It seems like no matter how many times I beat the bad guy, another one just comes back to take his place. About eight years ago, I was a little nerdy kid who got bitten by a genetically altered spider. And through a now familiar series of events, I became the Amazing Spider-Man. Then, some psycho businessman decides he wants to kill me. Called himself the Green Goblin. After I beat him down, a crazy scientist named Octavius gets four tentacles fused onto his spine and thinks it'd be a great idea to kill me. I talked him out of it. And then two years ago, I became the host to a symbiotic black goop that made me stronger, but also made me more aggressive. I got it off, and this guy named Eddie Brock, who decides he wants to kill me, gets the suit and becomes a monster named Venom. He teams up with another guy bent on Spidey-killing who's pretty much a walking sandcastle. He cleverly calls himself the Sandman. To make matters worse, my former best friend who thinks I killed his dad (who was the Green Goblin, by the way) tries to kill me. I punched, er, knocked some sense into him, and he helped me get rid of Venom and the Sandman. In the process, though, he was killed by Venom. On a slightly more positive note, that same year I married Mary Jane Watson, the girl I've loved since I was still afraid of cooties. Things have been pretty peaceful, but I can't shake the feeling that somebody else is gonna come along and try to kill me.

"Good morning, New York! It's Monday, September the tenth, 7:00 AM! Time for all you wide-eyed little boys and girls to get up and--" The annoying voice was cut short by Peter Parker's beating the clock to shut it off. He raised up in his bed and rubbed the mucus-crunchies out of his eyes. After a little bit of waking-up, Pete took a quick shower and put on his Spidey suit. He put on normal clothes over them, and stuffed his gloves and mask into his coat pocket. He silently kissed a still sleeping MJ and headed off to Empire State University.

"A common internet encyclopedia states, 'Initially, the DNA of interest needs to be isolated to provide a DNA segment of suitable size. Subsequently, a ligation procedure is used where the amplified fragment is inserted into a vector, essentially a slice of the DNA strand. The vector, which is frequently circular, is linearised using restriction enzymes, and incubated with the fragment of interest under appropriate conditions with an enzyme called DNA ligase. Following ligation the vector with the insert of interest is transfected into cells. A number of alternative techniques are available, such as chemical sensitivation of cells, electroporation, optical injection and biolistics. Finally, the transfected cells are cultured. As the aforementioned procedures are of particularly low efficiency, there is a need to identify the cells that have been successfully transfected with the vector construct containing the desired insertion sequence in the required orientation. Modern cloning vectors include selectable antibiotic resistance markers, which allow only cells in which the vector has been transfected, to grow. Additionally, the cloning vectors may contain colour selection markers which provide blue/white screening (α-factor complementation) on X-gal medium.' And while internet encyclopedias are not often reliable, this particular exerpt comes from an article which cites many reliable sources." Professor of Biology Miles Warren was lecturing his college seniors on the basics of human cloning. Peter hastily wrote down the notes that were being displayed in Power-Point format on the projector in front of the class. "Can anyone tell me possible practical uses of human cloning?" Instinctively, Pete raised his hand. "Parker?"

"Well, Professor Warren, human cloning could be useful to produce soldiers in the military and officers of law-enforcement," the student answered.

Professor Warren smiled and nodded at Peter, but just before the former confirmed that the latter had given the correct answer, the bell rang. Warren waved his hand and signaled that class was dismissed.

"Uh, Ms. Stacy? Might I have a moment of your time?" the Professor asked student Gwen Stacy on her way out.

"Of course, Professor," replied the beauty queen.

"You uh.. you don't have any plans for Saturday, do you?" he nervously inquired.

"Well... not that I can think of. Why?"

"I was wondering if maybe... you'd like to go get some lunch with me?"

Gwen was obiously taken aback. "Professor, I don't think that a teacher and a student should date... I'm sorry, but I have to go." Before Warren could get another word out, Gwen quickly left the room and moved to another part of the campus. Briefly, Miles took a seat and began to mope. However, noticing a long strand of Gwen's hair on the ground, an idea struck him. He bent down and picked up the hair just as another class entered the room.