The other Wheels turned on, they were parts of an elegant piece of machinery, and they had been made to turn. But there was a hole, the bored Wheel had left a fault in the perfect system by leaving. The Wheels that had been beside it turned and turned, and they stretched to fill the holes, widening their teeth and reducing the space between teeth. — New2K2
Finally the other Wheels touched again, here was a productive use of thought they said to each other, and began to grind again, on and on they ground on each other, grinding nothing, but this time the stretched wheels grated on each other, they scraped and ground and grated, at first this was horrible but soon they had smoothened each other out, scraping off the flecks that caused the grating. — New2K2
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