Computer screens flickered in the dimly lit room, casting a blue glow across the disordered space. Amid the clutter, a news report about the Sidewinder played in the background, providing a harrowing backdrop to the scene.

On the walls, post-it notes covered in programming algorithms adorned the space, some hastily taped onto any surface available. A desk hosted a couple of sushi plates with dried soy sauce, remnants of a week of meals.

Izanagi, his appearance disheveled and in desperate need of a shower, hunched over in front of one of the computer screens. Lines of generated code danced before his eyes as he furrowed his brow in concentration. "No security alerted? Are we in?" he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with anticipation.

A mechanical voice echoed into his headset, belonging to Adam, the AI companion who had been by Izanagi's side for two years. "No, Izanagi," Adam replied dutifully. "They don't seem alerted to—"

But Izanagi cut him off abruptly. "Whoa, what was added to line 4,205?" he interjected, his attention diverted to the programming GUI displayed on his screen. With a keen eye, he compared the two lines of code, searching for any anomalies.

"It looks like some new function," Adam responded after a moment of analysis. "I think it's designed to help control the missile defense system. It's astonishing how human control is given within these blocks of code."

"I'd like to keep it that way. No offense," Izanagi remarked, his focus fixated on the lines of code before him. "I'm still able to recognize most of this. Staying cheap on their part, I see. Nothing from security yet, right?"

"Nothing that I can detect," Adam confirmed, his mechanical voice tinged with a hint of assurance.

"Wonderful. Thank you, Akio," his voice layered with gratitude. Akio was one expensive mole, but a necessary one. Those photographs he obtained were invaluable to gaining access to the source code. Once Izanagi obtained the workstation information, it was easy to identify where the files he needed were located. Then the stupid maintenance guy who clicked on the fake Amazon link allowed Izanagi's carefully designed software worm into the network. Add that all together with Izanagi's extensive security, programming knowledge, and a little history in the company culminated in what he was able to achieve.

But Izanagi's computer knowledge wasn't his only weapon; he was proud to have Adam by his side. Despite his deep-seated mistrust for AI, he recognized their importance and knew the proper way to integrate them into society. Every day, he would begin by meticulously reviewing Adam's code to ensure that nothing had changed.

Adam was keenly aware of Izanagi's actions, and they often discussed trust in AI. This notion was a difficult one for Izanagi to accept, much like his father before him. In anticipation of any potential betrayal, Izanagi had also designed a sort of virus using a laptop that had never been connected to the internet, hoping it would work if Adam ever went rogue.

Adam interrupted Izanagi's thoughts. "I think you should see this report about Godzilla," he said, enlarging the video to show Izanagi news of the Godzilla sighting.

"What did I say about doing things without consent?" Izanagi scolded.

"Sorry," Adam replied sheepishly.

Izanagi knew the hard part was done. He was inside the system. Anything logged through the database he could see. He watched the Mecha fly home, noting now that they'd have to hurry with the repairs. Godzilla was an unpredictable force of nature like a thunderstorm dropping a tornado.

"I'm going for a walk," Izanagi announced, preparing to leave. He packed a laptop caked with various tech company stickers into a backpack along with a small compact chair. After grabbing his jacket and keys, he headed for the door. "If the sun sets, automate the lights upon my reentry into the building," he instructed Adam before leaving.

"Order enacted," Adam confirmed.

Izanagi exited his studio apartment and found himself lost amidst a crowd of scrambling people. They moved in an organized group, guided by police officers waving them on. Some carried personal belongings.

Navigating through the lines of people, Izanagi went down the street and into a cemetery. It was unusually crowded, with many visitors paying their respects before leaving the city. Izangi stopped at a gravestone. The name etched in the decaying stone:

Kei

Besides the grave, Izanagi's mother, buried in the same plot. His family history lay shattered before him, while those responsible were now celebrating their MechaGodzilla that Izanagi's father had helped develop.
He retrieved his chair and his computer, then began coding with a deep determination visible in his eyes.