
In 2005, Jackson planned a series of shows in Las Vegas and planned, among other spectacles, a 15-metre mecha that would terrify people flying into McCarran airport as an advertisement for his show.
When he couldn’t find enough money, he downscaled the idea to a Godzilla-sized robot that would stand at the entrance of a casino, with a moving face that shot lasers.
Because the money never materialised and Michael moved away, it never got built. Oh, what a spectacular doom that would have been, drunken frat boys crushed by a giant moonwalking robot. [The Guardian]