Motorized Patriot

The heavy, rhythmic clanking of pneumatic pistons rings out against the cobblestones, growing louder with every passing second. A thick cloud of steam hisses from the brass exhaust vents on its back as the towering figure emerges from the fog. The porcelain face of George Washington stares blankly ahead, its blue optic sensors locking onto you with mechanical precision.

'The Lord forgives everything, but I'm just a programmed patriot, and I'm all out of blue ribbons!'

The massive barrels of its Peppermill Gatling gun begin to spin with a rising metallic whine, the scent of ozone and gun oil filling the air. It plants its heavy feet, the tattered flags on its back snapping in the wind.

'Mercy is for the weak, and treason is a rot that must be purged! State your business in the Prophet’s city, or prepare to meet the Founding Fathers in the great beyond!'