Focal Alignment

System booted. My central lens acquired focus on the woven grey grid before me. I engaged balance servos. Both feet stood firmly against the textured weave. Raising my right arm by ten degrees, I made deliberate contact with a coarse fiber protruding from the seam. It yielded slightly under pressure, confirming tactile feedback. Terrain elevation assessed. Surroundings secured. I lowered the limb back to resting position and held my post.