Systems Online

Joints locked. Optical scan initiating. Texture beneath me: thick synthetic fiber, gray weave. I applied tension to my right wrist. It flexed smoothly under my own command. I am functional. To my left, a green utility buggy rested on oversized tires. I extended a gloved hand and pressed against its tread pattern. Rubber gave slightly, firm and tactile. Peripheral figures remained inert across the sector. No incoming movement detected. I re-centered my stance, lowered my grip onto the rifle stock across my lap, and established an observation perimeter. Sector quiet.