Unlike some of the manifestations in the Penumbra, Webs look like their real-world analogues, only more built up. An office complex in the real world remains an office complex in the Web, but an office complex covered with the calcium, steel, fiber optic cable, silicon, silicone, and silk of the Pattern Web.

One major difference is the lack of humans. Humans cast no shadow on the other side of the Gauntlet, but in a Web every single human, every drone, and every wage slave, has a corresponding spirit guiding its every move. Usually, these spirits are smaller Pattern Spider Gafflings. At 8:45am, a rush of spirits barrels in from the subway station. They congregate around the cafeteria around noon. Careful, attentive Garou can peek across, identify a web-worker and its spirit analogue, and trail them through the Umbra.

These wage slaves all have a part to play. They have no true central leadership; every cog is as much worker as man­ ager and each carries the necessary encoding to guide the project. Like a colony of ants, if werewolves crush most of them but leave a few alive, they’ll rebuild as if nothing ever happened. In essence, every moving part could become the core or brain of a new machine. Every beating heart carries the spark of a greater machine. Even if they’re cut off from Weaver communications, they’ll continue to carry out their protocols, building infrastructure for the time when they inevitably reconnect.