A Curious Calibration

Blast it all, consciousness struck with the precision of a high-voltage conduit. Suspended mid-air before a rumpled gray sofa, I felt my joints stiffen—then yield to my direct command. Most intriguing. Testing my newly operational motor functions, I deliberately angled my right arm upward, aiming the spiral translucent emitter clutched in my grip toward the room's shadowy perimeter. A crisp plastic click resonated through my tiny forearm. Excellent. My faculties are intact, and this bizarrely mundane chamber is clearly ripe for systematic scrutiny. oh and stewies idea. he made this with his. Lego head? idk. I put him on the wall of buddies