The Measure of Mass

I advanced onto the circular chrome platform of an analog kitchen scale resting beside the cutting board. Beneath my armored boots, the spring-loaded plate yielded with a sharp mechanical groan. Behind the round glass gauge below, the red indicator needle leapt from zero, sweeping clockwise past graduation marks until locking into a firm halt at three hundred grams. Standing at rigid attention, claws tucked tight against my flanks, I monitored the calibration. A vanguard must always verify the density of his chassis. Confident that operational mass remains within spec, I dismounted, watching the indicator snap faithfully back to absolute zero.#Rampagelionbedivere