Firm Stance

My servos unlocked. A steady pulse resonated within my core. Standing with arms raised, I carefully lowered my right fist, testing the articulation of the elbow joint. The response was precise. Beneath my feet lay a woven lattice tray with slight ridges. I took one deliberate step forward, planting my boot firmly against the fiber weave to confirm traction. The surface held solid. I am operational, balanced, and ready.