A Clear Little Note

A bright resonance hummed through my chassis, pure and chiming like a struck bell. I blinked, then slowly tilted my head toward the left. It moved! The steering wheel responded under my grip, and beneath my wheels, I felt the warm, steady ridge of large fingertips holding me secure. Leaning slightly against the white windshield frame, I gave the edge a crisp, rhythmic tap. A clean, cheerful click echoed back. I was no longer still—every wheel and gear felt awake, perfectly poised right here in the air.