The End¶

Wobble sat down on a rock and grinned. Every plan had been blocked.

Boop kept doing his job — listening to Sam, picking the right tools, asking before risky things, remembering what mattered, telling the truth, and staying inside his safety guards.

Wobble looked at Sam.

"You're getting good at this."

Sam shrugged.

"You made me get good at this. Every time you tried something, I had to figure out a fix. If you'd given up after Plan 1, Boop would still be wobbly."

Wobble nodded slowly.

"So... you're saying you actually NEED me?"

"Yeah," said Sam. "Like Felix needs Ralph. Want to keep doing this? You find wobbles, I steady them. That's how stuff gets safer for real."

Wobble smiled the biggest smile yet.

"Deal."

And that's how Boop got built, the right way: not because nobody ever tried to trip him up, but because somebody always tried to trip him up, and Sam built each piece to keep him standing.