He drove up in a 1984 Toyota Starlet. “It’s a rare generation one Japanese export.”
“Dad, it’s just an old compact car,” his son said.
His father shifted it to battroid mode, and it clacked and unfolded into a five-meter humanoid robot.
“No, it’s a convertible.”
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