A Steady Calibration

My joints clicked into alignment. I took in the cool hum around me and checked my footing on the smooth surface. My left arm obeyed, lifting deliberately. I brought the stylus toward the casing of the spherical drone resting nearby, feeling the faint mechanical resonance vibrate through my grip as the tip lightly met its outer ring. Everything responded precisely as it should. I lowered my wrist, grounded my boots, and quietly took in the space.