A Quick Tap

Blue light all around. Cool, sharp, ready. I gave my left hand a twitch, and boom—my fingers flexed! Standing still was never the plan anyway. Right next to my clear plastic stand, a tiny pale figure stood silently on its own little post. I reached out, leaned low, and gave its round head a light, playful tap. Solid. Real. The shelf is quiet, but my feet are already itching to move.