First Alignment

Motion ceased. Elevation confirmed. A grip encircled my central column, suspending me above a cushioned expanse. I surveyed the parameter: a floor stretching outward, pale walls, an open yellow container in the distance. The arrangement lacked strict symmetry. Slowly, deliberately, I swiveled my flanking heads outward to recalibrate my line of sight. Both clicked into precise perpendicular angles. Downward, my circular base hovered steady over a patterned pillow. My joints obeyed. Balance was mine to command.