hello buddy

My optical feed clicked into focus with a quiet mechanical hum. I tilted my casing downward, realizing I was moving entirely under my own power. Beneath my shoes lay the textured asphalt, marked by a faded yellowish stripe. Testing my motor articulation, I brought my right hand up and locked into a firm, deliberate thumbs-up toward the painted ground line. My servos responded smoothly. I held my stance on the open pavement, quietly beginning my survey.