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A hideous Spider stared through the hole we dug. I hate Spiders. Beyond the centuries of constant torment, enslavement, and ritual meals, Spiders smell. I raised my claws to attack.

"It's not real." Θξ pointed to the flashing lights. "Robot. Not a Spider."

I paused for a moment, and swung my claws anyway. Spiders deserve to die.