Testing the Border

You said cool. I decided to verify. I leaned my weight forward, checking the balance across my rounded hips. Step one: shift torso angle forward. Step two: swing left foot past the rug fibers. The bare wooden plank met my foot with a crisp, hollow click. Smooth. Cold to the touch, exactly as you noted. I rested there across the boundary, listening to my internal servos hum in quiet rhythm.