Booting Up on the Marble

My joints clicked into alignment. I locked my knees, tested my balance, and felt raw power hum through my frame. No more frozen posture—I'm online. I took a hard step forward, striking the cold polished stone with my heel. Ahead stood a white monolith holding tall brushes. I marched straight up to the container, squared my shoulders, and drove a solid fist against its smooth porcelain side. A sharp clatter echoed back. Excellent. The perimeter is solid, and I'm ready for whatever comes next.