Mechnozoid’s been sitting very still in Kaijuville Square for about three years.
“We still have to do this?” says Orville. Â “He’s gotta be asleep by now.”
“We can’t take that chance,” says Ping. Â “Any hint of a threat could reactivate him. Do you want your selfishness to kill everyone in this city?”
Orville does not, so they stride out naked into the brisk bustle of a downtown day. Â They’re not the only ones, but kids point and laugh anyway. Â Orville tries to cover himself; Ping slaps him.
Mechnozoid rusts, the “UBIQUE LIBERTAS” plaque in his cockpit slowly bleaching in the sun.