In another corner a small kitchen, a bathroom in the other, and then there was my corner, which was the chair surrounded by full bookshelves. I didn�...�t see anything that resembled an exit at all. I looked back at him, confused. “Who are you? Where am I?” “You are in my home, as I told you. I,” he started with a smile, “am the Sandman, bringer of dreams!” Finishing with a flourish, he disappeared in a puff of sand, and reappeared on the arm of my chair. “The Sandman?!” I squeaked. “Why’d you. She as wearing a pair of dingy overalls and Helen didn't think she looked at all smart; obviously she couldn't be a Prison Guard."I am Kate, called 'One-Eye' but not by the likes of you, and not to my face by anyone. I have the unfortunate job of sorting you out and arranging assignments. We can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way. I have a persuader here which I will not hesitate to use." Kate held up a thin rod about a foot long with a shiny tip. There was a gasp from one of. Apart from the occasional view of her ass, I never thought of her in a sexual way whatsoever. She was more like a mother figure, she treated me like I was Mikes brother, cooked for me and let me sleep over most every weekend.Later that evening me and Mike were in one of the busiest bars in town chatting away, when he suddenly said, "Hey. I know someone who fancies you," as he winked at me."Who?" I abruptly replied."Ahh, not telling." He annoyingly spoke with a cheesy grin.Mike was my best mate,. There's only one answer that fits reality-- I'm a bleeding spider, and I've just pupated.gasp. gasp. gasp. Calm down, dammit. I rub my legs over my ovipostor, getting used to my size and proportions. Concepts and information boil up at me out of my brain: I' a five-foot-tall, twelve-foot-wide freaking spider. The game. Consensual reality. Damn! I'm on a sleeper ship. Zeegee. I don't feel any gravity. Things start to come together.We collectively call ourselves the untriggered. We live and die.