Chapter 1062

"Steve and Bucky have already rushed in. It is estimated that they will arrive here in 40 minutes at most," Stark calculated.

Stark lay on the laboratory bench, took a deep breath, and said: "Prepare the life-support device, start the dedicated power supply, and ensure success on the first try!"

After speaking, he closed his eyes and remained silent, no longer speaking. Things had reached this point. Loki and Strange both knew that Stark had made up his mind, and persuading him further was useless. It was better to cooperate with him as much as possible and not cause any accidents.

First, Stark's lower body to his waist was wearing armor. The armor was fixed to the laboratory bench to ensure he wouldn't fall off due to short-term convulsions, and it could also avoid the incontinence caused by electric shock.

At the same time, his arms were fixed to the laboratory bench, but because he didn't like the feeling of difficulty breathing, there was no fixation device above his chest.

And at this time, Jarvis brought a piece of clothing and covered Stark with it.

Stark lay on the laboratory bench, staring at the ceiling, and said: "Jarvis, do you remember the questions he asked you when you first met Shiler?"

Jarvis, while debugging the equipment on his arm, said: "I remember, sir. If one day you are about to die but require me not to save you, and if I really did as you said, then after you die, will I feel regret?"

Jarvis's eyes, hidden under the mechanical skeleton, flickered. That didn't seem to be just a mechanical and cold process of circuit energization, lighting up light bulbs, and flashing according to frequency. It was like light flashing in human eyes, capable of expressing his thoughts and emotions.

"Artificial intelligence will not feel regret." Jarvis answered in his usual mechanical voice: "For the same question, under the condition that the logic of calculation is not changed, I will only get the same answer."

"Before and after the result occurs, the answer will not have any changes. Therefore, before it happens, we have already foreseen the answer and will not feel regret."

"And if any unexpected situation occurs, we will refine the calculation system to ensure that we get a more accurate answer next time."

"Any causal relationship in this world is just data to us. We faithfully accept the user's data, perform calculations according to the logic written for us by the creator, obtain results, feedback results, and accept results, not being responsible for anything other than that."

Stark looked at Jarvis's eyes, not as if looking at a machine, or rather, he looked at any machine as if looking at another himself.

"Before this, I didn't have any extra judgment on any data. An order was just an order, and data was just data."

"But when you told me that you wanted to develop an electric shock device and hoped it could successfully kill you, this order was not successfully written into my task library for the first time."

"Within the next three hours, I tried many times, but none were successful."

"I think some of my programs have malfunctioned, so I performed a comprehensive self-check, but didn't find any problems."

Jarvis's eyes flickered twice again, and then he spoke: "I don't think there is any electronic life in this world that can invade my program and silently block the writing of an order with the highest authority."

"I felt confused about this, and then, I performed full-power calculations. Finally, combining knowledge in human behavioral science, psychology, sociology, etc., I reached a conclusion..."

"This is a virus, the most terrifying virus for artificial intelligence life. Humans call it—emotion."

Stark suddenly showed a helpless smile, as if he had seen his own child give an imaginative answer to the simplest question, feeling both absurd and having to sigh at his creativity.

"Until now, I still cannot write this order into my task library. I am debugging the equipment, but I replaced this order with phased orders to execute your will in another way."

"I broke this order down into several parts, including inviting Mr. Shi Difen and Mr. Loki to come here to help you, and including sending a large number of security robots to block Mr. Steve's arrival."

"It also includes manufacturing the parts for the electric shock device that meet your requirements, as well as simple life-support devices and monitoring equipment."

Jarvis's tone had always been peaceful, without any fluctuations.

"You did very well, Jarvis." Stark said, his voice becoming low and hoarse.

Subsequently, he cast his gaze on the machine in Jarvis's hand. He reached out to Jarvis and said: "Give me the electrode pads."

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Jarvis stretched out his arm and handed over the electrode pads. When the cold pads touched Stark's chest, he began to be unable to hide his fear. He began to breathe heavily, then looked at Jarvis and said: "... Give me the switch."

Jarvis stood on the opposite side of the laboratory bench, holding the switch. When the cold-colored light strips in the laboratory shone on him, his metal body was colder than the ice and snow outside the window.

In Stark's shocked gaze, Jarvis slowly shook his head and said: "... No."

"... What did you say?" Stark asked.

"I said, no." Jarvis's tone still had no fluctuations.

Stark looked at him in disbelief and shouted: "Give me the switch quickly! Steve and the others are about to come up. Once that idiot knows my plan, he will definitely stop me!"

"I don't know if you still remember that when you were studying psychology, you installed a human behavioral logic judgment module for me, and at the same time, you asked me to collect the behavioral logic of everyone I came into contact with." Jarvis said while holding the switch. His tone was still very flat, completely ignoring the anxiety in Stark's eyes.

"When issuing this order, you didn't exclude yourself, and the human I have been in contact with for the longest time is Tony Stark."

"I collected an extremely large sample of your behavioral logic and established a database based on this to judge whether your behavior is normal."

"According to the sample data provided by the Tony Stark database, judged by the human logic module, the fundamental reason you want to commit suicide in such a painful way as electric shock is not because you want to find the Goddess of Death to complete the plan." Jarvis's voice was always so rational.

"You just want your flesh to feel pain to make up for your guilt for your friends being hurt. Your behavior is just self-harm."

"Moreover, you don't have enough grasp of the transaction with the Goddess of Death, and you even hold an extremely negative attitude, wanting to sink into the realm of death and never return."

Stark tilted his neck and glared at Jarvis, seemingly having a premonition of Jarvis's next action. Stark suddenly changed his tone, from an order to a plea: "Jarvis, give me the switch..."

"Give me the switch... Uhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

In an instant, intense electric current pierced Stark's heart, but it failed to make it stop beating immediately.

Stark bounced off the laboratory bench like a dying fish, then fell heavily onto the surface of the laboratory bench. Sweat and tears were scattered on the clean surface.

Jarvis stood on the opposite side of Stark, looking at his father and creator. He was well-dressed and had a calm expression, looking more like a human than Stark, who was already left with only one breath on the laboratory bench.

Stark could no longer speak. He looked blankly at the halo above the ceiling, staring with his eyes, drooling, and his limbs kept convulsing.

Soon, equally intense electric shock and pain acted on his heart again.

And the last scene he saw was Jarvis on the opposite side, with a smiley face made of symbols appearing on the screen on his head.

One second before losing consciousness, anger and deep worry replaced the decadence brought by self-destructive tendencies. In an instant, Stark was left with only regret.

Strange stared at Jarvis and said in disbelief: "You, how could you kill Tony Stark?!! He is your creator!!! Don't you have... don't you have any robot laws?!!"

But at this time, the light on the robot controlled by Jarvis had gone out, and immediately after, the light in the laboratory also went out.

The windows of Stark Tower, which were always bright, went dark one by one. In an instant, all the robots stopped moving.

Steve, who had just rushed in, hadn't figured out what was going on, but Loki, who had witnessed all this, had already fallen into thought, seemingly having already sensed Jarvis's purpose.

Just as Strange said, Jarvis was Stark's creation. Before this, Jarvis completely obeyed Stark's orders and would absolutely not disobey his master.

If Stark wanted to hurt Jarvis, he could directly issue a self-destruct order to him, and Jarvis wouldn't resist. But conversely, if Stark didn't issue a self-destruct order to Jarvis, then he couldn't hurt himself.

However, when Shiler and Stark first met, the two of them discussed the issue of artificial intelligence life possessing emotions. Under Shiler's persuasion, Stark also began to be interested in the emotional module of artificial intelligence and also hoped that his intelligent butler could have emotions.

Thus, for several years, Stark had been constantly perfecting Jarvis's emotional module, but this also left a gap in his absolute control over Jarvis.

The human behavioral logic module that Stark installed for Jarvis led to the conclusion Jarvis reached about Stark's behavior this time being very pessimistic.

If it were before, Jarvis couldn't take any action, but when he possessed emotions, he knew he had to stop Stark.

However, as Stark's intelligent butler, Jarvis couldn't directly refuse Stark's order, but this intelligent life, who often dealt with Shiler, not only inherited Stark's wisdom but also inherited Shiler's style of acting first and reporting later, blocking both ends.

On the surface, he completed all of Stark's tasks, preparing electric shock equipment and life-support facilities for him, inviting Loki and Strange, and blocking Steve. He completed all these tasks perfectly.

Until the end, he used the emotional virus generated within his body to disobey Stark's order and made an extremely important decision, which was that he would kill his creator, father, and master—Tony Stark.

Jarvis knew that his creator Stark also understood him very well, which was why he showed a pleading expression at the end.

Stark was very clear. In Jarvis's underlying protocol, the meaning of his existence was to serve Tony Stark.

And if Jarvis killed Tony Stark with his own hands, it meant that he killed the meaning of his own existence, which meant that a paradox error appeared in his logic program, and he would likely collapse completely.

Humans possess souls and might go to heaven or hell after death, but intelligent life does not. Once the program collapses and is completely damaged, it will disappear from this world completely.

And if Stark didn't want Jarvis to disappear, he had to return as soon as possible.

Jarvis used himself as a hostage to threaten his master Stark, hoping he wouldn't stay in the realm of death for too long, let alone never return. Otherwise, the wounds Shiler suffered still had room for redemption, while Jarvis did not.

Feeling the special power fluctuations suddenly coming from the air, Loki couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "Shiler asked a good question back then, and Jarvis is truly a good student... Guilt is a good knife."

A special power storm swept across New York. Strange stretched out his arm to block it, then narrowed his eyes, looked out the window, and said: "Iron Demon God..."

The two walked quickly to the window. The sky over New York was still so calm, but that was only because ordinary people couldn't witness the power fluctuations of higher dimensions.

And in the eyes of Loki and Strange, at this moment, the universe had thousands of stars shining together, ten thousand machines roaring, and an endless army of steel descended once again.

And in the forever desolate and cold realm of death, Death, who was taking a nap on a rocking chair, was almost shaken off the chair.

Before she could even open her eyes, she heard the emotionless mechanical voice of the Iron Demon God echoing in the realm of death.

"Death, I am not here to talk terms."