And yet, here we are. [Wasn't that what this place was doing to them? Defining them by one moment. One moment where maybe they didn't something good, and now they're doomed to be punished for it. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair, just like it wasn't fair Peter didn't get a chance to make a better choice.]

It's just-- every other Peter I've met, they've been this amazing person. A hero. Not perfect, but so good. And in my world... he messed up, and never got a second chance.

[That's life, for you. Not fair. It rarely seems to be, especially for spiders like her and Peter.]

Oh, so it's like-- a digital assistant that controls the house? They're connected to the phones and computers and what-not, and all you have to do is be like "Hey Siri" or "Hey Alexa", and it'd turn on your lights, or adjust the thermostat, or play music. Whatever you wanted, as long as it was connected to that system. My house isn't that fancy, but it's a pretty standard thing on everyone's cellphone these days.

[As Jim rambles about his turbo lifts and Jeffries tubes, Gwen can't help but laugh.]

No, that's sounds exactly like what I was saying. Just more elevator like. What are transporter pads, though?