uzi activates

Ugh. Vision online. No railgun, no badass combat visor—just a cold, glossy countertop. I gave an involuntary twitch, half expecting to stay frozen foam, but my squishy head actually pivoted on its own. Next to me sat an empty plastic water bottle. Naturally, I leaned into it and shoved it with my cheek. It clattered and rolled a couple inches away across the granite. Perfect. Moving works, chaos initiated. Whatever.