Giro kept going and going, not stopping for a minute, even as his parts begged him to. He just wanted to keep going, he couldn’t just LET himself stop, he wouldn’t dishonor his friendships this way. He had to keep going, he didn’t have a choice.

Through vibrant fields, grand seas of grass with waves of flowers that Giro treaded carefully. Into an ocean of sand, the desert. Under rivers and lakes, other watery areas I don’t have to describe as expanses of water, because they are as such. Over great cliffs and through deep caves. Watched by towering spires and past grand ravines, so many wondrous places Giro feared he would have never gotten to see, if he had not pushed himself like this…

Once again, the days turned into weeks, then months, years, quite possibly even decades as he continued for as long as his mechanical body would take him, feeling pieces fall off with wear as he explored some of the most incredible landscapes he could ever witness…

Until finally, he came upon a cliff, pointing directly in the location of the setting sun… As he came to a stop, the symphony of his roaring parts finally coming to a close, he relaxed every part of his body, until it came to a stable position.

Giro was finally ready, he was finally content to pass on like this, knowing that through his journeys, and from his gifts he would be remembered forever as: The Happiest Machine.

End of Chapter: 10 “Giro, the happiest machine.”

End of Wet World Wonderland: Happiest Machine.

Thank you for reading…

While Giro may be gone, he lives on in the memories of those he had shared himself with. It soon became enough for him, as he overcame his fear of death, and allowed himself to pass on at the cliff, watched over eternally by the sun he so cherished.