“I was named after a defunct website,” Xanga has to explain.
“What is a ‘web site?'” growls the six-eyed naked bear.
“A glowing rectangle that my grandparents used to request advertisements.”
“Also what is ‘defunct,'” asks the bear, whose name is Osiris but it doesn’t really come up.
“It’s what you’re going to be if you don’t let me out of this net!” says Xanga. The postapocalyptic trees creak skeletally above her; the bear laughs.
“No. I think we boil and eat you right in it!”
“Believe me,” sighs Xanga, “there’s not enough left of me to feed a family.”