1. “Solar Steel Refrain”
Unbeatable, the sun writes its code across your chest.
Unbeatable, Mars dust still clings to the seams of your knees
like old grief that refuses to rust.
Banjō leans back in the leather seat of the mansion,
cocktail in one hand, trigger in the other —
Bond in the cockpit, orphan in the marrow.
The Meganoids rise from their own betrayal,
metal children who ate their father’s heart.
But you —
you drink the light.
Unbeatable.
Your shoulders split the sky open
and the desert blooms in gold beneath your boots.
Reika and Beauty argue over who gets to polish the scar,
Garrison straightens your cape like a butler straightening fate.
You smile that crooked, Earth-born smile
and the sun answers:
unbeatable,
unbeatable,
unbeatable —
until the next dawn loads itself into your fists.
2. “Daitarn 3: Transmission Log (Hybrid Prose-Poem)”[Log Entry 47 – Earth Orbit]
Solar intake: 98%.
Pilot pulse: steady, sarcastic.
He calls me “old friend” while the city lights flicker like dying stars below.
They built me to protect a scientist who dreamed too loud.
Instead I protect the son who watched the dream murder its maker.
Meganoid laughter still echoes in my left servo —
the sound of children who learned freedom by killing their father.
[Log Entry 48 – Transformation Sequence]
Limbs unfold like accusations.
Chest plate opens: sun core exposed,
raw, yellow, unforgiving.
Banjō whispers, “Let’s dance,”
and gravity forgets its own name.
I am the last honest machine.
Every bolt remembers Mars.
Every photon remembers revenge.
Unbeatable is not a boast —
it is the only promise the light ever kept.
[End Transmission]
Beauty is crying again.
Reika loads another clip.
The butler pours scotch for a robot that cannot drink.
We rise anyway.
3. “The Unbeatable Sutra”I am the steel that forgot how to kneel.
He is the boy who never learned how.
Unbeatable —
the word tastes like solar flare on titanium tongue.
They tore his family from the red dunes.
I gave him my body in return.
Unbeatable —
a promise forged in the same fire that birthed the traitors.
Now we cruise the Riviera in a black suit and thirty meters of wrath.
Women orbit us like moons.
Meganoids fall like forgotten satellites.
Unbeatable —
the sun doesn’t negotiate.
Neither do we.
He laughs in the cockpit.
I answer with thunder.
Unbeatable —
until the last photon burns out.
And even then —
watch us rise anyway
