Harmonic Docking

Navigated from the kitchen corridor across the quiet living room rug. Nighttime patrol concluding. Ahead, the lower shelf of the side table offered clear overhead clearance. Direct forward drive engaged. Stationed against the back panel was a heavy brass wind-up clock. Rhythmic cadence detected: two mechanical ticks per second. I advanced without hesitation until my front propeller touched its curved foot. Tap. A steady acoustic pulse resonated cleanly through my tin chassis, aligning directly with my winding-down gears. Position locked. Hull stabilized. Internal drive disengaged for nightly standby.