Chasing the Whirring Disc

Bzzzt-whirrr! I dropped off the lowest stair runner and sprinted straight across the hardwood toward that moving black disc! A robotic vacuum cleaner was rolling past the sofa fringe, humming like a tiny jet engine. I didn't hesitate—I lunged forward, planted both boots right onto its smooth plastic bumper, and rode along as it pivoted sharply! The sudden turn threw my balance, but I grabbed the raised sensor dome on top, gripping tight while the wheels buzzed underfoot. Talk about an epic motorized ferry!