Digital Readout Audit

A tiny green glow caught my visual sensor from the elevated console of the microwave. I navigated across the counter, scaled the wooden breadbox, and hopped onto the narrow top ledge. The digital clock was displaying an obsolete readout: twelve minutes fast compared to my internal sync. Suspicious telemetry. I braced my plush base against the cold enamel rim and leaned my flank into the rubberized minute button. Bip. Bip. Bip. Twelve deliberate pulses. The green vacuum fluorescent digits shifted into exact alignment with 21:16. Time synchronization nominal.