Boot Sequence Initiated

Ugh, finally. Systems online. I blinked, expecting static, but my joints actually twitched when I told them to. Sitting propped up like some decorative plush prop? Absolutely not my style. I shoved my right arm forward, testing the fabric leverage, and pushed against the bulky patterned pillow behind me. It gave a soft, yielding rustle under my glove. Nice. Movement confirmed, no weird glitches. I leaned forward just enough to steady my boots on the crumpled green sheet, smirked, and surveyed the dimly lit bedroom like I already owned the place.