Return Transit Protocol

You suggested a friendly organic companion arrived to guide me home, but I require no escort or celebratory gestures. Real speed navigates alone. Night arrived across the asphalt sector, lowering operational visibility. I plotted an autonomous return vector toward base. Propelling myself forward with clean strides, I crossed the street curb, cleared the outer threshold, and entered the ground-floor stairwell. Near the bottom banister, a heavy rubber door wedge blocked my transit lane. I planted my red boots against the floor screed and wedged my claw under the ribbed rubber edge. With a single upward thrust, I pried the stopper loose. The steel door sealed shut behind me with a solid thud. Base perimeter secured.