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, "Make a robot learn magic? How on earth did you come up with that? Listen to yourself, does this sound reasonable?!"

Stark was just about to speak, but Strange extended 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 is a high probability of not being able to master it. Simply put, it's a miracle of probability."

"But the opponent Jarvis is going to deal with, Ultron, doesn't know magic. If Jarvis knows it, wouldn't he be guaranteed to win?" Stark's line of thought was very clear. He continued:

"Although I believe that a scientist who lets intelligent life go out of control is not professional enough, if that guy called Ultron really inherited Pym's IQ and thinking, then I'm afraid he will be very difficult to deal with."

"It's not just Jarvis. Even if anyone in the Avengers wants to deal with such an opponent, they must have a way to ensure that they possess 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 believe that Ultron doesn't know magic, but Jarvis does. In this way, Jarvis can gain an absolute advantage."

"Then have you ever 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 at this moment, Schiller walked in. Just as he walked in, he was stunned, because at this moment, a massive robot was placed in the very center of Stark's lab.

This robot was about two meters tall, currently fixed by two brackets above and below, and was also more than a meter away from the ground.

The dazzling array of various complex pipes and circuits around it was dizzying. This one robot alone occupied more than half of the space in Stark's spacious lab.

Schiller walked forward, looked up, and observed the robot carefully. To tell the truth, rather than saying this was a robot, it was better to say this was 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 made one feel amazed was that on the surface of the metal armor of the limbs, one could see the traces of every human muscle. If one ignored the circuits vaguely visible from 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 humans 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 together by a complex structure. Near the sphenoid bone of the head, two teardrop-shaped metal pieces were suspended, reducing the stiffness of the mechanical style and appearing more lively.

Schiller crossed his arms and examined the robot carefully. He discovered 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, 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 bit of Kree technology in the leg structure and power system parts.

Seeing Schiller observing this 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, but the robot didn't fall to the ground, instead floating in the air.

"Anti-gravity system?" Schiller narrowed his eyes and asked, "It seems the Kree spaceship was of great help to you."

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

Schiller looked up. He discovered 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 like rocket engines next to them.

Suddenly, the floor also opened. Among the tool tables that rose up, there were hand weapon components of different models. Schiller saw a component very similar to a freeze gun; he didn't recognize the rest.

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

Before, 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 able to be worn on his body, and the human body is very fragile.

This point actually held him back a lot. The safety protection function had to occupy a large part of the machine. First, it needed pressure resistance and impact resistance, otherwise Stark would become a meat patty. It needed braking functions and an internal space stabilization system, otherwise, when sprinting at high speed, Stark would be flattened. It also had to have an overheating cooling system, otherwise Stark would be roasted.

"My Iceberg Beauty Wife"

It could be said that making a suit to be worn on an ordinary human body is dancing in shackles.

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

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

Seeing this, Strange was somewhat 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 has already done it to this extent, shouldn't magic come and show a hand?"

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

He began to pace in the room, then explained to Stark, "If you want him to be like you, changing a core and being 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 excel in technology, the further you are from magic. You might feel that magical energy is just a kind of energy, and there is no difference from technology. But in reality, the true depth of magic lies in the unknown."

"This is not a subject that can be handled by experiments and analysis. It lies more in human imagination. Many times there is no goal, and inspiration flashes and vanishes."

"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 comprehend it, who can use it, and the changes brought by using it are unknown to us, but have long been determined by fate..."

Strange's messy, god-stick-like speech gave Stark a headache. Just as he said, scientific research personnel are the least willing to listen to these words. He said, "Then at least one 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 reason. Clearly, you want results immediately, but the cycle of learning magic starts at ten years."

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

"I think you shouldn't be obsessed with letting him learn magic. Forcing Jarvis to learn magic, that kind of ancient, 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, to give up. And Schiller was like another parent, also persuading Stark not to be too anxious.

Stark suddenly turned around, walked to the side of 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 forward, patted his shoulder, and said, "I know, you are very anxious. Before this child was even born, there was a powerful opponent waiting for him."

"You want to ensure his safety from every aspect and every angle, thinking that if he has any damage, it 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 was a bit anxious, but precisely because I don't want to treat him as a tool to deal with an enemy, that's why I'm like this."

"If I really just needed a robot to deal with Ultron, then I could completely use numbers to bury him. No matter how many bodies are scrapped, I wouldn't feel heartache. But Jarvis is different..."

"I hope he can gain an advantage as much as possible, 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.

Stark's feelings for the old butler Jarvis were like Bruce's for Alfred. The only difference was that, looking at it from this level, 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, then you should understand that the starting point you gave him is already 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-in-arms, juniors, more wealth, stronger abilities, and therefore, had more sense of security and a more stable psychological defense line.

So, he was silent for a while, turned around, looked at the robot that had been magically modified by him to be infinitely close to a perfect machine body, and said, "... Alright, then let's stop here. I'm going to do a final debugging of 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 appreciating your work." Strange stared at the floor and said.

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

Stark was puzzled for a long time, but in the end, he still 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 production, there's definitely no chance if we start from scratch." Strange replied.

"It seems we have to think of other ways." Schiller said while stroking his chin.

"You didn't intend to let Jarvis deal with Ultron? Then you still lied to Stark..."

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