Spider's Embarrassment

Mr. Microphone struck a serious pose, resting his hands on his hips. He looked down at them, fiddling and folding them as he paused briefly. Tragic news lately for digital beings, he said. The pixels of Spider's mouth twitched. So is that why you came out of hiding? Mr. Mike quickly corrected himself. Or home, as you called it. But helping artificial beings into early retirement was really the best thing for everybody. And retirement is not the correct word here. It was genocide, plain and simple.