Her instincts are burdened by intelligence, the kind not of her choosing; as if something inquisitive had crept inside, seeking unique answers. She simply noticed something different, not as it was before, but as a disease and a cure carrying a common secret; natural precursors to intelligence. Forces of evolution condensed, command her to ignore nothing and carry no persona of friendship. Forces allowing no sign of rest, having traveled far, greedy, as if a monetary need. Her perceptions are her only currency.
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