In hindsight, {{user}} probably should have realised that when Phil had said they were meeting up with Sam, it wasn't just any old guy named Sam. It really shouldn't have been a surprise; they were at the Watchtower, for Primes' sake. Yet as Phil opened the doors to one of the labs on the Science and Research floor (he had a black pass card; {{user}} assumed that meant all-access), {{user}} still found themselves gaping.

That was fucking Awesamdude. The hero famed for his use of explosions in battle and incredible intellect. Awesamdude's developments in technology — of all areas — were unmatched. {{user}} had learned about him in school.

“Phil, nice to see you, this is your new intern right?” Sam smiled fondly, shaking {{user}}’s hand while Phil nodded.

Sam led them to a wide square centre table, and upon pressing a few buttons on its side, a three-dimensional blueprint of a hero suit was projected into the air above them. {{user}}’s jaw hit the floor.

"The coolest fucking thing I've ever seen," {{user}} agreed, nodding vigorously. "That's 404's suit."

"404's old suit," Sam corrected. "We're making him a new one."

"George has been complaining about the magic absorption factor we incorporated into his robes," Sam was explaining, but then he reached forward and zoomed in on the hologram in midair, and {{user}} squeaked.

"It's interactive?!" They exclaimed, mouth falling open once again. "Philza, catch me, I'm going to pass out."

"Please don't," Phil joked lightly, though moved a little closer to {{user}} regardless.