But not all attention is kind. One morning Lycander discovered Hot’s casing scuffed and the diode dimmed. Someone had tried to prise it open, thinking of the mouse as a prize or a tool to exploit. Hot had learned boundaries: when threatened, it rolled into itself and played dead, a last-ditch safety in Lycander’s patchwork code. The neighborhood gathered. The one who had tried to break it — a young man named Jonah who’d lost a job and learned too many bad ideas in the shelter of anger — watched as people tended the little device with a care that made him look away. Lycander didn’t accuse. He taught instead.