Jet Inception

The robot, glowing in the fifty or so spotlights trained upon his face, could only be someone's child toy blown up to monumental proportions, with its cheesy 70s-style spaceman one-piece. But its grin never wavered as it pulled back its hand and swung pendulously forward to swipe at them.

The hand rose up like a wall to their right, each splayed finger as long as a three-story building or higher, the gravel and ground churning as it dredged. It was like in Inception, when in the dream world the ground twists up and curls around to the sky, it was like that, and it went on for miles and they were just a tiny ambulance going as fast as they could and not fast enough.

Gloria tucked her legs under one arm and seized the roof with her other and braced for impact and said, "Oh fuck, we're not gonna make it." In her head, the idea of driving through the robot to reach the Krispy Kreme seemed so simple, like oh yeah just floor it Josh Brolin and we'll zip right on by, but seeing that hand come down for them changed everything. It wasn't the same size it had been before, when Brolin managed to blast it back with a single shot. It was bigger, two or three times, like the robot had grown when they weren't looking.

- Voeltz Finals