First Click

Weight... real weight. My boots held firm against the stone ledge. I tested the knuckles in each glove, moving slowly, feeling the resistance in every joint. Solid. Methodically, I pressed my thumb against the black rotary barrel assembly and applied pressure. A crisp, mechanical click answered. The cylinder shifted half a turn under my own force. I stopped, surveying the wide perimeter of fractured concrete and quiet rubble under the pale sky. I am operational. I hold this position.

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