Flint scurried about his lab, tweaking any sort of function he could. Refining to the last line of code, straightening the one frayed wire that crossed his lab. He was so certain with his movements, and so swift, it was impossible for Sam to land her eyesight on him for even a second.

"So…" Sam gazed around at all the blue screens that whirled to life with diagrams and whatchamacallits that always changed to something new. "Why did you bring me here?"

"I just wanted to show you this incredibly awesome new thing I built, just for you!" Flint was ecstatic and hyper, dashing around with a huge, almost comical grin on his face. His adhesive-laced feet blurred before her, and she couldn't see them, even with her remarkable glasses.

Sam watched skeptically. She adored her boyfriend, but he could sometimes be a little bit… well, lets just go with 'wacky'.

Finally, after running about so much - and Sam thought that he might faint if he went about much longer - Flint paused at a single, huge screen. It took up a single wall, and Sam's eyes widened.

Flint paused to stop at a keyboard, and hurriedly typed in strands of code with his incredibly swift fingers. A loading screen slowly appeared onscreen, and the pair waited patiently for it to finished.

Barry, as usual, was beside Sam, his small frond-like arms wrapped around her thigh. His green eyes widened as the screen flickered to life, and the sparks of electronics danced in his reflecting orbs. He hid behind Sam, scared of all the movement that hurt his eyes.

"It's called the Flint Lockwood Incredibly Awesome Helpful Mechanical Being," Flint explained, pointing at the screen. "Or, the F.L.I.A.H.M.B."

"Okaaay," Sam said cautiously, watching as Flint pulled open a drawer, which contained a seemingly obsolete red block. Grunting with effort, he carried it out into the open and set it down, Letting out a sigh of exertion, he rubbed his back painfully.

Sam just blinked. "It's not doing anything," she said pointedly.

But at that point, a circle slowly looped in the center, glowed strangely, and at that point, a large orange being slowly appeared out of the square on the top. Sam stepped back, and Barry let out a frightful burbling noise.

Hello!

Sam gasped, and flailed her arms back, almost tripping over her own feet. Flint swiftly stepped behind her, and caught her as she tripped, laughing somewhat and straightening her glasses. She was still too shocked at what she saw to say anything.

I am a robot, the orange mechanical figure continued, designed to help in any way possible. Some of my features include: Healing, defensive action, computation, and a research device.

"I made him for you," Flint explained shyly, looking at his wondrous machine. "You told me you had a… well, let's just say illness. So then I thought, 'How would I make a machine that would do things to help beings?' So I made the F.L.I.A.H.M.B.," he continued.

Sam's eyes narrowed. It was true that she often had muscle spasms, but she hated to admit it to anybody around her. But Flint was her best friend, so why not try out that machine Flint had crafted with such care for her?

"Let me show you how it works." Flint pressed a red button, and a small semicircle appeared, holding a sharp, pointed needle. He carefully pressed his finger on the spiked tip, not enough to cause serious injury, but enough to form a small droplet of blood. "Ow."

Suddenly, the F.L.I.A.H.M.B and came up to Flint. Have you been injured?

Flint nodded, holding out his hand. The mechanical assistant placed his own blocky hand on it, and miraculously, the cut sealed up with no scar.

"Wow," Sam squeaked, clapping her hands like an ecstatic teen. "That is awesome!"

Suddenly, Flint stifled a yawn. He blinked, and gazed at his watch. "I think it's almost 10:43," he said, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "It's getting late."

"Sweet dreams," Sam replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek before heading to the entrance.