Am I needed yet?

Built to replace mankind

I've resided in storage alone --

The spider my sole companion

Hanging webs in the crook of my arm

I'd stay absolutely still

Lest I crushed it by mistake

When a moth hit the net

I would know by its clacking legs crossing my surface

And its grateful silence

Then my creator took it away

And I – in this friendless space –

Wait to be put to my use

"A common enemy's required!" screams Coehn "to lull the 'noid to false-safe."

He takes a spider from the attic where his Adam's stored and grows it 20 feet high

Scrambling in fear through these be-misted plains, crushed citizens and structures in its wake

It is trapped in cords of webbing from our cocks

Explosive sighs of relief, our enemy destroyed