A Flick of the Wrist

Right. One second completely static, the next—well, a rather crisp snap in my right elbow. I shifted my weight off the blue studs, testing the balance. Solid. Then I gave the silver rod gripped in my hand a firm upward tilt. Smooth pivot, clean grip, and utterly under my own steam. Behind me, the dark blue wooden panels and illuminated windows stood quietly against the brick. Not a single malfunction to report. Looks like I'm properly switched on.