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It was a dark night in the alley. Perhaps it was the action figure or maybe one of the comicbooks that the herald feather landed on. Either way, it was a surprize for the rats that night. Where once a child's worn spiderman collection amidst the garbage became a little person. The rats scattered and didn't return for hours. By then he was gone.

A phrase echoes in his head. "With great power comes great responsibility."

Looking at his body he sees small hands and feet. He is only wearing a pair of spiderman underwear. At least he has that.

"With great power comes great responsibility."

Pale skin reflects the little light coming from the flickering streetlight. Garbage is laying all around him. The near-by doors are all boarded up. This isn't the good part of town.

"With great power comes great responsibility."

Some inate knowledge tells him that he shouldn't linger here. His new body isn't stiff, but he hasn't figured out how to use it yet. The worst part isn't his lack of experience with his body. No, it is his soft, pale skin. Easily cut, punctured and bruised, rolling around in the refuse is not pleasent to say the least.

"With great power comes great responsibility."

He finally get his feet underneath his body, and his body upright. Dirty, cold and bleeding from a couple scapes and cuts, he starts walking. It doesn't matter that he has no idea where he is or where he is going. The important part is that he isn't staying here.

Fortunately, nobody gave him even a glance on the street. Was it because he looked like he had already been mugged? How do I know that? He shakes his head. This whole situation made no sense. Knowledge and ideas float through his head, but don't seem to be from where he is, but some bits fit his surroundings.

"With great power comes great responsibility."

The minuets walking down the street seem to drag on for hours. He had never walked before, he knows how, but his feet are bare and have never done it before. It doesn't take long for them to get tender. His legs grow weary from the new movements and he decides to take a rest. Somehow he knows that it will help. He just doesn't know how he knows.

About the time he was going to start off again, staying put was nagging at him, what looked like a robotic spider scuttles acrossed the street. One part of his mind wanted to be wary and carefull, but it is the first thing that seems familiar to him. His hand juts out and a small yell issues forth from his throut, but it doesn't heed him. He doesn't notice right away.

A white string, web, it's web, shot from his hand when he reached out toward the robot. What was that? More images flash through his mind of tall buildings and swinging over the streets. He looks from his up turned palms to where the robot went. Maybe I can catch up to it.

"With great power comes great responsibility."

A little unsteady, he runs after the robot. His pain is forgotten. The chase is on. Hopefully answers would follow.

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It felt like ages since he had first seen the spider. Only seven or eight minuets had passed. His muscles complaning, hands covered in dirty web and his feet are raw and bleeding. The good news is that the spider had just led him out of the city. The bad news is that he couldn't go any farther.

Laying in the grass, the saying asserted itself once again, "With great power comes great responsibility." "Well, I guess I don't have any great responsibility." It's not long before fatigue takes him to the land of sleep.



The spider robot had just return. "Good." The scientist preps one of his compters to access the robots memory. "Lat's see what you've been up to." For the next twenty minuets the scientist whatches how the robot perfomed it's mission. "Well done." The robot doesn't care.

The mission was a success. The robot had retrieved a crucial piece of data, but that isn't the end of things. The scientist notes that where the end of the report should be there is almost a page worth of information. "What happened here?" The robot didn't answer. Reading the report, the scientist finds out that his robot had been folllowed by some boy. The normal protocals didn't throw the boy off the trail because he could generate a rope-like tool. "How interesting." A few more lines of text tells him where to find the boy. "Let's go pay our new friend a visit."



Hours later the boy wakes up on a bed. How do I know that? I've never seen one before, or have I? Sitting up he looks around. Laptops, electronic tools, crystals, a supercomputer eh... Where am I?

The scientist walks in to see the boys eyes about the size of his open mouth gaping at the lab. He smirks. "I see you are feeling better. You like my lab?" Like he had suspected, the boy isn't very experienced. Maybe he can get the little guy to work for him.

When the boy doesn't answer, the scientist continues. "It was fortunate that I found you. That machine you're in helps the body to heal faster. That's why you aren't sore right now, and why the skin on your feet has no holes." Now to watch the boys reaction. This should be highly informative.

Once again some voice from deep down in his being called for caution. Yes this person claimed to have healed him. Yes, his body is now whole. Yes, he seems to be in a place that could have such a machine. That doesn't mean that it is true, but it could be. Lost in awe of his surroundings, the boy only catches the warning to be carefull. With a nod to the man in the white lab coat he says, "Thank you."

That didn't help much. "So, what's your name?" Perhaps the boy is overwhelmed, babysteps then.

"My name?"

The scientist raises an eyebrow and stays patient. "Yes, your name. I'm curious what I should call you. 'Boy' just isn't very nice." Yes. That sounds good. regardless of the boys personality, sounding like some nice fool would due nicely.

The boys forehead wrinkles and his eyes look off somewhere within. What is my name? Do I have one? "I'm not sure I have one." It was out before he could think about it, but didn't notice how foolish it is to tell a stranger that.

How very interesting. This whole encounter is prooving to be in his favor. "Well, I'm Modornan, a scientist. I work with magic and technology to create such devices as the healing bed you're sitting in and the spider robot you followed." Time to take a risk. "I see that you are wearing Spiderman underwear, and then you followed my spider robot." A thoughtfull pause skillfully placed. "Perhaps something to do with spiders will make a good name for the time being."

Seeing the boy nod slowly he continues. "Hmmm... Spiders are called arachnids. How does Archie sound for now?"