War Games. Brian Stableford

      It wasn’t even a particularly large spider.

      He had heard no more about the incident thereafter, and never saw Pavese again. Such things were known to happen, but were known to be extremely rare. A one-in-a-million chance. But when you added up the total number of men in the army, as Remy once had, those odds somehow came to seem less impressively long.

      “You’d better get some sleep,” said Remy casually, when the images subsided. “It’s still a long way to Ziarat.”