Open Letter to Zaxxon

Dear evil alien robot commander,

We haven't met in quite some time. I know you are still alive because you never die. No matter how many times I succesfully steered my space jet around, over and under brick walls, bombs and other obstructions, took down all of your faithful kamakazee pilots with my deadly accurate laser beams and found myself face to face with your dastardly self, you could never be completely defeated. Oh sure, I could dodge your weak blasts and dodge back and forth with my peerless agility, knock you down with my impressive arsenal every time but I would always find myself at the beginning of another maze of brick walls, bombs, obstructions, enemy starfighters and then you again. You never made any discernable noises, but I know you were mocking me in your own robot-made-of-boxes way. I've never forgotten.

We will meet again one day, my fine adversary. Perhaps we'll rendezvous somewhere that might give me home advantage. Or maybe I'll jump back into my space ship and dodge walls and bombs, take out enemy fighters and knock you down once and for all. Regardless of setting I look forward to looking into your steely blue robot eyes for the last time.

Sincerely,

David Ashton