Chapter 558

When Schiller arrived at Stark Tower and was in front of the lab door, he heard the argument between Strange and Stark coming from inside.

"I'll say it again, Tony Stark! I am a doctor, not God! Why do you come to me every time there's this kind of impossible trouble?!"

"Because you know magic!" Stark said righteously.

Strange took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and said: "Let a robot learn magic? How on earth did you come up with that? Listen to yourself, does this sound reasonable?!"

Stark was about to speak, but Strange stretched out a hand, stopping his next words, and said: "There are billions of people on Earth, but in every generation, those who can learn magic and join Kamar-Taj are fewer than 200."

"This is a subject that cannot be mastered without talent, and even with talent, there's a high possibility of failure. Simply put, it's a miracle of probability."

"But have you thought about why the powerful Ultron doesn't know magic? If Jarvis knew, wouldn't he be guaranteed to win?" Stark's train of thought was very clear. He continued:

"Although I think scientists who let intelligent life get out of control aren't professional enough, if that guy called Ultron really inherited Pym's IQ and thinking, I'm afraid he will be very difficult to deal with."

"It's not just Jarvis. Even if anyone in the Avengers were to deal with such an opponent, they must have a way to ensure that they have an absolute advantage when facing Ultron."

"But this is difficult, because an intelligent life with infinite learning ability, after evolving for so long, no one knows to what extent he has evolved."

"Therefore, I think Ultron doesn't know magic, while Jarvis does. In this way, Jarvis can gain an absolute advantage."

"Then have you thought about why the powerful Ultron doesn't know magic?"

"Because no one taught him, that's why I invited you over, to let you teach Jarvis magic!"

Just then, Schiller walked in. As soon as he walked in, he was stunned, because at this moment, a massive robot was placed in the center of Stark's lab.

This robot was about two meters tall, and at this moment, it was fixed by two brackets each at the top and bottom, and was also at a distance of more than a meter from the ground.

The dazzling array of complex pipes and lines around it was dizzying. Just this one robot took up more than half of the space in Stark's spacious lab.

Schiller walked up, looked up, and observed the robot carefully. To be honest, rather than calling this a robot, it was better to call it a humanoid machine, because at first glance, the lines of its limbs were very much like a human's, or rather, very much like a perfect human.

What was surprising was that the metal armor on the limbs showed traces of every human muscle. If one ignored the lines vaguely visible at the joints, it looked like the kind of sculpture full of classical beauty that would appear in the hands of a Renaissance master, only the material was metal.

Another detail different from a human was the head. The head had more of a mechanical style, without specific facial features. It was just a streamlined human head model split into four pieces, connected by complex structures. Near the sphenoid bone of the head, two water-drop-shaped metal pieces were suspended, reducing the stiffness of the mechanical style and making it appear more lively.

Schiller crossed his arms and looked at the robot carefully. He found traces of many familiar technologies inside.

Even if he really only knew how to screw in lightbulbs, he could see that the structure at the head should have come from Stark, and it was a bit like his suit, but bolder and more complex.

The muscle lines and bionic parts looked more like Connors's handiwork, perhaps also combining a part of Osborn's biotechnology.

Schiller even saw a shadow of Kree technology in the leg structure and power system parts.

Seeing Schiller observing the robot, Stark raised his head, snorted, and pressed a button on his arm armor.

Suddenly, those four brackets fixing the robot retracted into the ceiling and floor. However, the robot didn't fall to the ground, but floated in the air.

"Anti-gravity system?" Schiller narrowed his eyes and asked: "It seems the Kree spaceship has been a great help to you."

Stark curled his lips and pressed his arm armor again. Suddenly, the ceiling opened, and accompanied by the familiar mechanical humming, a pair of huge wings descended. Accompanied by a "click-clack" sound, the wings were fixed to the back of the robot.

Schiller looked up. He found that in the void of the ceiling, there were not only wing accessories, but also something very similar to Doctor Octopus's tentacles, and power components that looked like rocket engines next to them.

Suddenly, the floor opened again. Among the tools rising from it were hand-held weapon components of different models. Schiller saw a component very similar to a freeze gun; he didn't recognize the other few.

When a super-rich man with the most money and the most genius brain in the world wants to play with models, the genius creativity and production capacity he can erupt with are endless.

Previously, although Stark also played with models, he only played with the suit he wore on himself. The most basic starting point of the suit was that it had to be wearable on him, and the human body is very fragile.

This point actually held him back a lot. Safety protection functions had to take up a large part of the machine body. First, it needed pressure resistance and impact resistance, otherwise Stark would turn into a meat patty. It needed braking functions and internal space stabilization systems, otherwise Stark would be crushed flat during high-speed sprints. It also needed an overheating cooling system, otherwise Stark would be roasted.

"My Iceberg Beauty Wife"

It can be said that making a suit for an ordinary human to wear is dancing in shackles.

However, once these shackles were gone, everything was designed for the machine itself. The liberated parts could all be used to improve functionality. The change produced would be a qualitative change.

Plus, the entire body was cast from molten steel and vibranium. The upper limits of these two materials were terrifyingly high. Material science limitations no longer existed. For any scientist, this was a territory to freely unleash their genius creativity.

Seeing this, Strange was a bit speechless. He walked to Schiller's side and said: "Look at his expression, he's definitely been waiting here for half a day."

Schiller bumped Strange with his shoulder and said: "He's already done it to this extent, aren't you going to show off some magic?"

"It's not that I don't want to, but I really can't." Strange gave Schiller a wink.

He began to pace in the room and then explained to Stark: "If you want him to be like you, change a core, and be able to use magical energy as energy, that's fine. But if you want him to really learn magic, I'm afraid it's very difficult."

"Tony, the more you rely on technology, the further you move away from magic. You might feel that magical energy is just a kind of energy, and there's no difference from technology. But in reality, the true profundity of magic lies in the unknown."

"This isn't a subject that can be handled with experiments and analysis. It lies more in human imagination. Many times, there's no goal, and inspiration flashes and disappears."

"Perhaps, the things you realize from the void have no logic, but they just work. Perhaps, the conclusions you analyze seriously are just 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 have long been determined by fate..."

Strange's messy, mystical speech gave Stark a headache. Just as he said, researchers hate hearing these words the most. He said: "Then at least you should try. How do you know artificial intelligence doesn't exist in fate?"

Strange shook his head and said: "This is why I refused your request. Clearly, you want results immediately, but the learning cycle for magic starts at ten years."

Stark stared at Strange. Strange widened his eyes and said: "Why are you looking at me?... Alright, I'm also just a beginner, an apprentice, okay?"

"I think you shouldn't be obsessed with letting him learn magic. Forcing Jarvis to learn magic, that kind of weird metaphysical concept, might even cause damage to his logic."

At this moment, Strange was like a teacher at school, persuading Stark, a parent who wanted to sign his child up for too many cram schools, and Schiller was like another parent, also persuading Stark not to be too anxious.

Stark suddenly turned around, walked to the experimental table, turned his back to the two, covered his face with his hands, wiped his face, and took a few deep breaths.

Schiller walked up, patted his shoulder, and said: "I know, you're very anxious. Before this child was even born, a powerful opponent was already waiting for him."

"You want to ensure his safety from every aspect and angle, thinking that any damage to him is your dereliction of duty, and you are incomparably anxious because of this, even wanting to decide his future path without his consent. But are you sure you would like parents like this?"

Stark sighed slowly and said: "I am a bit anxious, but precisely because I don't want to treat him as a tool to deal with an enemy, I am like this."

"If I really just needed a robot to deal with Ultron, I could completely use quantity to bury him. I wouldn't feel bad about how many bodies were scrapped. But Jarvis is different..."

"I hope he gains the absolute advantage, not just in dealing with Ultron, but in facing anything in the future."

"I know, he will evolve on his own. Perhaps, one day, he will come up with a better body and no longer need this one I made for him. But..."

Schiller rarely heard Stark say that someone could come up with something better than what he made, but clearly, Jarvis was different.

This intelligent butler's name came from the old butler who raised Stark. In those days when Howard drank heavily 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 was like Bruce and Alfred. The only difference was that in this respect, Stark was more unfortunate than Bruce. When he became Iron Man, those who once loved him and took care of him had all left him.

Precisely because Stark's longing for the old butler was entrusted to this artificial intelligence, when building a body for him, Stark had a feeling of a crow feeding its parents, hoping to build a perfect machine body.

Schiller persuaded again: "Since you know he has the ability to evolve on his own, you should understand that the starting point you gave him is high enough. You can't possibly never let go."

And the Iron Man at this moment was no longer like in the movie, losing everything. On the contrary, he now possessed more: friends, comrades, juniors, more wealth, and stronger abilities, and therefore, had more sense of security and a more stable psychological defense line.

So, he was silent for a while, turned to look at the robot that had been magically modified by him to be infinitely close to a perfect machine, and said: "... Alright, let's stop here. I'll go make a final adjustment to Jarvis's software system..."

As he spoke, he walked toward the door. Just as he was about to walk out the door, he turned his head, looked at Schiller and Strange who were not moving, and asked somewhat puzzled: "Why are you two still staying here?"

"I'm looking at the lighting system." Schiller looked up at the ceiling and said.

"I'm admiring your work." Strange lowered his head and stared at the floor.

Stark looked at them with full confusion, holding the door frame, walked two steps out, and suddenly poked his head back in, finding that the two were closer together, but didn't find any other actions from them.

Stark was puzzled for a long time, but eventually left.

The moment he left, Schiller took a step to the left, and Strange took a step to the right. The two instantly gathered together, staring at the robot.

"Can't use magic?" Schiller asked.

"The wand is still in the making; starting from scratch is definitely not going to work." Strange replied.

"It looks like we have to think of another way." Schiller touched his chin and said.

"You didn't intend to let Jarvis deal with Ultron? Then why did you lie to Stark..."

"It's not like it's the first or second time anyway."