Prompt: Angst, Bob
Staring across the table, Bob recognized not one face. His own Web riders' faces changed from day to day, eaten away by the Net. That didn't concern him; he would've succumbed to that too. What was strange was the woman who's long hair swung when she laughed. What was strange was the one-eyed man, how he stared at the girl. He knew their names, but he didn't know them. They were twisted forms of children he'd failed. It crossed his mind that if Dot lived, he would be held accountable for this. He had robbed them of too much.