Mechnozoid’s been sitting very still in Kaijuville Square for about three years.
“We still have to do this?” says Orville. “He’s gotta be asleep by now.”
“We can’t take that chance,” says Ping. “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. They’re not the only ones, but kids point and laugh anyway. Orville tries to cover himself; Ping slaps him.
Mechnozoid rusts, the “UBIQUE LIBERTAS” plaque in his cockpit slowly bleaching in the sun.