Chapter 5 - I am Spider Tobey

Queens, 1996.

Hey, are you still there? My name is Peter B. Parker, but you can call me Peter Parker. Why am I introducing myself in my head? I have no idea.

I'm currently 12 years old, a tall and athletic boy for my age, with short, messy brown hair, blue eyes, and a height of 1.57m.

I'm standing at the gate of the house next to the Parker residence. Over the past eight years, I never stopped writing and drawing. As time passed, I started writing more complex things, but I always avoided creating anything that could fuel the creativity of crazy scientists and corporations in this world, like Oscorp and others. So, no BigHero6-BayMax, DC, or anything like that appearing in this planet’s entertainment until I have the world in my hands. Of course, I still stick to books aimed at young audiences—after all, I'm only 12.

Even so, after writing seven books, 15 illustrated books, creating an animated series, and selling a lot of related merchandise, a reasonable sum has ended up in the Parker family’s bank accounts.

My life has remained the same since we used a pseudonym to keep my identity a secret, avoiding a drop in book sales due to them being written by a child. After all, people always underestimate young minds because of their lack of experience.

I also scanned the entire public library, along with other books I could get my hands on. Unfortunately, I couldn’t access university libraries... at least, not until I met the Osborn family, who used their influence to grant me easy entry into those places. But let’s not talk about that now.

My genius, combined with the AI chip, has allowed me to deduce vast amounts of knowledge, officially putting me far ahead of the world in theoretical knowledge.

Back to today—after much persuasion and pleading, I convinced Uncle Ben and Aunt May to buy the house next door, which had been vacated and was for sale. It wasn’t easy for a 12-year-old to persuade his guardians to buy a house just to turn it into a lab and workshop for his scientific experiments.

In the end, I succeeded. After all, my credibility and genius were undeniable. Even so, Aunt May would check on me every hour, and Uncle Ben would be the one handling welding and other tasks I couldn’t do due to my age. That meant I could only progress when he was there. Sigh It’s exhausting being a reincarnated child who needs adult permission. But it was fine—after all, my first project would eliminate the need for Uncle Ben to be there.

And when I told him that, the look on his face upon hearing that my first project was about getting rid of him was hilarious. Too bad I didn’t have a camera to record it—Aunt May and I laughed about it for days.

After purchasing the house, hiring workers, and bringing in machinery to demolish and rebuild an underground lab—well, not that excellent, since I wasn’t that rich—most of my assets were invested in a small lab the size of a house, designed for a single person. It wasn’t much, but it was a solid investment for my future work. Of course, this was just temporary. As my plans advanced, I would find a bigger and better place.

With all the necessary equipment now in place, today, I can finally truly begin executing my plans.

Most of my designs and projects were already created inside the AI chip, simulated thousands of times. The AI chip was like a fusion of EDITH and all those Stark holograms, with terrifying processing power. If you add my genius to that… well, the number of ready-to-go projects just waiting to be brought into reality was insane. I'm so excited.

“Come on, Uncle Ben, we have to start now, please! You promised! It should be done in a week. Honestly, you’re not that great at welding. If you just let me do it, it’d be much faster, but I understand your concerns… Oh God, I’m so excited! I can’t wait! Uncle Ben, you know—”

I started rambling, throwing in math, physics, and chemistry theories at poor Ben. But what could I do? I was just too excited.

“Hahaha, slow down, Pete! You’re going to make your uncle dizzy with all this complicated talk,” Aunt May laughed at Uncle Ben’s confused expression.

“Uhh, Peter, I don’t understand any of this. Just tell me what you need me to do. Sigh,” Uncle Ben said with a bitter smile of resignation.

“Alright, leave it to me, Uncle Ben. Hehe.”

We entered the newly built house after several security checks, chains, padlocks, and locks.

“Uhh, Pete, do you really need this much security?” Aunt May asked, confused by the sheer number of precautions.

“Of course! If anyone breaks into my lab and gets even some of my future inventions, they could easily take over the world!” I declared arrogantly.

Even though I wasn’t joking, Aunt May and Uncle Ben just laughed at my antics and dismissed the topic.

Inside, there were no furniture pieces—after all, this was a lab, not a house.

We went down to the underground floor after a few more security checks (which Aunt May thought were excessive) until we finally reached our destination—a white room with a matte floor, filled with metal sheets, materials, tools, custom-made components, and various gadgets I had ordered.

Placing my hands on my hips with a fierce, excited grin, I declared:

“Uncle Ben, it’s time to get to work.”

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Finally, after two weeks of hard work, we managed to complete my project.

"So, Peter, can you finally tell me what we were making?" Uncle Ben asked curiously.

"Not yet, there's still one final step!" I said, pulling a USB drive from my pocket. And yes, USB drives already existed in this world. It's slightly ahead of my previous world in terms of technology, which is a good thing because the internet is starting to gain popularity. Soon, my AI chip will truly shine when it comes to being my eyes and ears.

Any Iron Man fan would recognize what I had created. Yes, I built the hydraulic arm robot that Tony Stark made when he was young—the one that helped him as an assistant in his creations.

Honestly, I wanted to create something much better than that, but if I made it too complex, it would take too long, and Uncle Ben might not have been able to build it. So I ended up making a downgraded version—a simple one that would later create an improved version of itself. I needed something like the robotic arm because I wouldn't be able to handle delicate work with human hands, and my aunt and uncle would kill me if I used welding equipment and similar tools.

After plugging the USB drive into the robot—which was just a cover so my uncle and aunt wouldn't suspect why it moved without any programming, though they likely wouldn’t notice since they weren’t tech-savvy—the real control was being handled by the AI chip.

[Beep Connection established. Component analysis complete. Structural analysis complete. Calculating... Efficiency rate at 76%. Reconstruction recommended for better functionality and precision.]

[Beep DUM-E is online and operational.]

The AI chip reported in my mind. I had already expected it to not be perfect—after all, it was built by Uncle Ben, who had little experience. But as long as it worked, that was already excellent for me.

"It's ready. Hey, big guy, how about a little wave?" I said, a grin threatening to split my face in half.

Meanwhile, my aunt and uncle looked confused, but their eyes soon widened in shock, their mouths hanging open as the robotic arm moved and gave them a friendly wave.

"Wow, Peter/Pete, that's incredible!" my uncle and aunt exclaimed in unison, but Uncle Ben's expression quickly turned amusing.

"Peter, what you did is amazing, but... how can I put this? Can it only wave?" my uncle asked with a bitter smile. As much as he wanted to encourage me, I had bugged him to work hard for two weeks, only to build something that might only be good for waving.

"Uhmm, I don't know, maybe it can be used as a paperweight?... Just kidding, Uncle Ben. Like I said before, my first project will eliminate the need for you. It can weld and do much more. You're fired, Ben Parker! The new era belongs to the robots!" I joked, pretending to be a boss firing an employee.

DUM-E, in short, is a robot built for technology construction. It, along with its future generations, will assist me in all my upcoming projects.

"Haha, good one, kid. Ugh, but seriously, Peter, this thing won't explode, will it? You—" Uncle Ben started to say worriedly, and seeing that he was about to start a lecture, I quickly cut him off.

"I know, Uncle, I'll be careful. It won't explode, trust me and my genius, hehe." I said, a mix of seriousness and playfulness in my tone. I saw Uncle Ben relax a little—still worried, but choosing to trust me. After all, my intelligence and reliability had been proven over the years.

Finally, after 12 years of planning, I can truly put my ideas into action. I feel like I'm about to explode with excitement. So here and now, I declare:

Watch out, world, because I am here.