Servo Engagement

A pulse through the servos. My joints hold tension. I steady my neck. Turn thirty degrees. The terrain beneath is soft, patterned with wide white and yellow petals. Ahead rises an articulated blue frame composed of ribbed tubes. Flexible. Imbalanced. I test my right gauntlet. The plastic joint locks firm against the weave. No threat detected. I maintain low stance in the shadow, tracking the perimeter.