Chapter 559

In another laboratory of Stark Tower, Peter was busy in front of the computer on the table. Connors walked over, glanced at his computer, and asked: "What are you doing?"

Peter typed on the keyboard rapidly, and lines of code appeared on the screen. Focused work didn't affect his language ability, and he answered fluently:

"The enemy Ultron that Jarvis is about to deal with should be a very powerful artificial intelligence. Mr. Stark has prepared a very complete body for Jarvis, but I think it can be safer."

"What do you want to do?" Connors walked to the experimental bench opposite and started working.

"Although improving Jarvis's body performance is important, we can also think of ways to weaken his opponent. I got some information about Ultron from Dr. Pym. I'll see if I can make a virus targeting him."

"The idea is good, but is a virus really useful for an artificial intelligence of this level?" Connors asked while lowering his head to work.

"An ordinary virus is definitely useless, so I'm researching a super virus, and it's the kind of virus specifically targeting super artificial intelligence."

"It seems that your attainments in computer science are not low. Do you want me to find someone to write you a recommendation letter?" Dr. Connors asked with a smile.

"Ah, no, I just know a little bit, most of it still depends on the computing power support provided by Jarvis." Peter stared at the screen without blinking, seemingly reaching a critical stage.

Connors didn't ask, but Peter said as if to organize his thoughts: "Moreover, if we can find Ultron's location one step ahead, we will occupy a strategic advantage. If we can hack into his system to obtain information, the advantage will be even greater."

"I'm building a tracking system to query the traces he might have left on the internet. By collecting these traces, I can find his path and monitor his location."

The light of the computer reflected in Peter's eyes, but it looked more like the light of wisdom that burst out from him from the inside out. Connors looked at Peter through the test tube rack on the experimental bench.

He didn't remember when it started, but he rarely saw Spider-Man wearing the spider suit anymore. Instead, he often saw Peter Parker wearing a shirt or a hoodie, sitting at that table fiddling with the computer.

Now, whether it was Connors, S. H. I. E. L. D., or the Avengers, they no longer viewed Spider-Man as a street hero in New York. And most of Spider-Man's tasks were just taking that group of mutants with symbiotes to familiarize themselves with the environment and exercise their abilities.

Steve and the others didn't want to give Peter tasks that were too dangerous, not because they didn't believe in his ability or felt that he was too young to be competent, but out of protection for a precious researcher.

As time passed, Peter also reached the age of going to university, and his superhero career had undergone a certain shift. He didn't spend most of his time swinging around in the sky of New York every day. On the contrary, he took on more technical work for the Avengers.

For example, in terms of tracking information and network security, Nick once praised that Peter alone was worth the entire network security department of S. H. I. E. L. D. Steve, Matt, and other core members of the Avengers also relied on him very much. The wiretaps, walkie-talkies, and monitors they used during investigations were basically improved and manufactured by Peter.

If this brought any change to Peter himself, it was to make him realize that knowledge and technology were not just auxiliary to power. On the contrary, sometimes, they were the key to deciding the outcome of the battle.

Therefore, when facing the battle between Jarvis and Ultron, the approach Spider-Man took was not wandering around New York looking for Ultron's figure, but staying in the laboratory of Stark Tower, creating a more efficient method.

After a few hours, Peter finally finished the program. At this time, it was already dark, and Connors had also finished his work and left the entire laboratory. Only Peter was left here.

At this moment, a small robot carrying a food tray came to Peter's feet. Peter turned his head and said happily: "... Oh! This wouldn't be my favorite thin pancake, right? Thank you, Jarvis, you actually went to buy me takeout!"

Jarvis "beeped" twice, the lights flickered twice, and then returned to calm.

Peter looked up somewhat puzzled. He felt that Jarvis had been very busy recently and didn't reply to him much. But thinking that he was about to deal with Ultron, he might need some preparation, so Peter didn't think too much about it.

Peter bit into the thin pancake in large mouthfuls. Suddenly, the computer screen in front of him lit up, seemingly some programs had finished debugging. Peter hurriedly threw the pancake aside, wiped his hands with a napkin, and returned to work.

The screen began to flicker with light constantly, and Peter's focused eyes were brighter than the screen. Suddenly, he tapped the keyboard and said: "Found it!... Let me see, he really left quite a few traces. Is this the trajectory of his evolution?"

"His main body seems to have been moving. This direction is... New York? He rushed from Los Angeles to the west, then made a big turn and headed to the East Coast? His destination is New York?? What does he want to do?"

Peter's expression became serious. He immediately picked up the phone and said to the other end: "Captain, I have queried the action trajectory of that artificial intelligence called Ultron. His final destination should be New York."

"I will gather the others immediately and strengthen security work." Steve replied: "You continue to track. Once he enters New York, you must tell us. We must go and intercept him and cannot let him harm the public."

After Peter agreed, he called the few mutants with symbiotes again and said: "Now we need to urgently increase monitoring equipment, especially at several intersections entering New York. Can I trouble you to come over? I will hand the monitoring equipment to you."

Soon, several symbiotes came to the glass curtain wall of Stark Tower. Peter shouted: "Jarvis! Open the glass... Jarvis! Are you there?!"

This time, Jarvis took a long time to respond, but finally opened the glass. After several symbiotes came in, they immediately asked Peter: "What's going on? Mechanical runaway?"

"It's just an artificial intelligence runaway. We have tracked his location, we just need to stop him."

Blue Spirit, who was the leader, said with a very serious face: "I have seen many civilizations destroyed by mechanical runaway. Some of them were more advanced than humans, but..."

Blue Spirit shook his head, looking a bit sad, seemingly remembering some tragedies. Green Thorn sighed and said: "There are many carbon-based biological civilizations that rely on robots, all destroyed by these crises."

"Why? Don't they control the robots?"

"No, on the contrary, they set too many rules for the robots, and these underlying commands are not allowed to be modified."

"The original intention of these commands is good, but the underlying logic followed by the robots will make them rigidly follow these commands while achieving the highest efficiency."

"For example, I once saw a civilization. The underlying command they set for their robot butler was to ensure the safety of the master. But in the end, all the robot butlers rioted together, built a huge honeycomb cage, and locked everyone on the entire planet inside."

"Every grid on it was completely sealed. Oxygen and food were supplied regularly, and there wouldn't be any external danger, because the entire planet had been cleared by the robot butlers."

"In this way, they did ensure the safety of the master in the underlying command, and at the same time achieved the highest efficiency. But in the end, you should be able to imagine that this civilization was destroyed."

Peter sat in the chair, shook his head, and said: "Mr. Stark's understanding of intelligent life is different. What he needs is not an omnipotent tool, but a partner and friend with emotions..."

Blue Spirit continued: "This is very rare. Most civilizations create robots and intelligent butlers to improve efficiency. They only need to be easy to use, and don't need personality and emotions. But clearly, humans seem to have taken another path. You are creating another kind of true life."

"Do you think this is right?" Peter looked up and asked.

"I don't know. Humans are a magical race. You take emotions so seriously. It's a good thing, and it's also a bad thing."

Several symbiotes took the box containing parts from Peter's hand. Before leaving, Jarvis "beeped" twice, seemingly saying goodbye to them.

Just then, Peter's computer screen lit up again. He turned back and continued to fiddle. Soon, his eyes lit up, and he said happily: "Caught it! I should be able to invade his system along here..."

The pattering keyboard sound was like the sound of rain coming from the window, and the screen kept flickering, but Peter's frown became tighter and tighter. He muttered to himself: "What's going on? Why can't I invade?... Try another method."

"Hmm? Why doesn't it work either? It seems I have to use my trump card!"

"What's going on??? Why does he seem to be able to predict my actions??? The defenses are all targeted... No, it's unlikely, try again!"

"My god!" Peter looked at the screen with a serious face, picked up the phone, and called Stark, saying: "Mr. Stark, I think we should re-evaluate the ability of that artificial intelligence called Ultron..."

"Just now, I followed the tail he left on the internet and found the path to invade his system, but I tried more than 20 ways to invade, all of which were cracked by him, and his cracking was very targeted, as if he had a premonition of what I would do..."

"He might be a very dangerous artificial intelligence! Extremely dangerous!" Peter emphasized his tone, repeated the word several times, and finally said: "I'll send you the record just now, you'll know when you see it."

As he spoke, he tapped the keyboard, and in Stark's laboratory upstairs, the computer screen lit up. Stark put down the phone, turned back to the table, looked at the data on it, and Stark also frowned, his expression becoming serious.

Just as Peter said, Ultron seemed to know what Peter would do. The defenses were all targeted, and Peter's invasion didn't have any effect.

Stark felt anxious again. He rested his elbows on the table, covered his forehead, hesitated for a long time, and finally called Loki, saying: "Loki, I might need your help..."