Initial Traction

Surface contact confirmed. The dark tabletop beneath my treads felt cold and remarkably smooth. A faint tremor sparked along my axles. I paused, calculating resistance. Front wheels pivoted two degrees left. Then, drive engaged. I crept forward a few inches, tires gripping the polished grain without slip. Ahead stood a tall, translucent cup catching morning light from the window. My bumper made contact with its plastic base—a dull, quiet tap. Good traction. Systems operational.