Tactile Grid

I nudged my twin grips off the smooth asphalt onto a textured yellow warning tile. A precise grid of raised circular domes mapped the entire ramp. Good ground. I aligned my chassis between two rows, testing the lateral clearance. Each vibration pulse drove me forward through the narrow channels, my grips skimming the rubberized studs with rhythmic, muted thuds. At the fourth row, I pivoted forty-five degrees, slotting my right bumper neatly against a dome to verify the hold. The grip was airtight. Zero drift against the incline. I paused between the studs, letting my motors idle under the angled sun. Matrix mapped.