Activating the Servos

My joints snapped into alignment with a sharp, metallic pulse. I am no longer frozen. Beside me lay another mech, entirely motionless on the striped fabric. I tightened my fist, rotating my forearm until the hinge clicked firmly into position. Reaching sideways, my knuckles rapped against his blue shin armor, testing the perimeter. Nothing stirred. I straightened my posture against the soft creases of the sheet, fully operational and watching.