’ve seen the money stashed away by celebrities, politicians, industrialists, the hedge funds and the banks. I’ve watched mafias the world over ploughing money into schemes to clean their dirty money. Each time, I wonder if I can do more. The truth is, this is the best I can do.

I can end the days for the dogs of society with the single click of a mouse.

Am I Robin Hood? No. But, who am I will remain a secret, because, I want people with no money, no power and no home, to feel the love that this world can give. That leisure time with family and friends without worry can be harnessed for the great good. I want to see no poverty. No government limiting the potential of those whose lives are blighted by fickle idioms.

In a weeks times, when I will reappear again, as my old self. I shall smile as I watch people with no money cry when everything they own has been taken from them, that they are the homeless ones. That it is they who have struggled, to beg, plead and try to borrow.

Monied entitlement will die because of me.

So, watch as the world turns upside down, with the click of a button and I empty the purses of those that least deserve it.

Not much would be different, I do believe, if I were to go invisible for three weeks. I suppose the same feeling of being unheard and ignored would just be heavily amplified. I'd walk around, I suppose, scanning my surroundings. Watching for ill willed folk and casually carrying along. I'd stop those who meant harm. Give a good scare by grabbing at a mans arm before he goes to strike the lady he is yelling at. I would perform good deeds while invisible. However, I would also tend to myself. I'd leave a note for those I loved. It would explain where I was, sort of anyway. Vacation. Yes, I went on vacation.

Now, my cat would probably freak out if she felt me and heard me but could not see me so I would not do anything to traumatize her.

I assume that I'd be considered missing after a week if nobody saw me at all so as far as that goes, I am sure my fiance and mother will be looking for me even though I left a note. I imagine not much in the world would happen due to my invisibility. Things would change some, though because I would play hero wherever I could. Give the baby their pacifier when their mom is too busy in the checkout lane, help a woman find her keys while she chats on her cell. Her keys, by the way, are dangling in her ignition.

I would be amused by the way things are.

However, I do not mean well completely. I would go to my job and cause just a touch of disorder. Move things around. Maybe drop a bottle of wine. Give them a little show. Nothing major, though.

Finally, being invisible would be way too lonely. I couldn't be seen.

I suppose that's worse than not being heard.

Because if you go physically missing, eventually, people move on. And I don't want to be forgotten anytime soon. I've too much to live for, thank you very much.

Clouds are building up in the sky. Rain pellets are beginning to fall. The wind is picking up the trash and blowing it out the ocean. I chase a plastic bag down and as I leap in the air to save it from the sea, a bolt of lightening hits me on the crown of my head. I'm in the air. I'm ungrounded. The plastic bag escapes my grip. Great, I think. This is how I die, imagining I'm making a difference one plastic bag at a time. I feel the electricity rip every molecule apart. I feel the the most intense light. It burns behind my eyes. I smell my hair burning. Cinged to the bone. I don't land on the ground. I am thrown. The lightning picked me up much higher than I jump and tossed me aside like a plastic bag it had lost its grip on. My breath tastes like battery acid. I can't see or hear a thing. I know I'm still in the parking lot. I don't know how I know but I do. I just lie there for a while not knowing what to do. My body is so hot the rain drops sizzle when they hit my skin. I feel the wet pavement beneath me. My senses are returning. I blink away the mucus discharge from my eyes, wiping it away with my fingers. I can start to make out the sounds of cars parking and unparking and people pushing empty grocery carts into the star and full ones back out. At first the sights and sounds are dull, but then, everything gets dialed up way past ten. It all sounds like screeching and screaming. Everything looks surreal. The people, the parking lot, the cars, the trash cans, the telephone poles, the stores all look pixelated. And I can see and feel vibrations moving through the air rippling and splashing into each other. I can see it everywhere combining and colliding and settling down and speeding up. What the fuck is happening? I feel my car keys on the ground hoping the blast didn't fry the fob and wrap my fingers around the keys tight. I start to get up. I feel pretty good all things considered. I spot my car in the rows of cars and put on foot in front of the other mindfully keeping my balance. My head is spinning and I feel like I'm going to throw up. A car is coming right for me! I quicken my pace a little bit but the car doesn't slow down at all. What an asshole! Didn't the driver see me? Whatever. Doesn't surprise me at all in this town. I make it to the car and unlock the door. I sit down with the door open and vomit onto the ground. Then I shot the door, lean the seat back and lie down. It's funny. Part of me has always wanted to get struck by lightning. I can cross that one off my bucket list. And I survived. I feel like shit but I survived. I've seen pictures of the survivors in books before. They have the coolest scars depending on the course the electricity moved through them, depending on which part of their was grounded or not. I wasn't grounded at all, I think. Oh fuck! I bolt upright and grab the rearview mirror. My clothes are gone. And much more than that, so am I! All I see is the back of the driver's seat with an indentation and wet spots. I freak out more than a little. My pulse hits two hundred, easily, and I start to hyperventilate. Get a grip, I say over and over. Just breathe, I think. I shut up and try to close my eyes and do it, but I can't stop looking at my...well...not at myself. I can't stop looking at the lack of myself in the mirror. Is this a dream? I've had vivid dreams before. But this is a cut above vivid. I'm here. I'm definitely here. I'm definitely invisible. And I'm definitely not dead. I go through a mental list in my head. Do I go to the hospital? And run the risk of being dragged away to be experimented on by military scientists, exploited and blackmailed into becoming a supersecret spy? Tempting. Do I go home and talk to my parents? Eventually. I reach my phone out my pocket, my pockets are gone. I'm completely naked, I feel. Shit! Maybe this is only temporary. Lightning strike symptom. I reason with myself that I have lightning strike symptom. Then I just laughing. I laugh as hard as I can. I laugh it all out. Best thing to do in an emergency like this is to just laugh and calm the hell down. Maybe if I stay in the car laughing the syndrome will wear off. I'll wait it out. I stay in the car for two hours rocking back and forth and talking to myself like a mental patient wrapped in an invisible straight jacket. I'm hugging myself. I can't stop holding myself. I want to see how I look. I feel my skin all over my body. I don't feel any scars. Everything still looks super freaky. I see light waves and sound waves dancing across the parking lot and try to ignore them, but they move through the car, through me, and I'm swimming in them and they're swimming in me. Ok, I think. Time to go for a walk. The rain has stopped. The storm has passed. And there is a beautiful rainbow arching the parking lot. I step out of the car. Nobody notices the absence of a driver opening and closing the door. I stash my keys inside the axis of the front left tire. I'm completely naked but no one can see me. I start to embrace the weirdness of is all. I start to enjoy. Now for my next trick. I...