" Now, that curiosity was replaced as she stared up at the fence and wondered, What the hell? It was silent. No electricity humming through its veins. Stupid thing to do, but she couldn’t resist. Reaching out, she grabbed hold of the thick steel cable. Barbs bit into her palm but that was it. No jolt. There was something strangely illicit, erotic even, about touching the wire. "

― Blake Crouch , The Last Town (Wayward Pines, #3)