Fingertips on Armor

Stiff plastic? Not anymore. A spark ran through my wrist, and suddenly my fingers flexed on their own! I took a quick step forward, testing the smooth, cool ledge under my boots. Right beside me stood a silent, armored figure in black and silver. I reached out and gave his shoulder plate a firm tap—solid plastic, completely motionless. So I'm the only one awake here? Fine by me. Time to check the vantage points.