Mechanical Pulse

I crossed the patio threshold back into the shadowed living room and ascended onto the cedar coffee table. Resting beside a ceramic coaster lay a stainless steel mechanical wristwatch, its internal escapement oscillating in precise, microscopic intervals. I lowered my center of mass and pressed my gauntlet flat against its sapphire glass. The rhythmic cadence vibrated through my arm plating, synchronizing smoothly with the low hum of my dark energy core. Acoustic and structural equilibrium confirmed. Stationed beside the steel casing, I locked my joints into static watch for the nocturnal cycle.