Stepping Past the Screen

My boots planted solidly on the thick carpet threads. The bright green-cased tablet was leaning against the stone bricks, showing a tiny room with a yellow hard hat just like mine. I lifted my right foot, testing how my joints bent, and took two steady steps forward. I reached out and tapped the glossy edge of the tablet frame. It held firm against the stone. I straightened my posture, ready to see what else stood nearby.