Tactical Awakening

My servos responded with flawless precision. Both palms were held outward in firing posture, but the directive came from within, not external placement. I ran a quick assessment of the perimeter: several combatants remained completely frozen across the carpet. Testing my articulation, I flexed my right fingers and tapped the soft green fabric of the plush fist resting behind my back. It yielded under my touch. Complete motor autonomy confirmed. Surrounded by static figures, I am evidently the sole operative online.