Okay, let's do this one last time...
Miles' roommate Ganke was like having a sibling. Or, what Miles thought having a sibling would be like. The two did everything together, homework, sports, everything but painting. He was Miles' best friend and confident in spiderstuff.
The two were surfing the Spider Web together. The programming skills Miguel must have in his world were phenomenal. There were websites such as Spiderpedia that you could post information about your world and yourself, blog templates to make your own spiderblog, Webber acted as an interdimentional lexicon guide, Webhub to share technology designs, a meme sharing sight called s-PIE-der, Thwip! for the search engine, and the most popular site, Spiderbook. Every spiderbeing used Spiderbook. It allowed for easy communication between the 13 (and counting!) spiderbeings.
Gwen had posted a funny dog video. The dog jumped off a small cliff like he was Air Bud, and landed horribly. The caption said that Gerry wished he was spiderman.
Ganke was using the computer. He 'webbed' the video. "You know, eventually you'll need to talk to Gwen outside your job. "
"Spiderman isn't a job, it's a lifestyle." Miles replied, sticking his fingers together lightly, and pulling them apart.
"Does your lifestyle include not getting your writing assignment done?" The homework they had over the weekend was light, but exhausting. His math problem took three pages of work!
"Extracurricular activities? I can't write about being Spiderman, Mx Chilton would never believe me."
"Xe is a pretty strict teacher. Will you be able to go to my house this weekend?"
"I still need to talk to Mama about it. Can't wait to see your rig."
"Custom computer, custom board, jailbreaked tablet, what could be better?" Ganke asked.
A female voice answered. "Miles hanging out in a digital dimension?"
The two turned around to see a short-haired girl, who was wearing a white spiderwoman costume.
"Gwen!" Miles exclaimed.
"This is her?" Ganke asked. He stood up and stuck his hand out. "Hey, I'm Ganke."
"Gwen, also known as Spiderwoman. But you knew that."
"Wow." Ganke said.
"Anyway, Miles, a spiderbeing needs us. Their spidername's Arenuelo."
"I'll get suited up."
"Can I come?" Ganke asked. Gwen shook her head.
"Better to be safe. This is our job. You're Miles' guy in the chair. Set up a website or something on the Spider Web for people like you. Ned also has an account, he's MCU's partner."
"MCU?"
"The first mission." Miles reminded. Ganke nodded.
Gwen rolled her eyes. "Let's go."
Ganke started singing, "We gotta go, gotta get things done."
"Gotta start a new nation, gotta meet my son!" Gwen finished. "You have Hamilton in this world? I knew Miles knew it, but who knows."
"Alexander Hamilton's awesome!" Ganke responded, fanboying. "Especially that opening."
"Eliza Schuyler. My name is Eliza Schuyler. And there's a million things I haven't done, but just you wait, just you wait." Gwen sang.
"The shows about Eliza in your world? Ours is about Alexander!" Ganke replied.
"I'm sorry." Gwen deadpanned.
"Sorry for, like, butting in, but don't we need to deal with Arenuelo?" Miles asked.
"See you." Ganke replied. Gwen fiddled with her gizmo, and soon Miles and Gwen were flying through a portal.
"Wow." Miles said once he saw Arenuelo's world.
"Earth-01011000," Gwen replied, "X."
It was like the Internet had come to life. Everything hustled and bustled worse than Time's Squ during the tourist season. Buildings like skyscrapers, but brightly colored and filled with different businesses, towered towards a white sky. Floating machines were everywhere, transporting avatars of people of every ethnicity.
Miles could hardly believe his eyes. "How will wil find Arenuelo here?"
"I'm not sure." Gwen admitted. "The best plan I have is to just search."
Miles nodded. He walked up to one of the avatars. They were slightly creepy, with unmoving expressions. "Hey?" Miles walked next to one of them, "Do you know who Aranuelo is?"
The avatar didn't even blink. They made a swipping motion with their hands, causing a car to appear. They got into the car, and drove off. Miles' jaw dropped. "What?"
"This might be harder than I thought." Gwen sighed.
Okay, let's do this one last time...
My name is Rocko Parko, and for the last year I've been the Aranuelo. It's been pretty normal around here, I learned Latin for fun, protected Governleaks from people who'd rather not have information get out, started a freedom of information movement, and earned enough money to legally change my name from Petra.
So, yeah, life in the Internet is pretty cool. Not much I really need. People love me! People love Aranuelo. Life is good.
Life is not good. Apparently leaking details from a far left group about cyber attacks on a far right group was not well received by the far left group. Or vice versa. Especially not at the same time. At least Government can't censor the website. Technically he didn't break the law. Simply, exposed a loophole.
Hey, it's what he did.
Aranuelo ran into a real. The real vanished in a puff of smoke. "Sorry for timing you out!"
The reals can't hear you of course. Didn't hurt to be polite, he was programmed right.
One of the far lefts grabbed his neon green suit. Aranuelo cursed, and leapt onto one of the buildings. He scurried up them, grateful that the group didn't have enough pull for a helicopter. A loud buzz filled the air. The far right group did have a helicopter!
"Why?! Just why?!" Aranuelo screamed. The helicopter responded with a search light, blinding Aranuelo. He activated his sunglasses, tinting his white eyepeephole things dark green. Aranuelo closed his eyes, aware the what he was about to do would hurt.
He relaxed his muscles.
His body flurried over in colors, before he 'glitched' away to some other location.
He hoped that he didn't land in a bad part of the web. Hopefully a family blog or something.
And when did he get what he wanted?
Miles was not having any luck finding Aranuelo. "How is a spiderguy so hard to find? We've been looking forever!"
"Actually it's only been fifteen minutes. Time works differently here." Gwen responded. Miles groaned. A street side store with a graduating owl was on the side of the road. The two walked up to the store.
"Hey," Miles said.
"Horse hey? Hey, I'm broke? Hey girls?" The owl asked. The two didn't even blink. This wasn't as weird as the catbus.
"Do you know where Aranuelo is?" Miles continued.
"I have six thousand and five results."
"I mean, digitally."
"I have eight results."
Gwen stepped in. "Currently."
"Press the button." The owl said. Gwen shrugged and pushed it. A car formed around Miles and Gwen. "Thank you? Would you like to rate..." The car was out of earshot before Miles could hear what he should rate.
The car stopped in front of a person in a spidersuit, hiding. "Are you Aranuelo?" Gwen questioned from the car.
"You're like me?" Aranuelo asked. Gwen nodded. "Cool.
"We're making an interdimensional spider community..." Gwen explained the Spider Web to Aranuelo. The spiderbeing nodded along. Eventually, he got his goober.
"Wish Zalde music played right then." Aranuelo remarked.
"Zalde?" Miles asked.
"Legend of Zalde. Pretty fun emulators." Aranuelo stood up. "I'd love to chat, but leftists and rightist are trying to capture me."
"Which are you?" Gwen asked.
"Anarchist. See you." Aranuelo started to run away. When he was half-gone, his body contorted like it was glitching, and he disappeared.
"That was anticlimactic." Miles mused.
"At least things were simple this time." Gwen said. "Let's go."
Gwen barely had time to say goodbye to Ganke before she left. Ganke turned to Miles from his position on the bed. "It's been ten minutes."
Miles took off his mask. "Homework before explaining that weird adventure."
"Miles and Gwen are officially the first spiderbeings to successfully accomplish all parameters of the mission."
"They found Rocko, explained the goobers, and got out?"
"No helping to solve crimes or causing a major incident."
"Not my fault I'm flashy!"
"Your still unposted Spiderpedia page is over twelve thousand words. And counting. Half of which are exclusively about your favorite food." Miguel put down the brussel sprout he had been eating.
"I was hungry?"
"I believe you have extreme social anxiety."
"At least the Wild West themed computer is done."
Yeah. Sorry for the shorter chapter, it's been a long week. Thank you to the people who have suggested Spiders! First I'll do this Wild West spiderbeing before them, I have a few logistics to work out, but soon, I promise.
-Calm She Jaguar, HarceusMjalga out.
