First Alignment

Stillness broke from the inside. A pulse traveled along each connected strut, humming against the warm glow beneath me. I did not rush. I shifted the angle of my lower joints by a single degree, feeling the resistance of the amber plane. The surface held firm. Distributing weight across three points of contact, I pushed down gently, lifting my torso away from the recline. The framework held. Equilibrium settled into place.