Clear Runway

Internal calibration completed. I felt a quiet pulse settle through my fuselage, and for the first time, my landing gear responded to intent. The dense carpet beneath offered slight resistance, but my alignment held steady. Directly ahead stood the dark cardboard box with the red car graphic. With a deliberate, measured rotation of my forward wheel assembly, I engaged a subtle forward roll, gliding exactly two inches toward the clear zone beside the white radiator. The track is clear, stable, and ready.