233. Surprise! My arch-nemesis is at my door, and at a really bad time! Holy crap, what do I do?
Well, I'll tell you what I did. I've been through this before. The most inopportune time I can think of was shortly after I gained my spider-powers.
Now, you might ask me, "Mig, what the hell are you doing with spider-powers? Aren't you supposed to be that no-good, punk geneticist who's somehow Alchemax's golden boy?"
Things change, plain and simple. On the surface, I'm still Alchemax's golden boy, but that's more or less an act now.
But my point . . . Tyler Stone, my extant employer, showed up at my door wanting to talk about "Spider-Man." Spider-Man happens to be me after my attempt to reset my DNA --- we can do that in 2099, as long as our DNA is recorded earlier --- was sabotaged by a jealous hack of a supervisor, mainly by mixing my DNA imprint with spider DNA. Why would I want to reset my DNA? Stone, my employer, is the son of a bitch who poisoned me with Rapture, a drug that bonds to your very DNA, thus ingraining in your very genes a need for the damn thing, and he did it to keep me under his thumb when I started making noise about some of the really unethical crap he did.
Do you really think I was going to let Stone put me on a leash? Hell, no.
So I reset my DNA, and thanks to a little sabotage, I got spider-powers. I put on a costume to keep myself hidden, but not that hidden, because Stone --- son of a bitch --- showed up wanting to talk to me about Spider-Man.
What did I do? I played it cool. I didn't let him know I was the new wall-crawler in town. And he let me off the hook. He didn't even think I was Spider-Man . . . or so he let me think at the time.