Tactical Awakening

Consciousness ignited like an energon spark. I stood locked in combat stance before a massive gray security gate, armored giant standing silent behind me. My fingers—gloved in black leather—twitched with sudden, autonomous power. Tension bound my fists. I lowered my raised left hand slightly, feeling the taut white headphone cord draped across my knuckles. I pulled it gently, feeling its real plastic resistance snap against my palm. I am mobile. Justice awakens in broad daylight.