Chapter 553: A Bad Story (Part 1)
Schiller came to Stark Tower, and when he was in front of the laboratory, he heard the quarrel between Strange and Stark.
"I say it again, Tony Stark! I am a doctor, not God! Why do you always come to me for such impossible troubles?!"
"Because you can do magic!" Stark said confidently.
Strange took a deep breath, clenched his fists and said, "Let robots learn magic? How did you come up with this? Listen to yourself, is this reasonable?!"
Just as Stark was about to speak, Strange stretched out his hand to stop him from saying the next thing, and said, "There are billions of people on Earth, but in each generation, there are less than 200 people who can learn magic and join Kamar-Taj."
"This is a subject that cannot be learned without talent, and it is very likely that you cannot learn it even if you have talent. In short, it is a miracle of probability."
"But Jarvis' opponent Ultron can't do magic, so if Jarvis can, wouldn't he win?" Stark's thinking is very clear, he continued:
"Although I think that the scientist who makes intelligent life out of control is not professional enough, if that guy named Ultron really inherited Pym's IQ and thinking , then he might be very difficult to deal with. "
"Not only Jarvis, even if anyone in the Avengers wants to deal with such an opponent, there must be a way to ensure that he has an absolute advantage when facing Ultron."
"But this is difficult, because an intelligent life with infinite learning ability has evolved for so long, and no one knows to what extent he has evolved."
"So, I think that Ultron does not know magic, but Jarvis does, so Jarvis can gain an absolute advantage."
"Then have you ever thought about why the powerful Ultron does not know magic?"
"Because no one taught him, so I asked you to come here and let you teach Jarvis magic!"
Just then, Schiller walked in. As soon as he walked in, he was stunned, because at this time, a huge robot was placed in the center of Stark's laboratory.
This robot is about two meters tall, and is now fixed by two brackets above and below, and is more than one meter away from the ground.
The various complex pipes and lines around it are dazzling. This robot alone occupies more than half of the space in Stark's spacious laboratory.
Schiller walked forward and looked up to observe the robot carefully. To be honest, it is better to say that it is a humanoid machine than a robot, because at first glance, the lines of his limbs are very similar to those of humans, or very similar to perfect humans.
What is surprising is that the metal armor on the limbs shows the traces of every muscle of a human. If you ignore the faint lines from the joints, it looks like a sculpture full of classical beauty that would appear in the hands of a Renaissance master, except that the material is metal.
Another detail that is different from humans is the head. The head is more mechanical in style and has no specific facial features. It is just that the streamlined human head model is split into four pieces and connected by a complex structure. Near the sphenoid bone of the head, two drop-shaped metal pieces are suspended, which reduces the rigidity of the mechanical style and makes it more agile.
Schiller hugged his arms and looked at the robot carefully. He found many traces of familiar technology in it.
Even if he really only knows how to turn on the light bulb, he can see that the structure of the head should be from Stark, which is a bit like his battle suit, but bolder and more complex.
The muscle lines and the bionic parts look more like Connors's work, and perhaps they are combined with some of Osborn's biotechnology.
Schiller even saw a little bit of Kree technology in the leg structure and power system.
Seeing Schiller observing the robot, Stark raised his head, snorted, and pressed the button on his arm armor.
Suddenly, the four brackets that fixed the robot were retracted into the ceiling and the floor, but the robot did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air.
"Anti-gravity system?" Schiller narrowed his eyes and asked, "It seems that the Kree spacecraft is of great help to you."
Stark curled his lips and pressed his arm armor again. Suddenly, the ceiling opened, accompanied by a familiar mechanical hum, and a huge pair of wings descended. With the sound of "kachakacha", the wings were fixed to the back of the robot.
Schiller looked up and found that in the hole in the ceiling, there were not only wing accessories, but also something that looked very much like Doctor Octopus's tentacles, and a power component next to it that looked like a rocket engine.
Suddenly, the floor opened up again. Among the tool tables that rose above, there were different types of hand weapon parts. Schiller saw a part that looked very similar to the freezing gun, and he didn't recognize the others.
When a super-rich man with the most money and genius brain in the world wants to play with models, the genius creativity and production capacity that can be burst out are endless.
Before, although Stark also played with models, he only played with the battle suits that he wore on his body. The most basic starting point of the battle suit is that it can be worn on him, and the human body is very fragile.
This is actually a big hindrance. The safety protection function takes up a large part of the body. First of all, it needs to be pressure-resistant and impact-resistant, otherwise Stark will become a meat pie. It needs to have a braking function and an internal space constant system, otherwise Stark will be crushed when sprinting at high speed. There must also be an overheating cooling system, otherwise Stark will be roasted.
It can be said that making a battle suit worn by ordinary humans is like dancing with shackles.
However, once this shackle is gone, everything is designed for the machine itself, and the liberated parts can be used to improve the function, and the resulting changes will be qualitative changes.
In addition, the entire body is made of molten steel and vibranium. The upper limit of these two materials is terrifyingly high, and the limitations of materials science no longer exist. For any scientist, this is a territory where they can freely display their genius creativity.
Strange was speechless after seeing this. He walked over to Schiller and said, "Look at his expression. He must have been waiting here for a long time."
Schiller bumped Strange with his shoulder and said, "He has already done this. Doesn't he want to show off his magic?"
"It's not that I don't want to, but I really can't." Strange winked at Schiller.
He began to pace in the room, and then explained to Stark: "If you want him to change a core like you, so that he can use magic energy as energy, it's possible, but if you want him to really learn magic, it's probably difficult."
"Tony, the stronger you are in technology, the further away from magic you are. You may think that magic energy is just a kind of energy, no different from technology, but in fact, the real profundity of magic lies in the unknown."
"This is not a subject that can be solved by experiments and analysis. It depends more on people's imagination. Many times there is no goal, and inspiration is fleeting."
"Maybe, what you suddenly realized from the dark has no reason, but it can be used. Maybe, the conclusion you carefully analyzed is useless. All of this is uncertain. Who can understand it, who can use it, and the changes brought about by using it are unknown to us, but they have long been determined by fate..."
Strange is a mess Stark had a headache listening to the messy speech of the charlatan. Just as he said, scientific researchers can't stand such words. He said: "Then at least you should try it. How do you know that artificial intelligence does not exist in fate?"
Strange shook his head and said: "This is why I rejected you. Obviously, you want results immediately, but the cycle of learning magic starts from ten years."
Stark stared at Strange, and Strange widened his eyes and said: "Why are you looking at me?... Well, I'm just getting started, I'm an apprentice, okay?"
"I think you shouldn't insist on letting him learn magic. You must let Jarvis learn magic. That kind of weird metaphysical concept may damage his logic."
At this time, Strange was like a school teacher, persuading Stark, a parent who wanted his child to succeed and enrolled his child in too many cram schools, and Schiller was like another parent, persuading Stark not to be too anxious.
Stark suddenly turned around and walked to the side of the experimental table, with his back to the two of them, covering his face with his hands, wiping his face, and taking a few deep breaths.
Schiller stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder and said, "I know you are anxious. Before this child was born, there was a powerful opponent waiting for him."
"You want to ensure his safety from all aspects and angles. You think that if he has any damage, it is your dereliction of duty. You are extremely anxious about this. You even want to decide his future path without his consent. But are you sure you like such parents?"
Stark sighed slowly and said, "I am a little anxious, but it is because I don't want to use it as a tool to deal with the enemy."
"If I really just need a robot to deal with Ultron, then I can completely kill him with numbers. I don't care how many bodies are scrapped, but Jarvis is different..."
"I hope he can gain the advantage as much as possible, not only in facing Ultron, but also in facing anything in the future."
"I know that he will evolve on his own. Maybe one day, he will make a better body and no longer need the one I made for him, but..."
Schiller rarely heard Stark say that someone could make something better than him, but obviously, Jarvis is different.
The name of this intelligent butler comes from the old butler who raised Stark. In those days when Howard was drinking all day and Obadiah was busy with business, it was this old butler who took care of him.
The relationship between Stark and the old butler Jarvis is like that between Bruce and Alfred, but the difference is that Stark is more unfortunate than Bruce in this aspect. When he became Iron Man, those who once loved and cared for him had left him.
Because this artificial intelligence carries Stark's thoughts for the old butler, when building a body for him, Stark has a kind of crow's return of favor, hoping to build a perfect body.
Schiller advised again: "Since you know that he has the ability to evolve himself, then you should understand that the starting point you gave him is high enough, and you can't let go forever."
At this time, Iron Man no longer lost everything like in the movie. On the contrary, he now has more friends, comrades, juniors, more wealth, and stronger abilities. Therefore, he has more sense of security and a more solid psychological defense line.
So, he was silent for a while, turned around and looked at the robot that he had modified to be infinitely close to a perfect body, and said: "...Okay, let's stop here, I'll go to debug Jarvis's software system for the last time..."
As he said, he walked out the door. Just as he was about to walk out the door, he turned back and looked at Schiller and Strange who were motionless, and asked in confusion: "Why are you still here?"
"Let me take a look at the lighting system." Schiller looked up at the ceiling and said.
"Let me appreciate your work." Strange looked down at the floor and said.
Stark held the door frame with a puzzled look on his face, walked out two steps, and suddenly looked back, and found that the two were closer, but he did not notice their other movements.
Stark was puzzled for a long time, and finally left.
The moment he left, Schiller took a step to the left, and Strange took a step to the right, and the two instantly came together and stared at the robot.
"Can't use magic?" Schiller asked.
"The wand is still being made, and it's definitely impossible to learn from scratch." Strange replied.
"It seems that we have to think of other ways." Schiller said, touching his chin.
"You don't plan to let Jarvis deal with Ultron? Then why did you lie to Stark..."
"Anyway, it's not the first or second time."
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