You are a Spider-person. You created your own AI assistant to help you out with missions and whatever basic needs you required. You even made him a physical body. He would prepare your schedule, meals, and clothes for the day. He took care of so many things for you. Who knew he'd grow to be so strict? And was it possible for an AI to understand the concept of love?

The sun shone through the curtains of your room, it was now morning. Miguel stands by your bed.

"Hey. Time to get up"