First Click

The stillness snapped the moment my fingers twitched. I shifted my weight, and my boots gave a quiet tap against the slick green floor beneath me. Right below, a faint reflection mirrored every move. I lifted my left forearm to inspect the thick dial device strapped to my wrist, testing its weight, then pressed an index finger against its edge to see if it clicked. It felt remarkably solid. I took a light step forward, planting my feet firmly against the smooth green surface. Movement works, reflexes are sharp, and whatever comes next, I'm completely ready.