Phase 2

Katsuo Yamabe looked at the office door: “Ibuki Technologies Inc.” He strolled on in. Looking at the secretary, he said, “Five o’clock.”

He looked at the humdrum waiting room. Those sickly, white walls and the annoying hum of the fluorescent lights. One of those annoying cat clocks was on the wall. The tick, tick, tick made him want to rip the atrocious thing off the wall. He tried to calm his mind down. He sat down in one of the chairs there. Stupid move, the pads were like stone. Repositioning himself, he glanced down at the coffee table in front of him. Cairo via Tokyo and This is Tokyo sat there and looked like they haven’t been touched in years.

After a few minutes of waiting in that momentary hell, the secretary said those magical words, “Mr. Yamabe, Mr. Ibuki is ready for you.” With those words, Katsuo walked in through another door. He walked into a small office, a considerably small office for the CEO for a massive technology company. In the center of the room was a large oak desk with a man of about 45 sitting next to it. On the desk were blueprints strewn about.

“Rokuro, you’re always looking at those blue prints!” said Katsuo in a friendly voice.

Rokuro looked up, and a smile came to his face, “Katsuo! Glad to see you came. I have some good news.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, Jet Jaguar M-IV is almost finished!”

“Really? That’s fantastic. We could have needed that 10 years ago when the Kilaaks invaded.”

“Heh, sorry about that, but M-III was still in development. Hey, he was still there to help with the clean up.”

Katsuo took a seat and looked at the blue prints on the desk, “So, your brother created a big thing in his time: Rudimentary A.I. and a massive 2 kilobit memory. What are you giving us now?”

        Rokuro leaned back in his seat. “Oh, I’ve done a lot. The growth time has increased. That means he can fight a kaiju faster without having to do some crazy moves. His weaponry has increased. With the help of an American, Stark or something like that, I put in power “repulsor” cannons in his hands.” He took a breath, “In his wrists, I put massive cannons. If you’ve seen Zone Fighter in any of his battles, you’ll see what I’m talking about. While mentioning Zone Fighter -ahem- I added in a nigh complete A.I. with the help of mental graphs from the hero. That means Jet Jaguar will behave and think in a similar manner to heroes like Zone, Godman, Greenman, and various others.”

Katsuo sat there, with his mouth agape. After a few minutes of speechlessness, he finally came up with some words, “Wow…Just wow. Well, that is something. Good thing we don’t have to use Jet Jaguar anytime soon.”

Rokuro agreed, “Yeah. Anyway, how’s the wife?”

“Doin’ good. She’s on Infant Island, helping the--” Katsuo tried to speak, but the radio that was just casually playing music now had an urgent message.

“Excuse the interruption, but we have some urgent news! A large monster has been reported in the Atlantic ocean!”

Rokuro looked at his friend, “Looks like we spoke too soon!”