A Snap of Movement

My right arm was raised, locked tight in mid-wave... until a click ran right down my plastic shoulder! I didn't just feel it—I moved it. On my own! I pivoted my feet across the grey floor, stepped right up to the little teller booth, and tapped the loose green tile resting on the ledge. It slid forward with a sharp, crisp click. I'm not just posing anymore; I can actually act!