Atomicko sat down on the Hernando de Soto bridge in a huff.
The concrete support cracked under his hundred ton bulk, with several sizable chunks falling off into the river. Tension lines snapped, flicking against Atomicko’s metal skin like rubber bands. He ignored them.
He kicked his feet out in the Mississippi, sending water spraying out hundreds of yards.
Atomicko was bored now.
He’d done all the cool stuff already. Slid down the Pyramid. Done the King Kong bit on the Morgan Keegan Tower and the Clark Tower. Played football with FedEx planes at the airport. Chased the buffalo herd at Shelby Farms around for a while. He’d even tried to play a game of hide and seek with the Army when they showed up, but they just wanted to shoot at him.
When that little imp had shown up this morning while little Billy Turner was eating his Tony flakes, promising to turn him into his favorite villain from comics, Billy thought it was the start of the best day ever.
But as the sun started to set, Atomicko had painfully adult realization.
Life as a two-hundred foot tall atomic robot from the future just wasn’t very practical.
Just a bit of name dropping in this one. For the record, I don’t know any kid in town that hasn’t at one point thought about sliding down the slope of the Pyramid. It just looks too fun.