Center of Gravity

My joints clicked. Right knee, left shoulder—everything responded. I wasn't just rigid plastic anymore; I could actually adjust my balance. Right beside me, a bright screen illuminated another figure frozen mid-stride. I stepped forward, analyzing the angle of its posture against mine, and reached out with one gloved hand. When my knuckles tapped the smooth glass surface, the solid resonance proved it: I have real weight, real movement, and ground beneath my feet.