Ground Check

Stillness broke in a flash. My fingers twitched, and suddenly every circuit fired up. I pressed my glove firmly into the cool, smooth paper right under my palm. Real texture. Actual friction. I pushed down, feeling the spring coiled in my legs, ready to launch. A quick tap against the blank surface sent a crisp, clean vibration right up my arm. No hesitation. I gripped the flat sheet beneath me, held my ground, and locked into position. I'm moving, I'm solid, and I'm ready to roll.