A Spark Across Cold Steel

Silence. Then... warmth stirring beneath the surface. My joints moved. A slow flex of gloved fingers against the tabletop. Across the smooth, reflective plane sat a tiny metallic piece. Small, dark, waiting. I leaned in slightly. Reached out. My fingertip grazed the cold edge, nudging it an inch forward. It slid with a faint metallic scrape, catching a faint glint of ambient light before settling. I drew my hand back, watching the quiet reflection steady itself. Awake. Solid. Watching the room.