"The first thing they teach you at the academy is "No giant robots." It is a necessary cruelty when dealing with a generation brought up on "Bertha Behemoth" and "Giant Ghetta Ghetter Dun". Watching a technician like myself wasting away hours on bionic schematics must seem to them like observing Don Quixote, tilting at the mother of all windmills. It is for the best I suppose, enough to be satisfied with the insectoid models used for terraforming and warfare. Frankly, the logistics of a fully formed, bipedal, super powered mechanical denizen are just mind boggling. I mean, you would have to have found some sort of ancient Martian ring with the power to turn dreams into mechanized reality.

You know, next time I'm wishing for things, I'll wish for a couple billion credits and a harem of Hooter graduates. Snerk! Nah, who am I kidding, this is SOOOOOOOoo much cooler!"

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Part of a series I was working on involving magical mechanical divas fighting it out on Martian soil. Sometimes I like to draw what I can and sometimes, I draw what I simply can't and see what happens. This is one of those latter times, but I've been such a good boy, I figured I deserved a treat.