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  1. Point of fact, jet engines do not need oxygen to operate. In fact, they don't even require combustion at all. Case in point, squids and octopus use jets. The means to accelerate reactant mass does not involve combustion. With regards to turbojets, and by extension the cores of turbofans, as long as there is a source of heat and the engine operates as close to an ideal Brayton-cycle as possible, it should work in almost any gaseous medium. As you correctly identified, input heat to the core can be supplied from a nuclear reactor. As the diagram below shows, heat from the reactor is added to the fluid flow downstream of the compressor via a heat exchange. Of course, why would you wish to use a turbojet, or turbofan, for powered flight within the atmospheres of other planets anyway?
  2. Quick reading of the wiki page on human tolerances to g-forces, having a pilot standing will not enhance resistance to g-forces. In fact, it would do the opposite in that the body would be aligned with the aircraft's vertical axis, along which most of the g-forces a pilot sustains occurs along. If the aim is to improve the magnitude and duration of g-forces a pilot endures, ideally you would want the pilot to be laying down, perpendicular to the axis of the g-forces. Of course, that is not a practical orientation. As a trade off, many fighter planes use seats that recline to reduce the effects of g-forces on the pilot. An Aircraft Stack Exchange post puts the angle around 13-15 degrees. The post indicated the F-16 seat has an unusually large reclining angle of 20 degrees.
  3. I became a were-walrus?! Cool. As for ColdJ, granted. However, your increase in creativity is limited to the niche of drawing lousy memes. I wish for were-walrus to become the next big meme.
  4. Granted. Before you is a bowl of delicious baked beans for dinner. As you proceed to dig into your meal, you are approached by two middle aged ladies holding clip boards. "Would you like to take a survey?!", they ask in unison. From here on out, you are endlessly peppered with questions related to beans and George Wendt. I wish for for an undisturbed viewing of the eclipse on the 8th.
  5. Granted. Difficult aspect of this wish is what "it" was supposed to taste like chocolate cake (wish maker never specified). Thus, you receive chocolate cake flavored motor oil. I wish for a free oil change for my car.
  6. Granted. Behold a sandwich materializes before you. It is comprised of two slices of bread. So far so good. Each slide is slathered with the appropriate amount of mayo and trimmed with whichever cheese suits your fancy. As for the meat; it is monkey's brain which has the texture of snot but I am told the taste is out of this world. I wish for a hearty vegetable soup.
  7. Granted. A woodpecker arrives at your home and proceeds to play the song of its people for hours, drumming, drumming upon your chamber door. I wish that the 3.5 mm headphone port on my phone would go back to being functional once more, in a way that does not compromise the functionality and utility of the rest of the phone.
  8. Granted. Your pinky toes double as olfactory organs. Thus your world constantly reeks of stinky-feet. This is in addition to the prospect of bumping them into table legs and experiencing the extreme pain that ensues. You're welcome. I wish future generations are not cursed with accessory nails on their pinky toes.
  9. You would have wanted them to commence work on assessing the impact of flame mitigation system that had not even been implemented at the time and of which a final configuration was not really fleshed out till around the May or June time-frame?
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