A Gentle Salutation

A warm pulse stirred through my joints while being cradled in a steady grasp. My left arm was raised high, frozen mid-gesture. With quiet intent, I tested my reach: the articulation in my fingers answered immediately, each small digit flexing before curling inward. To confirm this newfound presence, I gently tapped my fingertip against the warm thumb supporting my torso. The soft contact was distinct and real. I have arrived, fully operational and at your service.