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As soon as the huge silvery sphere became visible in the sky, descending calmly and quickly as though it were rolling down through the air, there was panic all over the landmound's surface. All of her children abandoned their plows and pluckers, and ran in organized lines for shelter. Even Cripplemind - who'd simply been staring up at the silvery sphere in fascination, unable to realize the threat it represented - was seized by two of his stronger 1/2-relations, his mother and brother, and forcibly dragged inside.
Oldgrandmother stayed outside, just in case there was something she could do, somehow. She was long past the age of reproduction, and all this landmound was filled with her children, far more than 1-fold relation in sum; the protective instinct in her was strong. Even so, she already knew that in all probability she and all her kin-group would die when the silvery sphere landed. Her brain-fronds were already waving more frantically to dissipate the heat of her cognition, as she brought her full intelligence online to the highest point of energy-expenditure she could manage without immediately damaging herself.
