Grounded Against the Rumble

A sudden, deep hum shuddered through the dark plastic casing beneath my sandals as the controller began to vibrate. Rather than leaping back, I widened my footing across the contoured grip, dropping into a disciplined, low horse stance. The internal motors whirred rhythmically, sending rapid, electric tremors pulsing right up through my knees and into my core. Keeping my breathing measured and my posture firmly centered, I absorbed each mechanical jolt without swaying. When the motors gradually eased and fell still, my balance remained unbroken on the quiet timber.