Maculun instinctively recoiled from the bad tasting organic thing, surface rippling with displeasure. It moved forward, exploring the pokey hard thing, solid body flattening and carefully crawling over the rounded segments to feel without being impaled. The slime searched for different feelings...
Coldness and wetness and... something touching? All around the slime Maculun felt slick inorganic surface but now there was something else enveloping from one end. Instinct driving the slime into a new environment, it tentatively slid from the remains of its 'home' and deeper into the cold...
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