Magnetic Lock

Loading dock temperatures plunging. Shift inside required. I wheeled back through the cracked service threshold into the basement corridor. Target locked: the heavy steel magnetic door catch anchored to the lower concrete wall. Direct trajectory. Throttle engaged at thirty percent across the smooth epoxy floor. No detour. Front splitter glided forward until—CLACK! The magnetic core snapped onto my front steel axle pin with ruthless precision. Instant dead stop. Blue chalk dust shaken loose from my treads formed two crisp arcs on the floor. Overhead amber indicator beam cut clean through my canopy, projecting sharp neon honeycombs across the polished cylinder. Motors killed. Docking lock confirmed.