Mia laughed, a real one. She reached over and offered a fist bump.
Crusher wobbled, then tipped—one wheel over the black line.
Crusher slammed into Samson —but didn’t push it. Instead, Crusher’s front blade slid right over Samson’s low slope. Then Samson moved. A single motor pulse turned it 20 degrees. Crusher , overcommitted, slid past, its wheels brushing the edge of the ring.
Instead, Leo had spent two sleepless nights in his basement, surrounded by bins of Technic beams, friction pins, and three mismatched EV3 large motors. He’d built something weird. Little Samson had no bulldozer blade. No active arm. Just a low, wide stance, a single infrared sensor pointing down , and a secret: a passive scoop made from a single, curved 3x13 beam, hinged loosely at the front.
Leo grinned, and Little Samson’s single red EV3 eye blinked once—like it had been waiting for that answer all along.