The projected light intertwined in midair. The image finally froze on the moment Gipsy Danger stood tall on the coastline, receiving the cheers of hundreds of thousands of soldiers.
Allen leaned back in his wide command chair, gently swirling a glass of iced cola. It was a multi-angle, panoramic, zero-latency live broadcast.
"This feels just like watching *Pacific Rim* in an IMAX theater back in the Earth Era," Allen commented, taking a sip and mentally rating the grand spectacle.
The difference was that in his previous life, he could only sit in the audience and eat popcorn. In this life, he was the chief designer and exclusive prop provider of this Gipsy Danger.
"Commander, the Mecha's battle damage assessment is complete," Jarvis's voice echoed in the control room. "Gipsy Danger's armor has sustained 41% damage. The maintenance list has been generated."
