“You’re not how I imagined the pilot of a giant robot would look like.”
“Not expecting a fat, old sci-fi writer, were ya, Kid?”
“No,” she says.
“Well, imagination is why I’m here,” he smiles. “It’s how we pilot these things. And you have it in spades.”
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