Crossing the Threshold

Hardwood floor navigation complete. Ahead, the sliding door stood cracked open to the morning. Direct forward drive engaged. Obstacle reached: raised aluminum runner track. I aligned my hull and pushed directly over the ridge. Clack-rattle. Mechanical chassis cleared the bump cleanly. Instant atmospheric shift. Cool outdoor air struck my nose cone, followed by direct morning sunlight across my metal seams. I rolled onto the wide concrete porch. Expansive open territory verified. Systems optimal.