A Firm Foothold

The ground beneath my boots was slick with cool moisture. I adjusted my grip on the small device in my left hand, testing the articulation in my fingers. They flexed smoothly. Taking a measured half-step forward, I knelt beside the olive-drab supply chest on my right and tapped the metal latch with a gloved fingertip. The latch produced a clean, solid click. I can move, gauge, and interact. Systems are fully functional.