“Hey grandpa, why did you retire?” his young voice asked innocently. “You could have won the championship.” He sat next to his grandpa, watching his old wrinkled hands expertly work on the old machine, silent and diligent in his work. “You could've won the Grand Interstellar Championships! Even if you lost, they happen every five years so couldn’t have just tried again?” he continued. “So why didn’t you?” His grandpa stopped, tools in hand, wires and internals of he mech exposed before him. He set set his tools down. He rose and looked up at the mech, as it towered 5 stories tall above him, battered and worn by time and long ago battles. His eyes shimmered in thought of the past. He sighed after moments of contemplation. “I’ll tell you when your older,” he replied as walked over to a nearby console. He followed his grandpa, tip toeing behind him as he went to his workstation, large holographic feeds displaying blistering amounts of information. He peeked around his side as he looked at the screen’s readings. Woah. The power generation was off the charts. The specs. They all were. Especially for a machine this old. It looked like it only really needed one new part to really put it over the top. Grandpa stopped, turning and looking down upon him. He looked up at him innocently. He sighed again. “You’ve been asking me all week. I take it your not gonna stop until you get an answer huh?” He nodded his head as Grandpa attempted to piece the words together. “Well, it was a long time ago. I… your grandmother…” He closed his eyes, his body still in contemplation. He opened them, giving him a faint, sad smile. “I’ll tell you when your older.” He knelt down and met his eyes. “In any case, the mech needs a lot of work. It’s an old machine that needs a lot of love and care if it is going to get back into shape again. I bought all the parts I need to make it as good as new but it’s going to still be missing something. Something very important. I don’t have that final part though and you can’t buy it.” “What’s that?” he tilted his head curiously. “I can’t tell you but you already got it right here.” He balled a fist and placed it on his heart. “You got it inside of you right here already.” He tried to put together what it was, though the thoughts eluded him. Grandpa rose as he passed him a tool. “You wanna help fix up this old machine?” “Can I?” he jumped in joy, his mind focused on the tasks ahead. He laughed. “You can.”