forgetting the mutant scherzo wandered into this swirling half-made realm of disruption , taking the red steps two at a time to the red floor , absorbed by the twin actions of sorting and shredding , hungry as the robots were hungry , obsessed as they were obsessed with finding items and markers of expended lives , alien existences of which they knew all and nothing , intimate details in the semi-dark , clues to the flesh world , remnants of the mechanical framed in the red-shifted velocity of recession .