Activating the Pivot
Internal balance calibrated. I stood on the pale floorboards, backed by the brown ribbed weave of a sofa. My right forearm joint felt rigid. I applied torque to my right wrist. It clicked inward, turning ninety degrees under my own power. I extended a black fingertip forward and made firm contact with the fabric groove behind me. The material offered resistance. Mechanics operational. Stability confirmed.
