A very short story thats more of a 'what had' than a 'what if'. Still, tried my best.
Idea by Qille
What did Monger do with the alien probe wreckage?/What if Monger took possession of the alien probe wreckage?
The monsters made their way back into the jet, Susan still brimming with energy, pumped with all the adrenaline and happy that she was now free.
Insectosaurus had slowly made its way out of the river and was making its only way towards Modesto. Guided by the army so the bug didn't squash anything or get lost.
General Monger remained at the demolished bridge, overseeing his men examining the wreckage. It was hard to decipher what was smashed alien machinery and what was twisted scrap of the bridge.
"De Trop, sit rep!" he called to one of his informatives.
"Inactive, sir," said De Trop, "The alien machine has been shut down completely."
"And no distress signals to wherever it came from?"
"No, sir. No radio transmissions of any kind have been made."
"Excellent, now…what to do with the body?"
"Do, sir?"
"We can't have it just lying here in the middle of the river, San Francisco is not gonna have an extra-terrestrial robot corpse as one of its tourist attractions. Now I'll say again…what to do with the body?"
"We can strip the internal parts and see if we can reverse engineer it?"
"Have the tech-heads get started on that. Now what about the exterior casing?"
Another informant walked up the General and saluted, "Sir, we've estimated that the Golden Gate Bridge is 87% beyond repair, many of its supports, girders and cables have been crushed or lost to the sea."
Monger thought for a moment, he looked at the robot, "I think I've found a solution to both problems, De Trop."
"You have, sir?"
"Use the robot chassis to rebuild the bridge!"
"Make a new bridge using the metals from a giant killer robot from outer space? Sir, that's…that's…"
Monger frowned at him, "That is what, De Trop?"
"…a very good idea." He squeaked, "I'll tell the men to start stripping all the necessary parts,"
"And if you have any left overs see if you can make a toaster oven out of it. Ma wife's been nagging at me to get a new one since the last one went kapowy."
Monger turned and walked back down the bridge, back to the jet where his monsters were recuperating. It was time to keep his end of the agreement.
As the jet took to the sky, De Trop turned to look at the wreckage again; he stared at it for a few moments.
"A toaster oven?"