It’s funny you bring up the Rami trilogy because I always joke about Doc Oc in the same way.


This guy wants to create a small, sun-like fusion generator to save the world, so he first creates a set of mechanical tentacles that interface directly with his central nervous system in addition to having their own self-contained AI and are made out of some ultra-lightweight miracle metal that is completely impervious to both the extreme temperatures and magnetic fields of the fusion ball in question.


Um. . . you can go ahead and stop there, dude! You’re done! You just won every Nobel Prize in every field except for literature for the next 5 years, no artificial sun required!


Same thing with OG spider-man. He’s like, “I’m going to be a crime fighter to help my fellow man, but before I can do that, I need to invent a compressed-gas canister the size of an asthma inhaler capable of dispensing dozens of miles worth of synthetic spider silk; proportionally stronger than steel while also being incredibly flexible and elastic, and you can decide whether to make it sticky or not with the push of a button!”


Again. . . You’re done, Mr. Parker! You just single-handedly advanced human civilization by decades! Suspension bridges over the Atlantic Ocean? Mile-tall skyscrapers? Vehicles and planes that weigh 1/2 as much, use 1/2 as much fuel, and are virtually impervious to external blunt-force damage? It’s all thanks to you, Pete. And you didn’t have to beat up a single mugger to do it.