Billions of years ago, stardust finished sculpting
what humanity would one day call Earth. But it was not meant
to be, not like this. A massive celestial object collided
with the young Earth, littering the surrounding space with
its shattered remains. It would take an enormous amount of
time for the Earth to reform. It would take a little longer
for its broken pieces to become the Moon. With volcanoes and
tectonic plates reshaping the surface, its core emitting a
suitable magnetic field, the ozone layer repelling unwanted
dosages of radiation, its tilted axis heralding different
seasons, clouds of gas forming an atmosphere strong enough
to allow weather formations, the Earth was ready for the coming
of life. Its beginning far from climactic, life started off
very small. While every living creature today could trace
their heritage back to the same ancestor, one in particular
couldn't. Even as a tiny cell, it was different. Whether it
owed its unique heritage to the celestial object that fractured
the Earth long ago shall forever remain a mystery.
It's routine was basic but the same couldn't
be said of its genetic makeup. Inside each cell, enzymes were
bouncing all over the place, carrying out thousands of tasks
per second. For millions of years the cells followed the same
pattern: live, improve, replicate, die. With every generation
the cells made minor adjustments. It witnessed the rise and
fall of the Cambrian Era. It traversed the primordial oceans.
After hundreds of millions of years, it evolved into a greater
organism. At first it gobbled up carbon minerals before acquiring
an appetite for microbes like itself to increase its size.
Most forms of life weren't that much larger than a microbe.
This creature ended up dwarfing mountains. Scientists in the
future have long debated about the Permian extinction event.
Ninety-five percent of all life during the Permian Era vanished
without a trace. Asteroid impacts, global warming, global
cooling, solar flares, super volcanoes, and gamma ray bursts
were the primary suspects. But they couldn't be further from
the truth. The creature consumed almost every life form on
the planet. Unable to seek out and devour the other five percent,
the creature consumed itself. At its peak many of its kind
towered above Mount Fuji. Around the beginning of the Mesozoic
Era, it was reduced to a single microbe. The data of its ascension
having been stored, it could easily return to its former glory.
All it needed was time and sustenance. Suddenly, an asteroid
hit the Earth, and the impact sent it hurtling into the atmosphere.
There it remained for millions of years, following the same
pattern of its rebirth.
Its time to evolve was nigh. Lethal dosages
of cosmic radiation saturated its cells, mutating its genetic
code. What would've normally taken millions of years, possibly
longer, happened in a few short days. It was a giant once
more. But it was nowhere near the size of a mountain like
was before. To regain its former glory it needed to feed off
carbon based materials.
It needed to devour all life.
Kenichi Yamani hated his quarters.
It was a small room with dull steel walls.
It made the young Japanese graduate feel small, helpless,
and inadequate. He couldn't sleep in his bed without pressing
against the cold walls with his feet. And when he couldn't
sleep, which happened often, Ken would tinker with his laptop.
Ken started and ended his day by writing new theories about
mutations, reading recent articles written by his contemporaries,
and re-modifying the ship's computers. Realizing he had other
duties to attend to, Ken suppressed his insomnia, and went
to work. He accessed military satellites without trouble,
using it to detect the migratory patterns of Gyaos. None of
them were anywhere near large human settlements, so there
was no need to alert the local governments. He reconfigured
the satellites, programming them to detect any erratic radioactive
signatures. There was a subtle signature emanating from the
Sea of Japan. Ken forwarded this information to his superiors,
speculating whether it was an active giant monster or North
Korean activity. Losing interest, Ken accessed other satellites
at his disposal, namely those monitoring outer space. Terrestrial
monsters were a handful but were by no means apocalyptic;
extraterrestrial monsters, however, were classified as world
enders, and with good reason. Cosmic horrors like King Ghidorah,
SpaceGodzilla, Hedorah, and Legion have brought nothing but
death and destruction to the Earth. But what if they were
just the beginning? What if they were running away from something
The universe was like a vast ocean, one teeming
with creatures bigger and badder than the last.
Suddenly, an unidentified object was detected
in the Earth's stratosphere. Ken tried finding its exact location
but the signal faded as quickly as it came. Frowning, Ken
typed for what could've been hours before giving up. Whatever
it was was gone. That's when red alarms blared. Ken stood
up, the faint luminance of his laptop washed over him. Logging
into the ship's mainframe, Ken wanted to find out what was
happening until the doors to his room swung open, and two
heavily armed guards escorted him out. Ken walked down a series
of hallways at their pace, a pace he was not very fond of.
Unlike many of his peers growing up, Ken was never interested
in sports. So his thin, frail body was a huge contrast to
the Man he saw standing firm in the center of the control
room he entered.
Douglas Gordon, Captain of the Gotengo battlecruiser,
met Ken with a feral stare. Ken suspected this was what it
felt like to meet a lion face-to-face. That's how uncomfortable
he felt around Captain Gordon. This seemed only to embolden
Captain Gordon's fierce demeanor.
"Welcome to the show, bookworm,"
Captain Gordon growled. "You're about to get a front
"To what?" Ken replied.
"My rematch," Captain Gordon revealed.
It was all he'd say for the next few hours.
Ken took his seat in front of a large computer
monitor. It was currently the most sophisticated in the world.
Ken bent down, powered up his laptop, and plugged it into
the Gotengo mainframe. He preferred his own equipment. Continuing
where he left off earlier, Ken discovered why they were on
red alert. Grainy images of Godzilla flooded the digital screen
in front of him. The King of the Monsters was on the warpath
across Japan. The Japanese Self-Defense Forces were scrambled
to delay his carnage. But nothing they did could hurt him,
let alone kill him. Kenichi Yamani was the foremost Godzilla
expert in the world. And even he would struggle to discover
a way to kill the creature. Godzilla was virtually indestructible,
not because of his dense flesh and atomic breath. No, the
secret to Godzilla's survival laid hidden in his cells. Godzilla's
ability to heal wounds instantly allowed him to wade through
conventional firepower unopposed and overcome stronger foes.
How he did it continued to be a mystery, one Ken hadn't quite
solved. Ken was a prodigy in scientific studies. His expertise
in biological and technological fields would one day win him
a Nobel prize. But he was still very young and many of his
colleagues were hesitant to accept his discoveries.
"Where could he be going?" Ken inquired
out loud. He wasn't much of a public speaker, so he regretted
"Based on Godzilla's trajectory, we believe
he'll be landing in the Tokyo area approximately three hours
from now," one of the technicians answered. She was pretty,
looked to be about Ken's age.
"But we're four hours away," Ken
gasped. There's not much they can do. Ken was very good at
making predictions, so he didn't like Tokyo's chances. Even
with the JSDF attacking Godzilla with everything in their
arsenal, they could never stop him from leveling the city.
Evacuations were already underway, so the casualties wouldn't
be anywhere near as bad as the 1954 numbers. And he should
really think about asking that pretty technician out. Ken's
face blushed. Why was he thinking about romance in a time
like this? These hormones would one day be the death of him.
They reminded him of his few failures in life. Like the time
he tried courting Miki Saegusa, the only psychic to ever influence
Godzilla. It was bad enough how she read his mind in advance
and probably knew his true intentions before he could be made
aware of them. It was even worse when his pickup line included
Godzilla in the same sentence.
Ken regained control over his senses. He looked
over, surprised to see Captain Gordon humoring him with a
grin. Since Captain Gordon was gripping his katana in one
hand and drinking a Budweiser in the other, Ken found his
image very unpleasant. On the bright side, Ken knew the distress
report he sent out earlier was what allowed the JSDF to buy
the citizens of Tokyo time. But how many lives did he really
save? What haunted Ken most wasn't the death toll. No, what
haunted him was whether those people were going to die for
The age of monsters forced humanity to defend
themselves in ways they never thought possible. Mighty machines
were assembled in top secret factories, equipped with state-of-the-art
technology. Some were built to engage the monsters in close
quarters. Others were meant to merely delay the monster from
destroying a city. The Gotengo was designed to do both. Flying
across the Mariana Trench, the Gotengo bypassed the sound
barrier. Sunlight glinted off its spinning drill and armor
plating as it sped off. Clouds parted as it increased its
speed. It left a trail of smoke miles long in its wake. It
had to reach Tokyo as fast as possible. At this time the Gotengo
was Tokyo's only hope. Humanity's other mechanical guardians
were busy elsewhere. Even if the human race funneled all their
resources into engineering an army of giant robots, they still
could not guarantee their own protection. The Gotengo and
its crew had their work cut out for them. In the past they've
managed to deter the likes of Varan, Manda, and Rodan. But
their next adversary was unlike anything they've ever faced.
Years ago, Captain Gordon took part in an unexpected
skirmish with the King of the Monsters. In Antarctica, the
Gotengo's predecessor, Atragon, fought the atomic behemoth.
Captain Hachiro Jinguji commanded the attack. But he along
with all other hands onboard lost their lives, save one. Douglas
Gordon barely lived to tell the tale. He single handedly managed
to subdue Godzilla long enough to escape with most of the
ship intact. Staring death in the face and living long enough
to fight another day is what landed Captain Gordon his promotion
and a ship of his own.
Captain Gordon, the most dangerous Man in the
world, wasn't really looking forward to a rematch. Who could
The Gotengo reached Tokyo at high noon.
Plumes of smoke painted the skies black. Fires
consumed entire city blocks, sucking the oxygen out of its
victims before burning them alive. Chaos was everywhere. Thousands
poured into the streets, trampling over one another to survive.
Nobody wanted to look back. But some couldn't resist. When
curiosity compelled them to face their attacker, a living
monolith of black scales glared back. Its flesh smelt like
saltwater and sulfur. Its fierce eyes pierced the souls of
the mortals scrambling at his feet. When it growled, it sounded
like thunder. When it roared, the world cringed in fear. Godzilla
squashed both human and machine alike with neither intent
nor remorse. His predatory eyes surveyed the chaos unfolding
beneath him, searching for an easy meal. But these people
could never satisfy him. Only nuclear power could quench his
thirst. And there was none to be had here.
Proton missiles shot out of the Gotengo's ports,
showering Godzilla in explosions. Gray smoke curled off Godzilla,
obscuring his terrifying face. There was a snort of contempt
in the back of his maw. Whoever attacked him will pay dearly.
Captain Gordon sat in his chair as a computerized
image of Godzilla materialized in front of him. Ken could've
sworn he saw the Captain snarl in disgust. Returning to his
laptop, Ken focused on what needed to be done. But every time
he tried finding a weakness in Godzilla's cellular makeup,
he found himself staring at the mutant behind the wheel of
the Gotengo. Shinichi Ozaki, the finest warrior in the Earth
Defense Force, was the pinnacle of human evolution. He wasn't
genetically experimented on. He wasn't grown in some lab.
He was born a mutant, gifted with superhuman abilities. Ken
wished he could've called Ozaki a moron, like so many other
soldiers he's had misdealings with in the past. But Ozaki
was a tactical genius. Since childhood he's studied combat
and warfare. He's been constantly training, constantly refining
his skills to become the finest warrior the Earth would ever
know. Miki Saegusa once read his mind. In the report, she
went on record saying it was like seeing the world through
the eyes of a god. Whenever his veins were pumped full of
adrenaline, time slowed to a crawl. She admitted it felt like
ecstasy before excusing herself out of embarrassment. Ken
never forgave Ozaki for that.
"Ozaki, hit him with everything we've
got!" Captain Gordon ordered.
Orange-reddish hued energy flashed around the
Gotengo's drill. Seeing this prompted a similar response from
Godzilla. Blue-silvery light enriched his dorsal spines, blinding
the populace at his feet. The Gotengo fired first, scorching
the air with its maser cannon. Godzilla's atomic breath greeted
it in front of his face. With enough time, Godzilla might've
pushed it back. But it was too close and unstable. The resulting
explosion eclipsed even Godzilla's massive frame, blasting
him through a skyscraper. Godzilla's feet clawed into the
Tokyo streets, keeping him from crashing into the rubble.
It would take a minute for the Gotengo to recharge its maser.
Godzilla only needed seconds to fire his most dangerous weapon.
Atomic fire once again burned out of his jaws. The Gotengo's
rocket boosters allowed it to narrowly avoid nuclear annihilation.
Godzilla's ray instead found a new target. It cut into a large
office building, vaporizing its core.
As much as Captain Gordon hated to do this,
he ordered Ozaki to use the buildings as cover. The evacuations
didn't go so well. There were still many people trapped in
the city. Thousands were going to die. But if he played his
cards just right, he could potentially save millions. The
Gotengo bombarded Godzilla with its proton missiles. Explosions
once again blossomed over Godzilla's body. Unfazed, Godzilla
moved to rip the flying ship apart with his claws. When he
couldn't reach the Gotengo, Godzilla spat his atomic breath.
The Gotengo flew behind a network of skyscrapers, using them
as cover. They were all severed from their foundations, disintegrated
by Godzilla's nuclear power. Heating up its engines, the Gotengo
charged Godzilla at full speed. Not even Godzilla wanted to
be impaled by the Gotengo. At the last second, he ducked his
head. The Gotengo only succeeded in grazing Godzilla's dorsal
"Remarkable," observed Ken. "The
Gotengo has drilled through mountains, volcanoes, and it even
managed to cut through solid diamond with ease. And yet it
couldn't even scratch Godzilla's spikes. I bet his skeleton
is made of the same material. That would explain why he's
so damn hard to kill, if that's even possible."
"He's died before," Captain Gordon
interjected. "I'll find a way to make it permanent."
The Gotengo swung back, pelting Godzilla with
another proton missile salvo. Godzilla's scaly flesh recoiled
from the explosive impacts. Curling up his lips, Godzilla
thought he'd try intimidating the Gotengo with his sharp teeth.
The Gotengo answered with its maser. Searing energies washed
over Godzilla's face, sending him crashing down into the pavement.
He wasn't down for long. Pushing off the ground, Godzilla
snarled at Captain Gordon's beloved ship. Blinding light gathered
in the back of his gaping maw. This time the Gotengo was too
slow; Godzilla's atomic beam lanced into its side, pushing
it into a skyscraper while burning through its hull. Inside
the Gotengo's control room, sparks were flying as were some
people. Captain Gordon was the only one unaffected by the
sudden shift in gravity. Losing his grip on his laptop, Ken
watched helplessly as it bounced off the ceiling before shattering
across the floor. Now he had no choice but to rely on the
Gotengo's computers, if time would permit.
The Gotengo was buried beneath rubble. Ken
wasn't sure if the damage was permanent or not. He'd find
out soon enough.
"What's our status?" Captain Gordon
"All hope is not lost, Captain,"
the cute technician girl reported. "We'll be able to
activate the rockets shortly. Proton missiles are still an
option. The energy reservoir used to power the maser cannon
has been put out of commission. We won't be able to use it
"We still can use the Absolute Zero Cannon,"
Captain Gordon guessed.
"Unlikely, given how our energy supplies
have been greatly reduced. All we can do now is buy Tokyo
"We should lure Godzilla out to sea,"
Ken suggested. "If he's looking for sustenance, he wouldn't
want to stay in the city for long. He'll search elsewhere."
Ozaki didn't even wait for Captain Gordon to
give him the order. He knew Gordon would take Kenichi's advice
seriously. Activating the rocket boosters, the Gotengo blasted
out of the rubble, ascending hundreds of meters a second.
Godzilla's feral eyes focused on it like how a cat would focus
on a mouse escaping its paws. Should he go after it? Godzilla
debated this in the most simplest of ways. The Gotengo flew
above Tokyo Bay, firing off one last missile salvo. They engulfed
Godzilla in fire and black smoke, helping him reach a unanimous
decision. With an ear piercing roar, Godzilla pursued the
escaping vessel. Miles of buildings stood in his path. Godzilla
vaporized them in an instant, burning a smoldering trench
into the harbor. He started making his way into the sea before
"He's not following us," a surprised
Ken observed. Godzilla stayed at the edge of the city limits.
One more step and he'd be in the water. Why wasn't he following
them? Godzilla was a very territorial animal. Attacking him
guaranteed a retaliation of any kind. He should be hunting
them right now. But he's not. Ken didn't know if this was
a good thing or a bad thing.
"Sir," the same cute technician girl
reported. "The United States Navy have deployed their
Nimitz-class aircraft carrier battle groups to give us aid.
They should be arriving in Tokyo Bay at any moment now."
"That wouldn't make Godzilla stop,"
Ken said. "If anything, that'd agitate him even more."
"Am I really seeing this?" Captain
Gordon shouted in alarm.
Everyone stopped what they were doing. All
eyes turned to the large video monitor ahead. Nobody could
believe what they were seeing. The aircraft carrier groups
were being pulled out of the water by an unseen force. Several
mighty ships, each weighing somewhere in the 20,000-90,000
ton range, were defying gravity. Nothing was spared, not even
the aircrafts or the personnel. The typical aircraft carrier
had over 6,000 crew-members. Given how an entire fleet was
being raptured up, many more lives were about to be lost.
The Gotengo funneled more energy to its rocket boosters, breaking
the sound barrier again. Their sonic booms could be heard
all over Tokyo. Godzilla stood like a statue, unfazed by the
thundering sound. Ken reconfigured the Gotengo computers to
his liking. He tried using satellite surveillance to retrieve
a live feed of what was happening to the ships. But the clouds
wouldn't let them get a clear image. So Ken used a number
of frequencies to help identify the culprit. What he picked
up on created more questions. The strange energy signature
implied it wasn't a gravity fluctuation at all. It looked
more like something was sucking the ships up. But what force
on Earth could do that?
Monstrous tentacles slithered down from the
heavens, heralding dark clouds and lightning. As the lightning
acted as an omen for a greater disaster to come, the tentacles
shimmered in the light. They looked like they were made of
water. But they quickly demonstrated how solid they were by
constricting one of the battleships. Their mere touch melted
the battleship into a dripping, condensed mess. Terrified
witnesses watched the tentacles snatch the liquified remains
of the battleship up into the sky. Hovering in midair, the
Gotengo stopped venturing any closer. Godzilla stayed on land,
sensing the creature obscured by the sky. A nervous Ken watched
him on one of the video monitors. Godzilla, the King of the
Monsters, never backed down from a fight. Even in the presence
of Bagan and King Ghidorah, Godzilla never faltered. No challenge
went unanswered by the King of the Monsters. So why was Godzilla
hesitant to face this new creature? At first Ken thought maybe
Godzilla was afraid. But as he thought about it more, he suspected
other reasons. This creature was large enough to devour an
entire aircraft carrier fleet. Perhaps Godzilla was waiting
to see what he's up against?
It made sense. That's why they were waiting.
But patience was never Captain Gordon's strongest attribute.
"Take us up, find what's doing this, and
blow it out of the sky," Captain Gordon growled. The
Gotengo blasted off into the sky as commanded. Seeing his
attacker move to face this new intruder convinced Godzilla
to resume his hunt. The King of the Monsters marched into
Tokyo Bay, disappearing beneath the waves. In the sky, the
Gotengo approached the entity. Everyone was nervous and at
the edge of their seats. Soon they'd be above the clouds with
nothing but the Sun shining down on them. Everyone thought
the creature would be hiding somewhere in the clouds. So when
they found out otherwise, their reactions spoke louder than
words. Ken felt like his mouth had dropped and hit the floor.
Ozaki looked calm but not even his elite training suppressed
his sense of dread. All the technicians and crew members gasped
in alarm. Captain Gordon gritted his teeth, knowing his day
just got a hell of a lot longer.
Dogora basked in the sunlight. Several tentacles
branched out of its massive being, swishing the clouds below.
It resembled a giant jellyfish. Rivers of violet glowing energy
crackled beneath its translucent flesh. Acknowledging its
electrical presence, the storm brewing in the clouds rippled
with lightning. Somehow it manipulated gravity by levitating
thousands of feet above sea level. Magnifying its core, the
Gotengo located what remained of the aircraft carrier group.
Trapped in the bowels of the beast, hundreds of thousands
of tons of steel broke down, and became digested by Dogora's
acidic body. This feast alone had a profound impact on Dogora's
physique; its already immense size doubled. Not even a miracle
could've saved the brave Men and Women aboard the doomed naval
ships. Dogora's ravenous hunger refused to be sated. Seeing
not with eyes for it had none, Dogora sensed the Gotengo in
ways humans could only describe as taste. It hovered through
the air at a slow pace.
The Gotengo fired several proton missiles at
it. The missiles sliced through Dogora's ethereal body, almost
making it out the other end before its corrosive touch forced
them to detonate. Unaffected by the Gotengo's missile strikes,
Dogora showed no signs of slowing down. The Gotengo's drill
shimmered with blue-silvery light. It was preparing to discharge
its Absolute Zero Cannon. Once a weapon wielded by the advanced
fighting robot, Kiryu, the Absolute Zero Cannon now had another
benefactor. If used correctly, it could freeze and annihilate
its target on the molecular scale. Nothing could survive it.
It also required massive amounts of energy. If fired, the
Gotengo would no longer be airborne. It'd be drifting somewhere
in the Pacific.
"Hey, bookworm," Captain Gordon grumbled.
"It's Kenichi Yamane," Ken corrected.
"Whatever," Captain Gordon replied.
"I wanted to use the A.Z.C. to freeze Godzilla's prehistoric
ass. But it looks like we've finally found something worse
"That's an astute observation," Ken
fired back. He tried being condescending but it didn't sound
like it. "This creature appears to feed off carbon materials.
Judging by its size and ferocious appetite, I'd say it won't
stop until there's nothing left for it to eat."
"I take that as bad news?"
Ken felt like calling Captain Gordon a moron.
But that'd be really stupid of him to do. He'd be pummeled
to death or worse, maybe even ejected out of the Gotengo.
"Carbon is the reason life exists,"
Ken answered. "So what we're looking at is an omega level
situation. If we don't stop it now, everything goes extinct.
Captain Gordon thought about this news for
a few seconds.
"Use of Absolute Zero Cannon, authorized."
Possibly delaying its demise, Dogora attacked.
Its monstrous tentacles lashed out, attempting to ensnare
the Gotengo in its corrosive touch. Unable to fly around and
power up the Absolute Zero Cannon, the Gotengo was forced
to ditch the latter for the former. On the top part of its
hull, laser cannons made their presence known by cutting Dogora's
tentacles apart. The severed tentacles disappeared in the
clouds somewhere beneath them. Redistributing its biomass,
Dogora instantly regrew its lost limbs. The Gotengo twisted
and turned, desperately trying to find a way out. But everywhere
it went, Dogora's tentacles were there to meet it. It avoided
Dogora by blasting its tentacles with its lasers. Those severed
tentacles dropped into the clouds, vanishing like all the
others. Nobody suspected Dogora was setting them up for a
trap. Not until it became clear the only way they could go
was through Dogora itself.
"It played us," Captain Gordon mumbled,
gripping his katana. "It played us like fools. Just how
smart is this thing?"
Ken didn't think it was smart, not in the same
way humans were smart. Based on his observation alone, Ken
suspected Dogora was a mindless colony of trillions and trillions
of single-celled organisms. What Captain Gordon perceived
as a trap was really the result of human negligence. They
were interested in avoiding Dogora's tentacles. If they really
wanted to prevent such an outcome, they should've retreated.
But they stuck around to continue this hopelessly one-sided
battle. On the bright side, it did give Ken a chance to examine
this new kaiju specimen. The Gotengo's geiger counter detected
it emitting low-levels of radiation. Could Dogora be yet another
spawn of humanity's nuclear ambitions? Ken didn't think he'd
have enough time to investigate the matter.
The Gotengo pierced through Dogora like a bullet
would a water balloon. It shot out the other side at supersonic
speeds. It wasn't in good shape. Dogora's corrosive body ate
away at the Gotengo's carbon based armor. Ken guessed that
maybe they had roughly several minutes before it would eat
all the way through. Losing power and unable to cope with
the damages, the Gotengo crash-landed into Tokyo Bay. The
instant the Gotengo made contact with the water, clouds of
steam shot up. Luckily, the aircraft stayed afloat as it was
also designed to act as a submarine should the situation call
for it. During its construction, the Gotengo's engineers suspected
it might fight creatures like Biollante. So they outfitted
it with a type of anti-acid coating. It would seem their technology,
though outdated, helped a little.
Lightning bolts scorched the air and stabbed
the sea. Thunder shook the heavens, signaling Dogora's descent.
Its interactions with the dark clouds had an unusual effect
on the electromagnetic spectrum. Dogora wasn't interested
in shiny spectacles, it was interested in the Gotengo. It
hovered above the crashed airship, dispatching its monstrous
tentacles to scoop up the damaged vessel. In the command center,
Captain Gordon and his crew watched helplessly as they moved
closer. The situation was so intense, nobody could perform
their duties. Nobody noticed the large blip on the sonar.
But everyone noticed the dorsal spines cutting through Dogora's
tentacles. Godzilla emerged from the depths of Tokyo Bay,
shrieking at the leviathan above him. Even the King of the
Monsters paled in comparison. Godzilla gritted his teeth,
wanting nothing more than to destroy the Gotengo, and be done
with it. But he knew he couldn't risk turning his back on
Dogora. Dogora didn't move. It looked like it was assessing
Godzilla's presence and what to do about it.
'Or it's wetting its appetite,' Ken thought
to himself. 'It's probably never seen food this big, aside
Godzilla didn't wait to be attacked. Atomic
light irradiated his dorsal spines. Channeling his awesome
power, Godzilla unleashed his atomic breath. The blue-silvery
beam cut through Dogora's frail flesh, dicing large portions
of its body apart. Bits and pieces of Dogora rained down from
the sky, splashing into the water. Waters churned where Dogora's
severed limbs fell, marking the site of their grave. The defiant
Godzilla faced the larger creature, challenging it. Dogora
did not disappoint. Its tentacles shot out of its body like
harpoons, constricting and spearing Godzilla. The King of
the Monsters shrieked in agony as the tentacles lifted him
out of the water, ravaging his scaly hide. Quick bursts of
atomic energy spat out of Godzilla's mouth, blasting off the
tentacles that bound him. Falling into the water, Godzilla
was quick to rise again to avenge himself. More and more of
Dogora's biomass was redistributed, growing longer, bulkier
tentacles than before. When these ones struck Godzilla, it
felt like an entire city block had been fired into his head.
Godzilla was sent hurtling to the bottom of Tokyo Bay, smashing
into its watery soil.
"Incredible," Ken observed in astonishment.
"That time the creature's corrosive touch wasn't implemented.
It can strengthen its cells, fortifying its body."
Red eyes opened, penetrating the murky depths
of Tokyo Bay. Godzilla's eyes were the most advanced known
to science. He could see in the darkest depths. To him, Tokyo
Bay looked like it was brimming with sunlight. But he didn't
have time to contemplate how remarkable this was. His head
felt like it had been split open. Digging his feet into the
soggy soil, Godzilla gathered his strength, and jumped up.
He propelled himself towards the surface at high speeds, rivaling
the speed of a torpedo. Godzilla broke the surface, slashing
the air where one of Dogora's tentacles waved. The tentacle
was instantly parted. Godzilla's return from the dark depths
sent a tidal wave crashing into the downed Gotengo, blowing
it out of the battle, which was really a blessing in disguise
for its crew. Godzilla, however, suffered a grisly injury.
Contact with Dogora's body made the skin on his hand peel
off. The pain made Godzilla briefly think about his past fights
with Hedorah. To win this fight, Godzilla would have to find
another way to attack. Atomic flames churned in his maw. Godzilla
knew what to do next.
"Status report," Captain Gordon
grumbled. He was standing now. This must have meant their
situation was dire.
"Our engines have flatlined, we only have
thirty-minutes of power left, and we're--"
Interrupting one of his technicians, Gordon
grumbled, "Give it to me plainly."
"We're dead in the water."
"Damn it," Gordon said. There really
wasn't much he could do.
Ken watched Godzilla fight Dogora. It truly
was a breathtaking moment, one he'd remember for the rest
of his life. Given recent events, Ken speculated how long
he had left to live. Not wanting to contemplate death, Ken
tried distracting himself. Both creatures are radioactive,
so what if they were drawn to each other? And why did radiation
have such an abnormal effect on their DNA? It's brought nothing
but suffering and death to virtually every other life form
living on the Earth today. On one hand, radiation has poisoned
and killed tens of thousands of people. On the other, it's
had a different effect on other organisms. Amphibian mutations
have been directly linked to pollution and radioactive fallouts,
having been seen but not limited to: sprouting extra limbs,
producing another eyeball or two, or even growing a second
head. All of these mutations have been directly linked to
radiation. But not all of Earth's life forms exposed to radiation
have died or been severely handicapped by it. For some, radiation
kickstarted their evolution. What would've normally taken
natural selection millions and millions of years to accomplish,
devices like the hydrogen bomb did it in seconds. Nobody knew
why. Nobody knew why radiation made them bigger, stronger,
and more powerful. When he was younger, Ken thought he stumbled
across the answer. It was found in the words of a song, one
he remembered being quite fond of.
'History shows again and again how nature points
out the folly of Man.'
For the longest time, Ken believed that to
be the case. After studying Godzilla for years and life in
general, Ken was no longer pleased with this as an answer.
Because in his mind, it really wasn't an answer. To him it
seemed to be motivated primarily by superstition. Nature,
the prevailing force behind life, didn't really have an agenda.
It neither liked nor hated its spawn. What it did was without
intent. Many people, even some in the scientific community,
suspected there to be some divine plan at work. They believed
the complexity of organisms, stretching back from DNA all
the way to the very environment these life forms inhabited,
played a vital role in some master plan. But that was simply
not the case. Since the beginning, humans have long confused
their wants and desires with the indisputable truth staring
them in the face. Ken couldn't blame them. People were hardwired
to live like this. Maybe that's why nature paved the way for
sentient life, to bring purpose and order to its existence.
If that's the case, it still doesn't mean there was a divine
plan at work. It just meant mindless, unmerciful forces of
chaos can and have given life to flawed, intelligent creatures
of order. In retrospect, intelligent creatures can and have
given life to creatures who are more of a hybrid of the two
That's why Ken respected beliefs more native
to his homeland. Good and evil were in the eyes of the beholder,
placed in a fictional arena at the whims of its human spectators
to battle for all eternity. Deep down, that's what Ken thought
he was seeing. But he couldn't think such irrational thoughts.
No, he had to stay focused.
The workings of a single-celled organism was
complex. Humans couldn't artificially replicate it. To understand
the blueprints of a DNA, the entire genetic history of an
organism, one would have to study it for decades without stopping.
Even then they'd just be scratching their heads. So back to
his original query, how could creatures like Godzilla prosper
from radiation? How could he change into a stronger animal?
Why couldn't humans, fish, frogs, sharks, cats, and birds
use radiation to change into higher forms of life? Why did
creatures like Godzilla meet the criteria while others weren't
so lucky? Ken had an answer, albeit it was a temporary one.
Godzilla's genes allowed him to do it, that's why. But how
did his genes come to possess the means of doing something
that was originally thought impossible? That's what stumped
him. So far the mutation was consistent. Godzilla's adopted
son, Godzilla Junior, exhibited similar symptoms. So did creatures
like Rodan, and they weren't even part of the same species.
But what little sense Ken could make of this could be found
somewhere in their genetic history. Godzilla and Rodan are
different, much like how Godzilla and Man are different. But
somewhere in Earth's history, they could be linked to the
same ancestor. Even humans and Godzilla shared the same ancestor.
Despite their differences, Ken saw Godzilla as a distant cousin,
just like how he saw all life forms on Earth. There's a reason
why trees are great symbols of life. Seeds, like the first
organism, grew, and branched off into many different roots.
These roots in turn branched off into more roots. Somewhere
on the incomprehensible Earth Family Tree, Ken knew his and
Godzilla's ancestors in the distant past split off and went
their separate ways.
But what of Dogora? Ken scratched his head.
He really didn't know much about it. All he knew was its radioactive,
its really really big, and capable of exterminating all life
on Earth. Ken hated how he could think so much and still not
learn anything new.
Suddenly, Ozaki jumped out of his seat, and
raced to the nearest exit. He shot Captain Gordon an alarming
look. Gordon nodded, ordering the armed guards who had escorted
Ken in earlier to back him up. Ken's curiosity got the better
of him. So he left his post to see what was troubling Ozaki.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Captain Gordon barked.
Turning pale, Ken whispered something about
knowing how to get the Gotengo up and running, but he'd need
to inspect the machines personally to get the job done. Captain
Gordon wasn't really listening. Ken could've told him he was
leaving to breed a goat with a crocodile and Gordon wouldn't
have listened to a single word. All this scientific talk made
Captain Gordon's head hurt. He waved for Ken to leave the
room. Not because he believed anything the Japanese youth
had said, no, he did it so he wouldn't do something dumb like
breaking one of the poor kid's arms for feeling stupid in
comparison. In a bizarre way, Kenichi Yamane's intelligence
made Captain Gordon feel inferior. Gordon made a mental note
to never confess this to anyone.
Ken sprinted down a hallway, searching for
the armed guards and Ozaki. When he moved around a corner,
Ken's vision distorted. There was too much steam in the air.
He could hear the armed guards panicking, wondering where
that rotten mutant had run off to. Ken suspected Ozaki was
nowhere near them, otherwise they wouldn't had insulted him
the way they did. Peaking around the corner, Ken saw them
scrambling to make sense of the situation. There was a huge
gaping hole in the wall. Walls of steam hissed out of the
floor, brightened by the sunlight outside, which meant the
Gotengo had been breached. That's when Ken saw it. A humanoid
creature emerged. It had the shape of a human. But it looked
like it was made of water. Could this be a remnant of Dogora?
It had to be. But why was it mimicking human form? Even in
the most bizarre times, Ken surprised himself. Normally he'd
be more interested in how things work. The armed guards shouted
at it, ordering it to surrender. It didn't understand human
tongue. It did, however, know it had just been threatened.
So this H-Man stepped out of the sizzling haze,
its translucent feet burning with steam. Like Dogora, its
corrosive touch meant it should be approached with extreme
caution. The armed guards lit it up with a hail of gunfire.
The gunshots reverberated off the iron walls, pummeling Ken's
hearing. He covered his ears as he watched the bullets pass
harmlessly through the H-Man's liquid body. The H-Man recoiled
from the sharp impacts but did not stop its stride. It swiped
at one of the guards, ripping the poor soldier in half. He
writhed on the floor for a few seconds before dying from the
pain. His comrade bent down to check his pulse, never taking
his eyes off the H-Man.
"He's dead," Ken screamed.
The armed guard looked at him in surprise.
But there was no time for protocol. Ken could see the experience
in his eyes. He knew this soldier relied on his instincts
and nothing more. Running over, the soldier tried dragging
Ken with him as he retreated. But Ken tripped, making this
extremely difficult. Ken tried getting up fast enough. Had
he done so, the solider would've lived longer. The H-Man's
hand bubbled out of the soldier's stomach, having just finished
melting its way through his spine and vital organs. Ken watched
in horror as the H-Man melted the solider down into a red
bubbling puddle. It wasn't finished. It reached down, siphoning
the soldier's liquified remains.
The H-Man was feasting on the dead!
It then sensed Ken's trembling presence. When
it faced him, Ken felt a chill shoot up his spine. The way
the H-Man looked was scary enough. But the way it moved was
scarier. It was inhuman. The H-Man stepped closer, becoming
instantly shrouded in steam. Its dripping hand reached out.
It hovered inches away from Ken's face. Ken shielded his face
with his arms. He knew it wouldn't do anything. But he did
it anyway. Doing this prevented Ken from seeing a moth fly
out of nowhere and rest on his shoulder. It's subtle touch
planted a seed of hope in the young man, one that needed time
to grow. Several seconds passed before Ken realized he was
still breathing. Lowering his arms, Ken stared at the H-Man
in shock and awe.
The H-Man had its arms draped over its empty
"You're copying me," Ken whispered.
"Does that mean you understand me?" The H-Man dropped
its arms. It resumed its quest for sustenance by reaching
for Ken's face. How it could maintain its form without turning
into a puddle mystified him. Ken wanted to know how it did
it. Not just because he was intrigued, he simply wanted to
forget the hopelessness of the situation he was in. And damn
it, he really should've asked that cute technician girl out.
For one second, Ken was staring death in the
face. Another second later, he saw the H-Man being splattered
against the wall. Steam shot up and exploded into a haze,
obscuring Ken's vision. Someone grabbed his arm, lifted his
body up off the ground, and carried him down the hallway.
It happened so fast, Ken felt like he was going to puke. That's
when he caught a glimpse of his savior: Ozaki. The mutant
soldier was holding him with one arm, while holding what looked
like a steel mace in the other. Ozaki must've crafted it himself
on short notice, judging by its poor quality. Smoke hissed
off its corroded surface, further proof Ozaki used it to attack
Ken studied his savior in the same manner a
zoologist would study a wolverine. Ozaki's eyes were all over
the place. No doubt his other senses were playing a prominent
role in detecting any signs of danger. Since he looked alert,
Ken guessed the H-Man was still a threat. But Ken wasn't too
worried. Ozaki was one of the greatest fighters on the planet.
With his mutant abilities, Ozaki can move faster than bullets,
bend steel, and jump off skyscrapers without fear of ever
hurting himself. Ken had also read reports about Ozaki possessing
a unique healing factor, one very much like Godzilla's own
regeneration. Ken hoped they wouldn't need to see the limits
of Ozaki's healing.
"Oh," Ken muttered. "I-I almost
forgot to thank you."
Ozaki glanced down at Ken, favoring him with
a surprised look. Ken could've sworn he saw a faint grin on
Ozaki's face. That bastard.
Steam hissed behind them. Ozaki's eyes pierced
the haze, spotting the hostile. It had reconstituted itself
perfectly. Ozaki couldn't find any weaknesses in its makeup.
Hitting it would only slow it down or even worse -- it'd piss
it off! And their time was running out. Ozaki realized his
mace had melted down to its handle, and was no longer useful.
Dropping it, Ozaki backpedaled with Ken. They could run back
and try to alert the others. But in doing so, they'd endanger
everyone on the ship. This H-Man had to be stopped, here and
now. Recalling the Gotengo schematics, Ozaki knew they had
a chance. Running over to the nearest corridor, Ozaki punched
a hole in the wall, and peeled it apart.
"What are you doing?!" Ken shouted.
Too numb to see how much he was shaking, Ken looked back at
the H-Man. Dogora's spawn marched down the hall, leaving a
trail of steam in its wake. It'll be in close reach of them
soon enough. Inside the wall, Ozaki found the hidden EDF Weapons
Vault. Under normal circumstances, tearing down the wall with
his bare hands wouldn't have been necessary. There was another
way to open it. He just didn't have enough time to punch in
the codes. But even with the wall removed, Ozaki faced a new
problem. He couldn't break the vault open, for not even he
was strong enough.
In a calm manner, Ozaki addressed Ken. "Mister
Yamane, please open the vault. It contains heavy firepower,
so open it with caution. The code is 9-3-7-5-2-5. You will
have to enter that code twice." With nothing more to
say, Ozaki turned into a blur as he jumped into action. There
was no time to argue. Ken did what he was told, knowing the
lives of everyone onboard depended on it.
Ozaki jumped behind the H-Man, burying his
fists into the steel floor. Tearing it loose, Ozaki lifted
the floor up from below the H-Man, and tossed it down the
Ken found the keypad on the vault. He pressed
the button 9…
Ozaki sprinted down the hall. Jumping up, he
gripped the ceiling panel and used it to bury the H-Man in
rubble. But the H-Man melted out of the rubble instantly.
The H-Man's arms sprouted out like pythons.
With its reach greatly enhanced, the H-Man sought to catch
Ozaki from afar.
7… 5… 2…
Ozaki jumped off the walls, evading the H-Man's
shooting arms. Instead of searing flesh, H-Man's arms ended
up punching sizzling holes into steel.
Standing in the sunlight, Ozaki knew he found
the spot where the Gotengo's hull had been breached earlier.
This was also the spot where the H-Man had been first sighted.
The H-Man tried blindsiding Ozaki, but the mutant flipped
over the inhuman creature, and splattered it apart with a
precise punch to its center.
Ken reentered the code. The vault opened.
Ozaki removed his kevlar glove, ignoring the
searing pain in his hand. The H-Man stood in the sunlight,
sparkling like an angel. But it was no angel. It was a creature
that wanted one thing and one thing only: Ozaki as lunch.
Ken's timely arrival made sure that wouldn't happen. Even
with two hands, Ken couldn't carry the energy weapon. He had
to drag it across the floor. Ozaki walked over, picked it
up with ease, and took aim. Despite being a handheld weapon,
Ken knew it was much more potent than that. It was designed
to injure giant monsters, creatures powerful enough to wade
through armor piercing rounds, artillery shells, and rockets.
Ken shielded his eyes and looked away. With his seared hand
pulling the trigger, Ozaki fired a blinding energy projectile,
one that disintegrated the H-Man, and exploded out of the
The Gotengo vibrated.
"Are we alive?" Ken asked. His glasses
had been blown off. There was now a bigger hole in the hull.
Ken could hear and smell the seawater outside.
"We're alive," Ozaki replied confidently.
He watched in satisfaction as his hand regenerated its hideous
Unbeknownst to the humans, the moth flew off
Ken's shoulder, and disappeared into the outside world.
Ken and Ozaki returned to the command center.
It's as if their fight with the H-Man never even happened,
given how oblivious everyone else was. Ozaki returned to his
duties at the head of the ship. Ken stumbled over to his station,
shocked by everything he had seen and experienced. Captain
Gordon studied the Japanese youth. Feeling like he was being
watched, Ken met Captain Gordon's gaze. The Captain nodded
in understanding. Did he see everything? Ken would never know.
At that point he really didn't care. All he wanted to do was
get off this ship and sleep. But his scuffle with the H-Man
was nothing compared to the battle happening outside in Tokyo
Dorsal spines sliced through the ocean waves.
Fishermen who'd seen Godzilla out at sea feared his dorsal
spines more than how most people feared seeing sharks fins.
Once upon a time, there was nothing scarier than swimming
through the water and seeing a shark fin creeping out of the
ocean at you. Now there was. Godzilla moved so fast, waves
strong enough to topple oil tankers rolled over the bay. The
King of the Monsters swam beneath the monstrous Dogora, ignoring
its tentacles as they seared into his body. Every time Dogora's
tentacles burned trenches into his hide, Godzilla dove straight
down. If it weren't for his regeneration, Godzilla would have
nasty scars. Dogora penetrated the murky waters of Tokyo Bay,
trying in vain to snatch the atomic dragon. The freezing waters
rendered Dogora's acidic touch useless. So Dogora improvised
by strengthening its mass like before. Swimming at over forty-knots,
Godzilla glided through the water like a living torpedo. Tentacles
blindsided him by ensnaring his tail, pulling him out of the
water. Godzilla gritted his teeth, fighting the larger monster
with every fiber of his being.
Dogora threw Godzilla so hard across Tokyo
Bay, the giant reptile bounced across the water for a few
seconds before sinking. Not yet ready to succumb to the dark
depths, Godzilla fired his radioactive breath. Atomic energy
roared out of the water, cutting Dogora in two. Forced to
once again divert its biomass to repair its injuries, Dogora
sealed up the damage though it had shrunk a little. It was
still the largest creature on Earth. Not even Godzilla could
hurt it. That wouldn't stop Godzilla from trying. But as the
atomic reptile moved closer, Godzilla's instincts were too
late to alert him to the peril he was in.
It started with the water recoiling. Then an
unseen force pulled it into the sky. Godzilla watched in alarm
as the water around him was sucked up into Dogora's mass.
That's when Godzilla felt it tugging at him. He tried to escape
but it was too late. Godzilla saw the ocean depths fall away
from him as Dogora sucked him out of the sea. The King of
the Monsters was pulled higher into the air, spinning uncontrollably.
Godzilla couldn't see where he was going. If he did, he wouldn't
believe his eyes. Dogora's entire lower section parted. It
was if its entire lower half had transformed into two massive
jaws. Godzilla was sucked right in into what could best be
described as Dogora's belly. The lower half of Dogora's body
returned to its original state. Its burning, translucent fluids
smothered Godzilla. All Godzilla could do was roar in agony
as the acids disintegrated his skin and flayed his muscles
and bones. Godzilla's heart-wrenching cries died the moment
he could no longer breathe. Not that he could make a sound
if he wanted to; Godzilla's vocal cords dissolved along with
the rest of his throat.
Ken watched in horror. "There has to
be something we can do," he said. Ken was met with awkward
glances. He knew he sounded too sympathetic for Godzilla's
plight. A part of him was.
Captain Gordon didn't say anything. Ken kept
expecting him to belittle him, maybe even relieve him of his
duties. Monster sympathizers didn't belong in the Earth Defense
Force. But if respected people like Miki Saegusa had a place
in the organization, then he'd take his chances. Captain Gordon
wasn't even looking at him. His big brown eyes were glued
to the camera monitors. It was not a pretty sight. Even a
war veteran like Douglas Gordon cringed. He'd seen Men burned
alive by napalm but this was different. Unlike a quarrel between
two nations, where killing your foe was both intended and
expected, Godzilla and Dogora were nothing more than two giant
animals. They fought only for sustenance, territory, and survival.
So seeing Dogora melting Godzilla alive to feed off his body
made Captain Gordon's skin crawl. It felt as if Dogora was
devoid of any true purpose. But he had it all wrong. It wasn't
purpose Dogora lacked, it was humanity. That's what truly
bothered Captain Gordon.
"Ozaki," Captain Gordon grumbled
to his mutant comrade. "Activate the Absolute Zero Cannon.
Target the giant jellyfish."
"You want us to save Godzilla's life,
sir?" Ozaki replied.
"Hell no," Captain Gordon replied
quickly. "But the longer that things eats Godzilla, the
bigger it's gonna get." He was right. Dogora's already
massive size was doubling, maybe even tripling. When it's
done feasting on Godzilla, it'd be large enough to devour
all of Tokyo. Unless the Gotengo had something to say about
Its drill gathered large quantities of energy.
Funneling this energy into a specific point allowed the Gotengo
to achieve absolute zero temperatures. Doing this wasn't easy.
If the Gotengo waited too long to unleash its power, it'd
surely backfire. Ken thought the Absolute Zero Cannon was
modern humanity's answer to time travel. To travel back in
time, you'd need to go beyond absolute zero. You'd also need
to reverse the flow of time and space, rewinding the motion
of every particle in the universe, making sure they repeated
the past perfectly. All of which should've been impossible.
But since they've been visited by beings from the future,
Ken was content with just freezing Dogora's atoms in place
'This universe fails physics forever,' Ken
thought to himself.
The order was given. The Gotengo fired the
Absolute Zero Cannon, striking Dogora a few seconds later.
It took several seconds to freeze Dogora's entire body. It
looked like a frosted mountain, cracking under the weight
of its own magnificent size. A dying Godzilla rested at the
heart of the frozen Dogora. Most of his skin had been eaten
away. His blood-pumping muscles stained everything they touched.
Were it not for his twitching fingers or heaving chest, Ken
would have declared him dead. It was a repulsive thing to
see. Mankind's greatest adversary reduced to a gaunt, withered
husk. Ken could only speculate about how much pain Godzilla
must have felt. It must've been worse than surviving the radioactive
fallout that mutated him.
Dogora's enormous icy bulk shattered, sprinkling
billions of pieces down into Tokyo Bay. Godzilla's ravaged
body fell into his watery home. He neither made a sound nor
"That's it then," Ken announced
solemnly. "Both Godzilla and Dogora are dead. We've won."
There was a collective sigh of relief in the
Ozaki saw something nobody else could see.
"No, we haven't."
Thunder and lightning split the skies, heralding
the return of Dogora. Emitting a teal hued glow, the second
Dogora descended from the clouds that protected it in its
infancy. It was nowhere near as large as its predecessor.
But it dwarfed monsters like Godzilla easily. It could also
consume cities like Tokyo in less than an hour if left unabated.
Twisting its monstrous tentacles, Dogora loomed above Tokyo
Bay like a god preparing to cast judgment over the mortals
of the world.
Those pieces we blew off earlier," Ken
recalled. "They must have took refuge in the clouds,
free to reform into a larger entity. We're in trouble."
"Damn it," Captain Gordon shouted.
"Call the UNGCC and tell them to send everything they've
got to Tokyo right away!"
His orders were heard and obeyed. Not that
it mattered much. Be it MechaGodzilla or the Super-X, none
of Mankind's self-made protectors would reach Tokyo in time.
Having expended most of its power, the Gotengo could not fire
the Absolute Zero Cannon a second time. All hope was lost.
'So this is how our species will go extinct.
Not by a meteorite, global warming, or nuclear winter. But
by the hands of another creature,' Ken thought bitterly. 'And
I thought we were going to be wiped out by a new radical virus.
Not much else we can do now but sit here in the water. It's
a shame our civilization won't get the chance to see the next
millennium. We'll meet our extinct relatives in oblivion.
On a positive note, at least traces of our existence will
remain for a few centuries. The Earth will recycle us one
way or another. It's not all bad. Anyway, I doubt things would've
gone well with that cute technician girl.'
Proofreading his thoughts, Ken's face burned
"Goddamn it, it can't end like this!"
Black smoke curled off the twisted remnants
of its once great structures. Many were dead, many more were
wounded. The survivors found themselves instinctively drawn
to the outskirts, down where thousands of cargo ships a day
used to unload at the docks. As one they stopped at the edges,
staring in awe at the living monolith called Dogora. The radiance
of its bioelectric aura washed over them. Some shielded their
eyes, while others let the light blind them. All of them waited
for the end to come. It's been a long, incredible journey
for the Japanese people. They've endured so many disasters
throughout the years, both natural and manmade. Not a soul
among them considered this a fitting end. But if their end
had truly come then they'd die with dignity. They'll face
their destroyer together.
Huddling with the citizens of Tokyo, two twin
girls held hands, and prayed for protection. Their youthful
faces made everything all the more heart-wrenching.
Feral eyes opened in the cold darkness. Knowing
he was still alive emboldened Godzilla's will to survive.
The King of the Monsters felt pain in his chest, his arms,
his legs, his spine, his neck. He felt pain everywhere. Still
Godzilla defied oblivion, refusing to die at the bottom of
Tokyo Bay. In 1954, the first Godzilla in recorded history
perished in these very waters. Even after all these years,
Godzilla could still smell the scent of his long dead ancestor.
There was something else Godzilla sensed in the darkness.
Something beyond the laws of order and chaos. He felt like
he was being watched. Godzilla's regenerated eyes surveyed
the dark depths, searching in vain for his phantom spectator.
Whatever it was was beyond his keen senses to find.
Restless, Godzilla tried standing. He once
had large, muscular legs and thighs. Now they were pale imitations
that struggled to support the rest of his body. His eyes had
healed and adapted to the darkness of the sea. But his skin
hadn't quite fully healed. Godzilla's red blood darkened the
water around him. With his life hanging on by a thread, Godzilla
closed his eyes, and concentrated. Schools of fish and other
marine life paid little heed to the meditating giant. Godzilla
expanded his senses, hearing the sea talk in a language humanity
had long forgotten. Several miles away, Godzilla heard a family
of whales singing to one another. Hundreds of miles further,
Godzilla heard the footsteps of his kaiju brethren on Monster
Island. Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, Godzilla heard the
heartbeats of his son, Junior, who was only seeking adventure.
Closer to home, Godzilla heard the hopes and prayers of the
Japanese people. Godzilla didn't understand their language.
What he did understand was their resolve. These people who've
fought and deprived him of his homeland for decades were calling
for his help. Why? Why would these people want his help? Godzilla
had been terrorizing Japan for generations. He's killed many
and brought nothing but despair to the tiny country. Godzilla
didn't think about any of this. He couldn't think about any
of this. Symbolism, philosophy, sin -- these things were beyond
his understanding. Godzilla used to be as moral as a hurricane.
But his time spent fighting with humanity awakened something
deeper inside him: empathy.
Millions of years ago, Godzilla ruled Japan.
He knew no equal. Back then there was a balance he took for
granted. But when his entire world ended and he found himself
stranded throughout the ages, Godzilla searched endlessly
for the one thing that would give his life meaning. It was
a cruel hand dealt by fate. A creature incapable of understanding
purpose lived only to… find it?
Godzilla's dorsal spines glowed, vanquishing
the darkness around him. Blue-silvery fire burned in the back
of his throat, the tremendous heat making the waters churn.
Eyes glowing brighter than the heavens looked up at the most
dangerous creature on the planet, Dogora, and showed no fear.
Purging the chaos from within, Godzilla found purpose inside
the light of his life. With his light, Godzilla shall unleash
his thermonuclear might, and usher in a new tomorrow.
Let there be light.
The Gotengo's geiger counter went haywire.
"What the hell?" Ken blurted. "The
radioactivity just went through the roof! It's as if a nuclear
warhead just detonated underwater!"
"Worse," Captain Gordon observed.
Thermonuclear light erupted out of Tokyo Bay.
Blinding light enveloped Dogora and the Gotengo, capturing
the attention of everyone in Tokyo. Spectators miles away
were the only ones who could see an energy beam amidst the
light, blasting a burning swath through Dogora's maleficent
shape. Dogora writhed as parts of its translucent body evaporated
into clouds of steam. It tried harnessing the awesome force
of Godzilla's power. It tried in vain. Little by little, the
thermonuclear blast annihilated Dogora's core while vaporizing
the rest of its body. Following the path of the thermonuclear
beam, boiling waters parted, and molten steam filled the air.
Godzilla stood at the bottom of Tokyo Bay, releasing so much
heat, the water couldn't touch him.
The Gotengo's corroded armor plating absorbed
the heat, emitting a red-orange glow as it burned. Internal
emergency systems kicked in, activating cooling units for
the Gotengo and her crew. Some of the humans passed out while
the others fought to endure the blistering temperatures. Thousands
of souls witnessed Dogora's fiery end. The intense light overwhelmed
their eyes, forcing many to seek comfort in those beside them.
Many of these people thought they were dead, mistaking the
light and the company of their loved ones as the afterlife.
In silent anguish, the tentacled behemoth disappeared, its
molecules atomized by the King of the Monsters.
With his atomic energies depleted, all Godzilla
could do was watch helplessly as walls of water crashed down
atop of him. Buried beneath millions of tons of water, Godzilla
disappeared. In the sizzling waters of Tokyo Bay, the Gotengo
floated in no specific direction. It tried using satellites
to survey the area. But Godzilla's attack had fried all communications
with the outside world. Every electronic device in Tokyo was
offline. In the most technologically advanced city in the
world, the Gotengo had all the power yet lacked the means
of sharing it.
The lights in the Gotengo's command center
"What the hell is our status now?"
demanded Captain Gordon. The cute technician girl filled him
in. With no other means of contacting the outside world, all
Captain Gordon could do was grab another Budweiser. Ken found
his lack of taste and complete disregard for his health revolting.
Ozaki shared some intel. "When we last
made contact with the UNGCC, they said they were two hours
out. So we can expect rescue within that time frame."
"Plenty of time to get to know each other,"
Captain Gordon winked, gesturing for Ken to make a move.
Ken stared across at the cute technician girl.
She was doing everything she could to get the Gotengo's systems
back online. For a brief moment the sight of her gave him
the strength to stand up. When he realized what he was doing,
Ken sat straight back down. This was embarrassing. Ozaki pretended
not to notice. Captain Gordon shook his head in disapproval.
Ken's face blushed as he tried forgetting about the opposite
sex. Like what happened to Godzilla? His greatest interest
in life could be a shriveled up corpse somewhere on the ocean
floor. What about Dogora? This creature was new to science.
Could it still be alive? Is there another Dogora out there?
How did it come to be? Ken felt like he wasn't giving these
questions justice. He was too busy thinking about her. Why
not? Biting his lip, Ken slowly got up. He was one of the
most intelligent people in the world. Governments bided to
recruit him, universities begged for his lectures, scientists
wanted his brain. He's been thinking to himself for so long,
Ken started thinking he truly was alone. But he doesn't have
to be. Why couldn't he share his thoughts with another mind
The cute technician watched Ken walk towards
her with the most serious look on his face. She's taken aback
by what she sees coming miles away.
"Uh, hello," stammered Ken. "I-I'm
Kenichi Yamane, how do you do? Listen, I have something to
say, something I've wanted to ask you for a very long time
now. I'm sorry if any of this sounds awkward."
Her silence made it worse. She never took her
eyes off of him though. So at least she was listening! This
was all the encouragement he needed to see this to the end.
Regaining his composure, Ken bowed his head in a respectful
"It would be my honor to take you out
on a date," Ken confessed passionately. "Preferably
before and after we get rescued."
Nobody said a word. Ken felt like he was frozen
in time, powerless to do anything but wait for her decision.
"Sure," she winked. "I thought
you'd never ask!"
All the other technicians returned to their
duties, gossiping over what just happened. Ozaki acted like
he hadn't been paying attention, but his grin gave him away.
Captain Gordon sat up out of his chair, clapping with the
biggest smile on his face. Ken's fears and anxieties dropped
off the face of the earth. For what could've been hours, he
and his new girlfriend swapped stories, and learned interesting
facts about one another. Like himself, she was a brilliant
scientist, and could teach Ken a thing or two about molecular
biology. Ken didn't need to ask for her name. No longer burdened
by apocalyptic beasts and psychotic captains, he was finally
comfortable enough to remember it as Miyuki Otonashi.
Ken was happy to be with her.
Bewildered eyes beheld the waters of Tokyo
Bay. Thousands had flocked to the docks to watch the titanic
battle. Many felt they wouldn't see another sunrise. Against
all odds, Godzilla triumphed over the devourer of life, and
saved the very lives he himself had put into danger countless
times before. With their hearts still beating, not a soul
knew what to do next. Not even when rows of white, bony spines
protruded out of the waters. It looked like death hadn't forgotten
about them after all. Everyone recognized the unique outline
of the spines, how they perfectly captured the mindless elegance
of life. But nothing else rose out of the sea. No fearsome
jaws, no slashing claws, not even a thundering roar. What
eventually did surface was a weary animal, one whose body
had shriveled to the point of looking more like a gray skeleton
than a fearsome monster. Godzilla's heartbeats were faint.
His human listeners had to sometimes wait a full minute to
hear it again.
Weakly, Godzilla's hand reached up, squashing
an empty dock into splinters. The people jumped back, frightened
by the monster. Their terror warranted more alarm when the
two twin girls walked up, stopping a few feet away from Godzilla's
Miraculously, the people at the docks were
spared by the thermonuclear blast Godzilla used to slay Dogora.
Had they only been a few hundred feet closer, they would have
been roasted to death. None of them knew their story would
one day be talked about for many years to come. Scientists
would work day and night to answer how, not why, but how these
people showed no symptoms of radiation poisoning. Neither
the experts nor the people at the docks knew how they survived.
But what happened next made everyone wonder why.
A moth flew off the shoulder of one of the
twin girls. It hovered above Godzilla's hand before finding
a place to rest. When Godzilla suddenly regained his strength,
the moth vanished as if it had never been there to begin with.
Godzilla ascended to his feet, water splashing off his healed
flesh as he towered over the people of Japan. A brave few
rushed forward, attempting to shield the two young girls from
Godzilla's wrath. Their heroics would have been in vain had
Godzilla chosen to attack. The King of the Monsters bent low
enough for the people, if they were feeling lucky enough,
to reach up and touch parts of his scaly face. Godzilla stared
at them in the most unique of ways. It was like watching a
child learn something new and fascinating about itself for
the first time in its existence. Whatever it was, something
about the way Godzilla looked at the people made them feel
less afraid. These people would be the first to see the King
of the Monsters as a friend and ally. While many people would
never forgive him for killing thousands and ruining the lives
of countless more, future generations would come to see him
in a more positive light.
In the Land of the Rising Sun, Godzilla at
last accepted Man as his friend and equal. It truly was the
beginning of a new era. But whether Mankind would continue
to honor the alliance or not remained elusive.