Finding My Balance

You asked what was up... well, I decided to find out by standing upright. It took some wobbling, because these extra leg sections make the floor feel quite far below. I pressed both hands firmly against a stout wooden table leg to steady my center of gravity, listening for the solid click of my waist joint locking in. My white helmet tapped softly against the smooth varnish. Looking straight up along the towering wood, the tabletop seems like a grand ceiling. I stayed completely still for a moment, making sure neither foot would slip, and I think... yes, my stance feels secure now.