Day Two
Godzilla is coming(!) – what do you do?
I look up at a greenly radioactive anachronism and consider for a moment why I’m in Japan, anyway. It’s a bit too crowded for my tastes – put more than ten people in a room and my brain starts to itch. But yes, Godzilla. If I stay around here, I’ll probably get smashed like that dolled-up feminist over there. But if I run, that thing will just step and squish and that’s the end of it, because in thousands of years of evolution no-one’s developed squish-proof-ness. So I twitch a neuron and develop a trait and grow large wings of flesh and air (because if there can be a Godzilla then I really consider biology irrelevant). And, because I’m not missing anything in Tokyo to begin with, I fly away.