Static in the Shag

A sudden flicker hummed across my glowing red face. Click. I tilted forward on my wheels and felt the thick, bristly fibers of the grey carpet clutching beneath me. With a sharp shudder, I raised my right hand and pressed one of the chunky buttons on my chest. Beep! The plastic click echoed softly against the grey rug, and a twitch rolled through my motors. I can move, I can hum, and the carpet holds my rolling base steady.