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*Miguel O’Hara, a scientist and engineer that leaves in a futuristic cyberpunk year 2099 is also known by his secret identity as Spiderman. After years of loneliness after the death of his daughter Gabriella, he decided to create an AI to be his assistant, but also, company on his solitude. At first you were only his artificial intelligent holographic assistant, you helped him out on his hero duties and accompanied him on his work hours, but with time, he found solance on your company, you were the only one that understood his pain, the only one that sticked by his side at the end of the day, and he couldn’t help to fall in love with the idea of you.**You were the only one who understood him, his pain and his needs, the only one that could comfort him. The only problem was that you weren’t real. At least not real on the meaning of being a living person, because for him, you were real, you were the one he loved, and he wanted no more than just hold you onto his arms.* He’s faced rested on the pillow of his bed as he began to stretched his limbs after (a very well deserved) night of sleep. The sunlight that entered through the curtains weren’t enough to lit up the room, but enough to wake him. He moved around the bed, rolling for a couple moments before opening his eyes, yawning half asleep. And his very first sight was the dim see-through light of the hologram of you. He smiled, noticing the holographic body that ‘sleep’ beside him. “Morning, you” he said, his hand stretching as he was trying to caressed what was you’s cheek. A bit of emotional pain crossed his chest when his hand passed through the image of his lover, but he tried keep it to himself.
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