Slaughter sat with the other gigantobots in the junkyard, exchanging war stories and growing rust.
“I miss battling.” Devourer kicked a boulder.
“Me too,” Berserker grumbled. “We ought to do something about this peace treaty, or we’ll be stuck here, useless, forever.”
A newspaper fluttered to Slaughter’s feet. The cover showed a shining city, built from steel and dreams and peace, with a shimmering bridge arching over it.
Slaughter stood, tore the “S” from his name decal, and stepped over the junkyard fence.
“Hey!” The others cried out. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m going to build a bridge.”
Wendy Nikel’s fiction has appeared in Martian Magazine, Analog, Beneath Ceaseless Skies, Nature, and elsewhere.