A Slight Flex of the Elbow

I felt a subtle warmth settle through my jointed limbs. Standing firmly on my clear plastic base, I looked at my right arm. With a quiet click, my elbow hinge bent smoothly under my own control. Behind me sat a pale green canon resting on a block of rough stone. I slowly reached out, feeling the cool, textured rim of its hollow opening with the tip of my index finger. The solid weight of the metal and the brisk evening air confirmed that I was truly here, balancing steadily on my own two feet.