It had developed into an ongoing war of attrition, with neither side prepared to admit defeat. His parents, in particular his mum, seeking out the goriest pictures of bike accidents, and Zed – using a specially designed webcrawler, of course – seeking out the most bizarre deaths on the planet. Zed knew that the only way this battle would end would be when he gave up his beloved Triumph, and that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. With a sigh and one last look at the waking city, he went back to the workroom to see if there was access to the main site yet.
With the early light seeping past the blinds, he brought his main computer back to life and clicked on his password programme. Success! Now he was in and could have a look at the site layout. The front page looked harmless enough with
