Chapter 389: Shiler is Sick (Part 2)

"Dissociative Identity Disorder?" In the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters, Stark and Steve looked at each other, and then together turned to look at Charles, who said this medical term.

"Tony, I remember I told you before, Shiler is a mental patient."

Steve turned to look at Stark. Stark touched his nose and said: "I thought that was an adjective. You know, he sometimes is a bit..."

He sighed and said: "Alright, I knew it. He has never been very normal. There is a kind of..."

Stark flipped his palms, seeming to be trying hard to find a vocabulary that could describe that state. A few seconds later, he said: "... a feeling of trying hard to pretend to be an ordinary person, but because his imagination of ordinary people's lives is too poor, he used too much force."

"It's not that exaggerated, right?" Steve recalled and said: "I think he's quite normal."

"Do you know? Peter still thinks his good doctor is really an ordinary person." Stark shook his head and said: "Even if he isn't a mental patient, he must be a damn liar."

"I'm more curious, if he is really a patient with dissociative identity disorder, then why haven't other personalities appeared before?" Steve looked at Charles and asked.

"Generally speaking, patients with dissociative identity disorder all produce other personalities after being subjected to some kind of stimulation. Maybe it was precisely some stimulation that let his other personalities surface."

"Stimulation? What stimulation has he suffered recently?" Stark touched his chin and said: "Although it's possible Hydra affected him, I always feel this isn't the correct answer..."

"Actually, you can try another method." Charles reminded: "Did you forget? Before, you invited me to your laboratory to debug the personality analysis module for your artificial intelligence butler, to provide you with support in psychology and behavioral science."

"I have to admit, the great achievements you have made in artificial intelligence are indeed great. I feel I am not talking to a machine, but teaching a real person."

"Jarvis is a good student. In terms of learning, he has unique advantages, and his understanding ability and associative ability have completely exceeded what an intelligent life form should have. He can be called thorough."

"If he could have a body, then I feel, it wouldn't be difficult for him to get a few doctoral degrees. Maybe he could even go to a well-known university to teach."

Facing Charles, Stark rarely emphasized his genius. He just said somewhat unexpectedly: "Actually, I only hoped he could help me analyze suspicious people. If he is really this powerful, wouldn't I have a psychology expert I can carry around?"

Charles shook his head and said: "In terms of theoretical knowledge, he can indeed be called an expert, but you have to know, in psychological treatment, empathy ability is also very important. His cognition of psychology and behavioral science is more based on a relatively rigid logic. In terms of emotion, he hasn't reached this level, so you'd better not count on him to help you solve psychological problems at any time."

Stark smiled and said: "I remember before, a certain unscrupulous doctor opened his mouth like a lion and extorted millions of dollars from me. Now the identities are reversed, I can let Jarvis treat him..."

Charles also smiled and said: "I guess that scene will be very interesting. But you'd better not hold too much hope. Shiler couldn't have no recognition of his own condition, or rather..."

Charles revealed a strange expression. Stark pursued: "What?"

"According to my understanding of him, his situation might exceed the scope that Jarvis can treat."

"Alright, I was just saying." Stark said in a relaxed tone: "Anyway, if there really is a problem, at least there is still you, Professor, isn't there?"

Charles's expression was even stranger. He paused, sighed, and then said: "In fact, his situation might also exceed the scope that I can treat."

Stark waved his hand. He felt Charles was being modest. Since knowing this Professor X, even Stark had to admit that this is a person with noble character. His personality has almost no shortcomings. He is powerful, gentle, humble, and polite. You almost won't hear any words from his mouth boasting about himself, so Stark felt Charles was just being politely modest.

But soon, he realized he was wrong.

It was another morning. Shiler was standing next to the buffet table in the S. H. I. E. L. D. cafeteria, picking bread with bread tongs. He heard a mechanical clicking sound behind him. Shiler didn't look back and said: "This is the first time I know that your armor actually needs to eat."

"Hey, you don't even look back? Look at my armor, a beautiful guy born from the genius Stark's laboratory!" Stark spread his arms. The S. H. I. E. L. D. agents passing by all looked sideways because the new armor Stark was wearing was really beautiful.

The Mark-type armor worn during the Civil War incident was scrapped because the energy was exhausted and the exterior was severely damaged. Now he is wearing a brand-new Mark-type armor, which is very shiny because it just came off the production line.

Natasha happened to pass by and whistled at Stark. Stark immediately turned around and pointed at her with his arm, indicating she had good eyes. The surrounding agents also began to cheer. Stark "whooshed" and flew to mid-air. The cheering became even more enthusiastic. He waved his arms like a big star.

Shiler finished taking the bread, took another small piece of cheese, then took a beef patty and lettuce, and walked toward the dining table without looking back.

After the crowd dispersed, Stark landed. A blue analysis panel appeared in his field of vision. He asked: "How is it, Jarvis? Have you analyzed it?"

"Behavioral data is insufficient, need to continue collecting data."

"Alright..." Stark turned back to get his meal. After taking it, he sat opposite Shiler again. With a "click," the mask rose. Shiler looked up at him and said: "You said yesterday that your anxiety didn't act up, why are you wearing armor to eat today?"

"Does this have any inevitable connection?" Stark asked somewhat puzzled.

"Of course. You liked to wear armor all the time before precisely because of the panic and unease brought to you by anxiety. You treated mechanical armament as a kind of spiritual sustenance. This is a way to alleviate anxiety."

"Uh... this time it's not because of this." Stark denied, but mentioning the topic of anxiety, he thought of some other things. He asked while eating: "Speaking of which, how did my anxiety get better? I don't remember when it started to improve."

"If you need it, I can mail the medical record he wrote to you. Although I have always felt that he is too wordy in the analysis of the cause of the disease, it should be enough to explain it to a layman." Shiler said while wiping his sleeve.

"He?" Stark stared at Shiler and asked: "Who are you referring to?"

"My other personality, otherwise who? You and Steve Rogers should have gone to find Professor X overnight, right? Then he told you that I am a patient with dissociative identity disorder."

"It seems that although your personalities are different, mind reading is shared."

"This is not mind reading, just psychology."

Stark discovered that the speaking tone and facial expressions of this person who claimed to be Shiler's other personality were different from the Shiler he knew. His voice appeared colder, the vocal range was lower, facial changes were relatively few, and Stark stared at him for a while, discovering that the rhythm of his blinking didn't change at all.

Then, he lowered his gaze again, looking at Shiler's plate. After tossing the fried egg yesterday, today he started tossing the beef patty, putting it from the left to the right, then moving it from the right to the left, and finally putting it aside somewhat disgustedly.

"Are you not eating it?" Stark frowned and asked.

Shiler shook his head. Stark continued to ask: "Then why did you take it?"

"Because there is no fried egg."

"Why must you take a beef patty when there is no fried egg? And then you don't eat it, just move it around?"

Shiler pursed his lips, revealing a somewhat impatient expression, as if he couldn't communicate with Stark at all. He said: "Because I need something round, understand?"

Stark didn't understand at all, but he only understood one thing: this personality must be sick.

"Do you know? Where I live, no one cares about these trivial details. The way you look at me is like saying I am a lunatic, but in fact, I am a normal person, just not very adapted to your society." Shiler said while eating.

"Where you live?" Stark was becoming more and more puzzled. He indeed hadn't contacted such a strange mental patient. So he asked somewhat curiously: "So what is your identity? Are your memories shared? Can you communicate?"

"You might as well ask that artificial intelligence that is planning to tell you the result." Shiler said without raising his head.

"Fairy Wood Origin"

At this time, Jarvis's voice sounded in Stark's ears, but it wasn't the series of data broadcasts he often heard, but a slightly hesitant voice: "Sir, I suspect my behavioral analysis data has a problem..."

"What's wrong?"

"I obtained the specific analysis data, but it looks like data that shouldn't be obtained."

Stark spread the soft cheese on the bread and said: "Don't be nervous. This system indeed still needs some debugging, so it's normal to have problems. You tell me the data first."

"Behavioral logic analysis complete. Autism spectrum possible 58%, antisocial

Looking at that string of medical terms he had never seen before, Stark didn't feel surprised. At this moment, Jarvis said, "I think there is a problem with the data derived from this system analysis..."

"Analyzing from the data, I cannot determine which one is Dr. Schiller's primary personality. This does not match the symptoms of Dissociative Identity Disorder. Regardless of which of these two personalities that have appeared is the possible secondary personality, both appear too complete and independent."

Jarvis tried to explain the relevant knowledge to Stark. Stark listened very carefully and basically understood it all. He summarized, "You mean to say that by comparing the performance of these two personalities, it's impossible to judge which one is the dominant personality occupying the main position? This doesn't look like Multiple Personality Disorder; instead, it looks like two souls living in one body?"

"Wait..." Stark narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you remember what Steve told us before? If he ever becomes a stranger one day, we must not rule out the possibility that he has become Hydra..."

As he spoke, Stark pretended to be casual and slowly raised his eyes, wanting to observe Schiller. He happened to see that the familiar pair of eyes opposite him were also looking at him with a slightly cold gaze.