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The Green Pile of Goo Part I (out of two ) Dev couldn’t move anything. He meant that sincerely. See, if you put someone into a hog-tie, even a tight one, there are still likely to be about a dozen things you can move—not to a great degree of usefulness, and not to the extent that the hog-tie-ee can do anything about his or her hog-tie-ness—but there are still parts you can move: toes and fingers, feet, swerve your back like a fish, twist your neck, even attain an general aerobic state of flopping-aboutness. But Dev found himself a victim of the highest degree of immobility he had experienced. He could open and close his eyes, employ the muscles around his eyes to squint and, with effort, he could furrow his brow. That was about the extent of it. He couldn’t even ask someone to pinch him, to find out whether or not he was dreaming. ...