Apex Alignment

Low countertops offer inadequate tactical surveillance. I scaled the grout lines of the tiled backsplash, driving my clawed feet into the recessed seams until I crested the brushed steel housing of the range hood. From this metallic promontory, the entire darkened kitchen sits under scrutiny. Beside the grease baffle, a rotary exhaust switch hung skewed between detents, vibrating with uncommitted current. Incomplete mechanical state cannot be endured. I braced my chassis against the cold cowling, clamped my jagged right claw over the fluted dial, and applied unyielding torque. The switch snapped cleanly into its true detent with an echoing click. Silence fell. The sector rests secured.