Starting with one they all came to agree to. “Directors… our partnership has been immensely wonderful… and beneficial. Not only to us… but soon to all the world. To our collaborative creation.”  
 
Celestia and Luna lifted their eyes to meet his, but he had already faced away. He rested his hoof onto the railing, gazed out into the heart of the mountain and smiled.  
 
His eyes settled on his work brought to life.  
 
“And there is nothing more beneficial… more wonderful… than creation.”  
 
Soon, all the observation deck was staring just as well. Onto their grand work, their even grander creation. The machine rose so high that not even the multi-storied observation deck could match it. Its eyes were dark and its jaws hung open, almost lifeless. Almost dead. Not for long. The claws of the machine were locked in place by its sides, a mechanical rib cage just as dark and lifeless as the metallic, rectangular dorsal plates lined down its tremendous spine… and curving atop of its tail.  
 
It remained lifeless for now, but the machine was not dead. The dream was not dead. Far from it. What they achieved here today would kick-start the future of their species into the next decade. The next millennium perhaps. The power they would soon wield, built by nations, would ensure the safety and preservation of their species for a thousand years, and forevermore. No Titan would be able to stand against them, because they had one of their own. One that would lead them to victory, to greatness. To survival. And it all began with the machine. With him.  
 
T.I.T.A.N.’s greatest weapon. Godzilla’s equal, his superior. A Global Protector.  
 
The one who would fight for them.  
 
Their Mechagodzilla.