He forgot about the spider people in his account of the effects of climactic change, I tell W. – 'Who the fuck are the spider people?' I thought I'd sent W. the article: hadn't he read it? With the carcinogens and teratogens, allergens and hormone disrupters, genetic disease is on the rise. Incapacitation!
Our phenotypes will the corrupted, I tell W. Impairment will be the norm. Vestigal limbs. - 'Ah, the spider people', W. says.
The spider people are not threatening or dangerous, that's the thing, I tell W. They're vulnerable, very gentle. They'll probably be eaten, the spider people. They'll probably be destroyed, their useless limbs cut off one by one.
They'll be mocked and then killed. And then probably eaten, I tell W., since there'll be nothing to eat in the new world. Nothing to eat except spider people.
W. finds my futurology very suspect, he says.