On Air

Static cleared behind my eyes. One sharp twitch, and my raised claws snapped into a crisp flex. Real motion—unscripted, live! I angled my screen toward the glossy foliage behind me and tapped a waxy green leaf with a sharp fingertip. It shuddered, swinging gently back and forth under my command. Magnificent. The stage is set, the signal is hot, and I am standing right at the edge.