The projected light coalesced in mid-air, the image finally freezing on 'Gipsy Danger' standing tall on the coastline, cheered on by hundreds of thousands of soldiers.
Allen leaned back in his spacious command chair, a glass of iced soda in hand, which he swirled gently.
A multi-angle, panoramic, zero-delay live broadcast.
'This has the same vibe as watching *Pacific Rim* in an IMAX theater back in the Earth Era.' Allen tilted his head back, took a sip, and mentally graded the grand spectacle.
The difference was that in his past life, he could only sit in the audience and eat popcorn. In this life, he was the chief designer and exclusive technology provider for this 'Gipsy Danger'.
[Commander, the Mecha's battle damage assessment is complete.]
Jarvis's voice echoed in the control room. ['Gipsy Danger's' armor is 41% damaged. A repair list has been generated.]
"Send the repair blueprints and materials list directly to William."
