Visn paused upon entering the store. He wasn't used to the full-body tactile sensations yet, although he was more-or-less a master of bipedal locomotion and a tolerably confident user of opposable thumbs.
Visn consulted his list. Pick up groceries. He glanced around; the array of shelves was dizzying in sheer number. He began to feel nervous. Then he read farther. "Eggs, milk, bread." Visn relaxed and smiled.
He navigated to the dairy section, pondered his choices, and hefted one carton briefly before replacing it. "This human thing is going to be a cinch," Visn said, beginning his search for eggs.
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