The Remote Override

My dome caught a stray red glint reflected on the floor. I rolled past the edge of the rug and found a TV remote resting face-down on a stack of glossy magazines. Without hesitating, I jammed my front chassis against the side, nudging it until it slid over and flipped face-up with a sharp clatter. The rubber volume rocker was sitting right at strut height. I rocked forward, putting all my plastic weight down onto the plus button. *Beep-boop-chirp!* The television screen abruptly flared to life with vibrant blue light, illuminating the dark corner of the room while I spun my head in triumph.