mousehands : ask philip

Ah, how time changes. The once-simple lives of the Spiders, thrust into doubt and intrigue by the never-ending stampede of technological progress. In the heady days of yore, Spiders would never even think of moving into a corpse-web. The shame of it all! Lazy spiders were left to hang on their own gland-wire, rotting in the heat of the summer’s afternoon.

But today, Mrs Mittens, today is a dark time for up-standing, honourable spider-folk. The once-noble rejection of spquatting has given way to the click of a tiny foot on a mouse’s button. The web has met the Web, and it’s a tangled one indeed.

This does mean that spiders are on the ladder, and climbing like only an eight-legged beast can. We’ve got give years, until, what a surprise, they’ve gone from merely bidding for webs on eBay to running the whole planet. My brain hurts a lot, just thinking about it.