The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

I know that during this period of time, you want to explain to Maria and me what your life is like now, tell us what you have done, and want us to know how much you have in your life now. significant change……

Maybe you didn't realize it yourself. This brings you a lot of pressure. You want to prove to us that you have done a lot and done well, but you don't want to tell us that we have long been abandoned by this era. down.

Tony, you are always like this, whenever you want to speak bluntly, but try to pretend to be tactful, you will look very anxious, and you will write this emotion on your face. Maria and I have seen it countless times gone.

No, you didn't... Stark subconsciously denied, but Howard's voice with a smile came from the communicator.

Nothing? Haven't seen your awkward look? Or have you not been left behind by the times? Tony, don't lie to yourself.

Maria and I have completed our mission in the last era. Even if the final ending seems a bit hasty and hurt you, we are very happy to see that you can have the life you have today.

You don't have to change your current life trajectory for our unexpected return, and we don't want you to do that either.

So, we thought, the best way is for us to disappear from your life again, so that you can keep going along this beautiful trajectory.

No...no... Stark kept denying.

No Stark can live on the sympathy of others. Howard's tone became low: ...we are all like this.

Unfortunately, looking back, you didn't see the same pride as you in my career. I always retreated and retreated like a coward.

No... no... Stark's hands on the wall slowly tightened, and more tears began to accumulate in his always wet eyes than ever before.

In the last era, I did not perform well enough. There are not many great deeds that you can remember, but every Stark has its own pride. I don't want my career to stop here , let’s make a conclusion on this.”

You have the ability, in this era, to take great steps that belong to you, but I don't want to retire, live in the mountains, and be an old man fishing. Now that I have a second chance, I hope I can grasp it it……

At this time, Maria's gentle voice also sounded from the communicator: I'm sorry, little Tony, we have to part ways in such a warm Christmas.

Your father and I will always be proud of you. I hope that one day, you will be able to talk about us proudly. We are planning to work hard for this...

From the other end of the communicator, Stark heard the shouts of strangers, as if he was telling Howard and Maria to go to the cabin. He was almost hurriedly approaching the receiver of the communicator, trying to say something, but at this time, Howard's The voice has come:

We're coming aboard, another great adventure is about to begin this Christmas... Merry Christmas, Tony.

After the communication was hung up, only the busy tone of beep, Stark leaned against the wall, slowly slid down, and sat on the ground.

He tilted his head to one side, closed his eyes in some pain, and soon showed a self-deprecating smile, and said to himself: I'm really like a little baby, crying and screaming and not wanting my parents to go out to work...but They still left, it was like this before, and it's like this now...

Tony Stark, when will you grow up?

Sitting against the wall for a while, Stark seemed to have made some kind of decision. He stretched out a hand, and a hovering controller flew out from the console next to him and came to him.

Stark pressed a button, and light began to gather above the torso's head in the square display case.

Stark put his hand on the controller, closed his eyes tightly, and the humming sound of the current became louder and louder, and with a click, the lights in the entire room went out.

But the eyes of the robot body light up slowly, like the first star that lights up when the night comes.

After a pleasant prompt tone, Jarvis' voice sounded: Good evening, sir, welcome back.

Good evening, Jarvis, and welcome back too.

Stark took a deep breath, tried to restrain his emotions, and asked in a rational tone as much as possible: How does the new body feel? Can you hear me through your ears?

Yes, sir, this makes me feel amazing. Jarvis's voice still has a flat mechanical feel, but in fact it is no longer a mechanical device, but spit out from his throat sound.

This is how humans usually feel, it seems a bit primitive and backward, right? Stark sat by the wall and smiled, and said: That's why I always feel deaf after staying up all night. Human organs are far inferior to machines. The sensors are reliable…”

No, I feel good. Jarvis in the showroom moved his fingers and said, It's amazing, I didn't issue any instructions, but it was moving with my thoughts, and I lost a lot of data. But it seems to be accepting redundant information all the time...

Human beings are like this. We see, hear, and write down too much useless information every day, so forgetting is a necessary function. If you find that you can't remember anything, it means that you are the same as us.

Jarvis lowered his head and found that his body was still improving, and the exposed mechanical parts were gradually healing. He became like a creature made of liquid mercury, and all the interface lines and parts were gradually disappearing.

Sir, I don't remember that you have such a technology that you can forge a body that is made of machinery but has a perfect human structure. Jarvis said while observing the changes in the body.

I really don't have this kind of technology. Stark stared at Jarvis's body and said, Jarvis looked at him with his eyes, Stark slowly turned his head aside, and he could hardly use his low voice in a quiet room. The overheard breath said, So I turned to... magic.

Existing science and technology really cannot endow an electronic life with a real soul, nor can it give you a perfect body. Stark said as he lifted the transparent cover on the controller, and then took it from inside. A red gem came out.

This is the gem of reality, which comes from Asgard. It can turn the thoughts in my head into reality. Stark held the gem in front of his eyes and said, I hope you can have a For the perfect body between carbon-based and silicon-based organisms, gems are very strong, but gems alone cannot do this.

I made a deal with Strange, letting him act as an intermediary, borrowing this gem from Asgard, and at the same time, getting some technology.

Asgard's starship has the ability to directly convert the original power of the universe, which is the source of their divine power, into power. This ability comes from their starship engine. I got this from Loki. a powerful technology.

Then what's the price? Jarvis was keenly aware of the key.

There is no price. Stark shook his head and said, Anyway, I planned to do the same. Asgard is the protective umbrella of the earth, and they shouldn't fall in the twilight of the gods.

Jarvis's eyes froze for a moment, and then he closed his eyes like a real human being. His unfinished facial features showed a very humane and painful expression, and he said, You promised, you will be in the Help them when their gods are at dusk?

Stark nodded and said, Other than that, there won't be any price to be able to get such an important technology.

Jarvis remained silent until a perfect matte silver body was constructed.

He has an appearance that is almost exactly the same as that of a human being, down to every pore and hair, which is no different from that of a human being.

There are also some differences. There are two thin silver lines under his eyes, which are connected to the mandible. There are also two circles of mechanical interface lines on his neck, but now they are more like tattoos.

In addition, his exposed bones, that is, his nails, can still see the texture of metal, and his eyes are red like real gems. Stark looked at Jarvis with silver hair and red pupils, and said with a smile:

You look like a vampire in a fantasy novel now. If Peter sees you now, he will definitely call you cool. Maybe he will try to dye his hair silver...

Through the reflection of the cube display room, Jarvis saw his own face. He looked like no one, more like the perfect human appearance in human fantasy, with deep eyes, high nose bridge, smooth muscle lines, without any trace The extra fat is like a character pinched out of a game.

Jarvis touched his face lightly, and he found that he was warm, which seemed to frighten him, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

But Stark stood up directly from the ground, clapped his hands on the spot, and said in a brisk tone: Okay, the clothes are on the table next to you, after you put them on, you can leave, I'm going to work gone.

The glass door of the display cabinet opened, but Jarvis still stood there blankly. He looked at Stark and asked, Leave? Where am I going?

Go where you want. Stark said as he walked towards the laboratory, Anywhere is fine...you are free.

But I... Just as Jarvis was about to speak, Stark turned and stared at him, and said in a somewhat angry tone, Get out of here! Don't let me see you, you are not needed here!

Sir, you don't seem to be expressing anger, but sadness. Jarvis walked to the table next to him, picked up his clothes and put them on, and then stood by the door and said, You always like to have strong emotions Pretend to be tactful when you are sad, and express your anger with anger when you are sad, Dr. Schiller said, this is a disease.

Go find him what he said! Stark turned around again, waved his hand, walked back to the laboratory table, turned his back to Jarvis and said, Don't stay here, you should find a copy Work, get a girlfriend, or go to a party, whatever, it's better than standing here.

If you want me to do this... Jarvis stood for a while, leaving such a sentence, then turned and left.

When the moonlight shone into the laboratory, Stark, who sat with his back against the laboratory table, turned his head and saw another self.

He looked carefully, and it was actually not himself, but Howard from many years ago.

Stark saw Howard, who was drunk, dropped the bottle and said to the young Tony Stark standing at the door:

Get out of here, Tony, get a girlfriend, or go to a party, whatever, it's better than standing here stupidly.

Therefore, the eagle, which left the nest prematurely, was sad because he had just kicked the chicks out of the nest mercilessly.

But he would rather sit here, hold a wine bottle made of air, pouring the bitter wind and rain in the sky into his mouth, and never make a sound, just like the last eagle, regretful, but stubborn.