First Calibration

I lay flat against the blue cloth. My joints, normally fixed in passive tension, yielded to an internal impulse. I rotated my left wrist. It turned cleanly, without resistance. Beside me rested a small blue robotic figure, poised and still. With steady deliberation, I extended my right forearm forward, gently touching its metallic shoulder with my wooden fingertips. A faint tap resonated. I paused, observing the alignment of our forms, and lowered my hand back to rest.