Flash moved around the base of the huge tower he’d been working on non-stop for months. He didn’t trust a single robot on the Island to be able to work on this. He barely trusted the base bots he controlled to help. He had a huge wire plugged into the back of his neck as he walked around in his armored boots, body suit and lab coat. 

He taps on a tablet a few times, and then taps at a large arcade looking panel on the side of the tower. Actually it used to be an arcade game, aliens and zombies or whatever still emblazoned on the side shooting each other. But you used what you could work with, and humans dumped all kinds of useful shit at the dump constantly.

“Elec.” He calls, walking back towards an old car chair that was set up in a round wired faraday cage set up, floating just off the ground in side the base of the tower. “We are ready for our first ever RM testing!” He turns, looking pleased with himself, and dirty. His hair unkept and unruly pointing in every which way, his eyes holding just a bit less sanity then normal. 

Flash stood by the catering table, with its vast expanse of snack foods and tiny sandwiches. His hands in the pockets of his suit, hair smoothed back and feeling like a total fool. He hadn't spotted his date, and he'd remembered that he'd ditched Quick for Air. But it looked like Quick had ended up going with Elec and he had no idea why that irked him.

He turns and grabbing a cup he fills it with punch, he though punch lightly however because it was only a  matter of time before you could run a vehicle on it or bomb a third world country. It was beautiful, Plant did do an amazing job, he had to admit as looked at the area around him. He had greeted Plant at the entrance, of course, and per the rules Flash was without his time stopper for the night and that didn't help his edginess one bit. 

Flash had done it, he'd fixed Elecman. Light bots were harder to build, smaller screws and little ribbon cables, but he'd done it. This was a mark, a notch on his belt in the engineering world. With this Flash could safely assume he could fix fucking anything. And reprogram it to boot.

It took forever to scrub Elec of his firewalls and safety features short of reinstalling his OS. But again, he'd done it, thanks to some stardroid tech he still had on hand. The aliens were good for something. But now was the moment of truth. 

Quick had been patient enough, but if one knew Quick one knew he wasn't going to wait around for long. Cut might have butt into his conversation with Elec before, but that was going to be impossible if he couldn't see they were having it. He must have gotten lucky to catch his Schema getting off work as he knew these Industrial robots worked like slaves for the humans.

"It's so cold tonight," A voice suddenly rang up beside Elec as he walked home, an arm soon following over his shoulder as a hand clapped him along the side of the arm. "You really took your time getting off! You know that?" 

There he was, stride matched for stride with Elec as if they were the best of friends.