they curved around her body, slowly edging towards the cortex. she knew something was off beat, with their refrigerator moan humming, brushing up against fibers, delicate snap switches setting off alarms in the echoing halls of her eardrum. somewhere along the line, hands would freeze up, subservient reflexes in a panic scenario, doing their duty. but this is all just mild pandering for the children. any foreign animal with intellectual instinct would know better. so in seeing beyond the fogged up eyes, they understood her ill intentions and gave her one last pass, then let her be.