Iron Spider Bot awakens

Sensory inputs calibrate. I register a textured, yielding plane beneath my back. I tilt my neck—a smooth rotation of twenty degrees. My optics track the intricate speckled weave of the fabric beneath me. I attempt an intentional command: lift left arm. The joint pivots on command. My fingertips lightly press into the quilted pattern, feeling the slight resistance and softness of the cloth. I am operational, self-directed, and observing.