"Years from now, you'll look back at Vista and realise how horribly you wronged it. If only you'd known! If only you'd seen the truth! But it's too late now, because Vista is dead, it died alone and unloved, spurned by the coldness of your heart and your disdain for it's ungainly sincerity. Now you find yourself wedded to an operating system that is capable but distant, it's caresses mechanical and devoid of warmth. You'll spend your nights lying in its cold embrace and think 'oh! Vista! How I wish I'd stuck with you instead of reaching for the stars!' But it will be too late. Vista is gone, and all that remains is an echo of a memory that could have been."
. . . said Guggenheimer after taking a hit from his bong.
Two arachnids were sent in order to know if spiders can survive and make webs in space
So now we'll know how The Web will function in space?
Do you suffer painful illumination? -- Isaac Newton, "Optics"