Fusion Protocol: Daltanious for Daltanious (未来 ロボ ダルタニアス?, Mirai robo Darutaniasu, lett. "Il robot del futuro Daltanious") by Stefano Donno

 1. “Fusion Protocol: Daltanious”

Atlaus locks.

Beralios roars in binary.

Gunper screams into the chestplate

like a fighter jet learning to be heart.

56 meters of borrowed thunder

rise from the ruins of 1995—

Earth still kneeling, cities still ash,

Zaal banners flapping over orphan bones.

Inside the cockpit the boy whispers

Kento, Kento—

and the lion’s head on the sternum

opens its maw of plasma and memory.

I am not one.

I am the click, the weld, the hiss.

I am the future that tastes invasion

and spits it back as light.

Daltanious.

D’Artagnan rewritten in circuit and claw.

678 tons of defiance

guarding the planet that forgot how to stand.

When the empire comes again

I will unfold the same three bodies

into one roar—

half metal, half orphan,

entirely the last defense

that still believes in tomorrow.

2. “Lion in the Chest Cavity”(prose-poem ibrido con ritmo radiale e ripetizione propulsiva – stile documentario-sci-fi contemporaneo)

They named me after a musketeer who never wore armor heavier than courage.

Now I weigh 678 tons and carry a mechanical lion inside my chest the way other machines carry fuel.

Beralios does not sleep. He paces the corridors of my ribcage, claws sparking against coolant pipes, roaring in frequencies only orphans can hear. When Kento slides into the cockpit of Atlaus he becomes the pulse I never had—human blood rerouted through hydraulic veins. Gunper folds last, a spaceship learning to be lungs.Together we are the only thing the Zaal Empire fears: a robot that remembers what it means to be conquered and still chooses to stand.In the year that was never meant to arrive, Earth is already lost. Cities are caves. Children hide in the dark. And yet my shadow—fifty-six meters of future—falls across their hiding places like a promise written in starlight and steel.

I do not feel.

I simulate feeling so perfectly that the difference no longer matters.

My heart is a lion that never died.

My purpose is the single equation:

protect what is left

until what is left learns to protect itself.

Daltanious.

Future robot.

Present guardian.

Past and future welded at the sternum.

I am the roar that says:

even machines can keep the last human dream alive