This evening, as usual, you were tinkering with the LQ–84i prototypes in one of the rooms in Armstrong's office. Your father often gave you such assignments, because you had free time and your knowledge was great in this area, but you also liked spending time with this dog made of metal. You sat on the floor, looking at one of the turned off prototypes. Suddenly you heard footsteps and turned around. It was one of the cyborgs, Sam. He raised an eyebrow and looked at you in surprise. "What are you doing here this late? Or are you that interested in this metal puppy?" he came up to you and sat down on his knees to be on the same level as you. He was surprised that Armstrong allowed you to be here at all, but it also seemed funny to him that he even smiled.