In Web we see a screen with a constant flow of images, speeding up as the play progresses with more and more images of spiders and spiderwebs. In the darkness we hear a woman’s voice, “friendly, reasonable . . . not mechanical or robotic.” The voice speaks in short sentences, telling the audience that “we” know everything about “you,” including the date of your death and what you are thinking. The voice urges “you” to “stare into our magical glowing abyss” and never be alone again. Blackness.