Dashing Through the Snow
Anywhere except Jupiter City, someone might have questioned the sight of a giant robot sprinting down the street, its pilot screaming in terror, the bank vault it had been carrying – the whole vault…it had just smashed in the ceiling, reached in and picked it up – abandoned and dropped into the middle of the road in its haste to flee.
In Jupiter City, it was pretty much a regular Monday.
But now, with a dusting of snow!
“DAMMIT, IT’S CHRISTMAS EVE! WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING HERE? DOESN’T SHE EVER TAKE A GODDAMN DAY OFF?”
The mech’s pilot was just as scrawny as the robot, but much, much less impressive; at least its’ spindly limbs were each easily capable of lifting around fifty tons. He was also wearing a Santa Claus outfit. It was supposed to be ironic. His voice went more than a little bit shrill as he screamed. He tore off his Santa hat and fake beard, and did everything he possibly could to make the robot push beyond its