Button Check

One second I was just decorative plastic, the next—bam! My fingers actually twitched. Not bad for someone who didn't even have a pulse five minutes ago. Right in front of me was this gigantic black TV remote, essentially a high-tech fortress. Naturally, I couldn't resist. I leaned forward and gave the squishy red power button at the top edge a firm, theatrical poke. It gave way with a tiny rubber squeak, and just like that, I knew I was in business. Standing right here beside this spiky blue-haired guy, I'm ready for the next move.