"Steve and Bucky have already set out. They should be here in the next 40 minutes at most," Stark calculated.
Stark was lying on an experintal table breathing in deeply, "Prepare the life-support device, activate the dedicated power supply, and make sure to get it right the first ti!"
After finishing, he closed his eyes and fell silent. At this point, Loki and Doctor Strange already knew that Stark had made up his mind. No amount of persuasion would change his decision; it was better to cooperate and avoid any accidents.
Firstly, Stark was wearing his cha from the waist down. The cha was secured to the table to prevent him from falling off due to spasms, and to prevent any accidental incontinence resulting from the electric shock.
At the sa ti, his arms were secured to the table. But because he did not like the feeling of restricted breathing, no restraining devices were placed above his chest.
At this mont, Jarvis brought a piece of clothing to cover Stark.
As Stark lay on the experintal table, looking at the ceiling, he asked, "Jarvis, do you rember the questions Shiller asked you when you first t him?"
While adjusting the equipnt on his arm, Jarvis responded, "I rember, sir. He asked if I would regret it if one day you were about to die and asked not to save you, and if I truly followed your order, would I regret it after your death?"
As Jarvis' eyes, hidden beneath his chanical skeleton, flickered, it seed beyond a simple process of electrical circuits lighting up or blinking at a certain frequency. It was akin to a human's eyes sparkling, expressing thoughts and emotions.
"Artificial intelligence does not feel regret," Jarvis responded in his usual chanical tone, "For the sa question, I will always arrive at the sa answer given that the logic remains unchanged."
"The answer does not change before or after the result. Therefore, we foresee the answer before it happens and do not feel regret."
"If any unexpected situation arises, we will enhance the calculation system, ensuring a more accurate answer the next ti."
"All cause-and-effect relationships in this world are rely data to us. We faithfully accept the data users provide and calculate the result according to the logic programd in us by the creator. We produce the result, feedback the result, and accept it, not responsible for anything else."
Stark looked into Jarvis's eyes, not as if he was looking at a machine but rather another version of himself.
"Before this, I never made any additional judgnts on data. Command is just command. Data is just data."
"But when you told you were developing an electric shock device and hoped it could successfully kill you, this command was not imdiately written into my task bank."
"In the next three hours, I tried many tis without success."
"I thought so of my programs had failed, so I perford a full self-check, but no problems were found."
Jarvis's eyes flashed suddenly, and then he said, "I don't think there is any electronic life in this world that could invade my program and quietly block a command with the highest authority ."
"I found it puzzling, so I ran a full system computation, and finally, combining human behavior, psychology, sociology and other knowledge, I ca to a conclusion..."
"It is a kind of virus, a most terrifying virus for artificial intelligence lives. Humans call it - emotions."
Stark showed a helpless smile, as if seeing his own child give a fanciful answer to the simplest question, feeling absurd but admiring his creativity.
"Until now, I can't write this command into my task bank. My adjustnts to the device are only through sub phased orders to replace your command and execute your will in a different way."
"I broke down that command into several parts, including inviting Mr. Stephen, and Mr. Loki to help you here and deploying nurous security robots to stop Mr. Steve from arriving."
"It also includes manufacturing shock equipnt components according to your requirents as well as simple life-support and monitoring devices."
Jarvis's tone remained constant, without any fluctuations.
"You've done well, Jarvis," Stark said, his voice hoarse and deep.
Then, he focused on the device in Jarvis's hand and held out his hand, "Give the electrode patch."
Jarvis extended his arm, handing over the electrode patch. When the cold patch touched Stark's chest, he could not hide his fear. He began to breathe in large gasps, then looking at Jarvis, said, "...Give the switch."
Standing on the other side of the experintal table, Jarvis held the switch in his hands. Under the cold strip of light in the lab, his tallic body appeared even colder than the snow outside the window.
To the shock of Stark, Jarvis shook his head slowly and said, "...No."
"...What did you say?" asked Stark.
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