Man using prosthetic arm
Inside Columbia University, deep within the subterranean laboratory of the Departnt of Bioengineering.
Unlike the highly chaotic, reagent-spattered, disorganized state from exactly one month ago, the massive laboratory was currently completely, immaculately clean and perfectly tidy.
The heavy stainless-steel workbenches were flawlessly organized with high-precision biological detectors, advanced neural signal acquisition equipnt, and completely neat, ticulously labeled rows of glowing chemical reagent tubes. The warm New York afternoon sunlight filtered softly through the high, reinforced security windows, falling beautifully upon the massive whiteboard completely covered in dense mathematical formulas and highly complex chanical design drafts.
The circulating air absolutely no longer held the sharp, pungent, highly toxic sll of volatile chemical reagents. There was only a faint, sterile scent of hospital-grade disinfectant.
Dr. Curt Connors stood perfectly straight before the massive whiteboard, tightly holding a black marker. He was aggressively, busy refining the highly complex bio-adaptation paraters regarding the prosthetic neural interface module.
He wore a completely clean, pressed white lab coat, his empty left sleeve neatly, professionally pinned directly to his side. The heavy, suffocating despair and absolute, terrifying biological madness that had once heavily clouded his tired face were completely, permanently gone.
Though faint, bruised dark circles still remained under his brown eyes, they now officially held a brilliant, profoundly renewed scientific light. His biological complexion was vastly, miraculously improved, and his entire physical deanor exuded the absolute, profound peace and intense, laser-like focus of a scientist who had successfully, permanently laid down a massive, crushing psychological burden.
I sat comfortably at the primary computer terminal nearby, my cybernetic fingertips flying exactly like lightning across the chanical keyboard.
The massive glowing screen displayed a completely dense, highly complex stream of advanced C code—the absolute core operational software program regarding the neural-interfaced chanical prosthetic limb.
My specific tactical task was to perfectly, precisely, translate the incredibly weak bio-electrical signals biologically emitted by human nerve endings directly into absolute, flawless digital commands instantly recognizable by the chanical limb. Simultaneously, the highly complex algorithm had to flawlessly feed the chanical prosthetic's artificial tactile feedback directly back into the human brain in real-ti, successfully achieving absolute, flawless "human-machine integration."
This was the absolute most difficult, complex part of the entire biochanical project. It was perhaps a massive, terrifying scientific challenge that the entire global bioengineering field had absolutely yet to fully, successfully overco.
But for ... a transmigrator who fully possessed the Siren Faction's apocalyptic core computing power, and who could effortlessly, seamlessly manipulate trillions of massive data streams simultaneously... it was rely an absolute matter of ti.
"Mira! Look directly at this mathematical data," Dr. Connors turned around quickly, excitedly pointing his marker to the complex formulas scrawled on the whiteboard. His voice was completely filled with absolute, unadulterated scientific excitent.
"I completely adjusted the biological protein coating formula for the titanium neural interface. Initial animal testing conclusively, empirically shows that our biocompatibility has massively, miraculously increased by exactly 47.2%! And the terrifying incidence rate regarding biological rejection reactions has successfully, permanently dropped below 0.3%! It completely, flawlessly ets the absolute FDA baseline standards required for human clinical trials!"
I stopped typing on the keyboard. I looked up smoothly at the massive whiteboard, rapidly, algorithmically scanned the complex paraters, and my sea-blue eyes brightened warmly.
I smiled gently and said, "That is absolutely, amazing, Dr. Connors. With this specific biological breakthrough, the massive, historical dical issues regarding neural docking and human rejection reactions are completely, flawlessly solved."
It had been nearly a full month since I and Dr. Connors had first actively discussed the chanical prosthetic plan in the alleyway.
During this highly productive month, Connors had completely, permanently let go of the highly dangerous reptilian limb regeneration research he had obsessively pursued for significantly more than a decade. He dove completely, obsessively headfirst directly into this brand-new, incredibly promising biochanical project.
His absolute decades of massive, accumulated dical research within the highly specialized field of biological neurology were successfully, perfectly utilized to their absolute fullest potential within this project. He brilliantly, flawlessly resolved the core dical challenges, exactly like biological adaptation for neural interfaces and terrifying human tissue rejection reactions.
As for my tactical role... relying entirely on my apocalyptic Siren computer technology that completely, vastly surpassed this terrestrial era by centuries, I had completely, flawlessly broken through the massive digital translation barrier between human neural signals and robotic chanical commands.
Right now... the absolute core translation technology for this advanced chanical prosthetic was 90% complete. It left absolutely only the final, and most tricky, frustrating problem:
The precise tallurgical material selection required to actually build the physical prosthetic arm.
Advanced black chanical prosthetic arm held next to user, showcasing the complex joints and physical requirents for strength and weight in a laboratory setting.
Thinking of this massive logistical bottleneck, I absolutely couldn't help but sigh softly. My cybernetic fingertips tapped heavily on the glowing material stress-test report displayed on the screen. My tone was heavily tinged with absolute, profound scientific helplessness.
"However, Doctor... we are still completely, hopelessly stuck regarding the tallurgy."
The profound, radiant excitent on Dr. Connors' face faded slightly. He walked slowly over to the computer terminal, looked heavily at the red, failing test data displayed on the screen, and frowned deeply.
On the glowing screen were hundreds of highly detailed tallurgical reports regarding absolutely all the terrestrial materials we had aggressively stress-tested during this productive period. Every single one of them was marked with a massive, glaring red "UNQUALIFIED."
The absolute mathematical requirents for the specific material we needed were simply, terrestrially entirely too harsh.
It had to be physically lightweight enough to not cause extra, debilitating kinetic burden on the disabled user's physical body. Yet, it simultaneously had to possess absolute, massive tensile strength and incredible toughness to successfully withstand daily chanical wear, and even high-intensity athletic exercise.
It completely needed to perfectly, seamlessly embed hundreds of microscopic sensors and highly advanced power units entirely without electromagnetically shielding or interfering with the delicate neural signals. And finally, it absolutely had to possess excellent, flawless biocompatibility to avoid triggering deadly human biological rejection reactions.
"Standard dical-grade titanium alloy is entirely too heavy. Long-term daily wear will definitively cause massive, irreversible biological damage to the user's organic shoulder joint," I scrolled rapidly through the glowing screen, accurately counting the tallurgical problems exactly one by one.
"Advanced carbon fiber is incredibly lightweight and legitimately possesses sufficient tensile strength. But its kinetic impact resistance is entirely, too poor, and it absolutely cannot seamlessly embed high-precision sensors. Plus, the biological rejection reaction isn't perfectly up to standard."
I sighed again. "And advanced, aerospace-grade aluminum alloy... it possesses a highly problematic, slight electromagnetic shielding effect, which will drastically, affect the exact accuracy of our neural signal acquisition. We've aggressively stress-tested over a dozen highly advanced composite materials. Either the industrial processing difficulty is astronomically too high, or the terrestrial financial cost is entirely too outrageous to be successfully mass-produced and promoted."
Looking closely at the failing report, Dr. Connors also absolutely couldn't help but sigh heavily and shake his head with profound, deep helplessness.
"This is indeed our absolute, massive scientific weak point, Mira. I have spent my entire biological life heavily focused on evolutionary biology and genetics. And you completely, flawlessly specialize in advanced computer algorithms and complex signal translation. Neither one of us is an expert in heavy tallurgy or materials science."
I leaned back heavily in my ergonomic chair. I tapped my cybernetic fingertips rhythmically on the desk, rapidly, algorithmically weighing the exact tactical options within my mind.
In absolute truth... I actually possessed a completely, flawlessly perfect tallurgical solution.
Utilizing apocalyptic Siren technology and Siren-grade titanium to physically create the chanical prosthetic would be exactly like initiating a dinsional strike against this era's terrestrial science.
But I absolutely couldn't use it.
Putting completely aside the fact that the extraterrestrial origin of these advanced materials would be absolutely, geopolitically impossible to explain to Connors... just physically bringing highly advanced Siren technology directly into a Columbia University laboratory would permanently, violently expose my true identity the exact microsecond it was inevitably captured by S.H.I.E.L.D. monitoring, or intercepted by Tony Stark's omnipotent J.A.R.V.I.S..
I absolutely wasn't tactically ready for a massive, direct geopolitical confrontation with the entirety of S.H.I.E.L.D. or the currently not-yet-ford Avengers Initiative. And I certainly, absolutely didn't want to completely disrupt all of my flawless multiversal plans simply because of a prosthetic arm.
Just at that exact mont, Dr. Connors' tired eyes suddenly, radiantly lit up, exactly as if he had miraculously thought of sothing massive. He slapped his thigh hard with his remaining hand.
"Wait! Mira, I almost completely, foolishly forgot! Exactly next week... Stark Industries is actively holding a massive, highly publicized annual corporate sponsorship event right here at Columbia University! It's co-hosted entirely by the Departnt of Bioengineering and the Departnt of Materials Science!"
Connors' voice rose excitedly. "Tony Stark himself will , physically be there in person, along with the absolute entire core scientific team from the massive Stark Industries Materials Laboratory!"
I was completely stunned for a microsecond. I looked up sharply at Connors.
"Tony Stark? That arrogant Iron Man?"
"Yes! Exactly him!" Connors' tone was completely, absolutely full of profound scientific excitent.
"You must absolutely know, Mira... Stark Industries' materials science division is definitively, the absolute best in the entire world. It is highly, widely rumored within the scientific community that the highly classified gold-titanium alloy utilized directly in his Iron Man Armor perfectly, flawlessly solves absolutely all terrestrial problems regarding weight, tensile strength, kinetic impact resistance, and highly complex electromagnetic compatibility!"
Connors continued rapidly, "And absolutely every single year, the Stark Foundation provides massive financial funding and direct, cutting-edge technical support for excellent, highly promising research projects directly at Columbia University. Our chanical prosthetic project completely, flawlessly ets absolutely all of the corporate application criteria!"
The more he rapidly spoke, the more violently excited he beca. He walked quickly to , his tone completely filled with absolute, profound anticipation.
"As long as we can successfully, professionally present our project proposal directly to Tony Stark at the massive event... even if we only miraculously manage to secure technical support from the Stark Industries Materials Laboratory, or even just acquire a tiny test sample of the proprietary gold-titanium alloy... our massive, debilitating tallurgical material problem will be completely, permanently solved!"
My cybernetic fingertips gently, slowly stroked my smooth chin. I was rapidly, calculatingly weighing the exact geopolitical pros and cons within my core processor.
Directly, physically contacting Tony Stark carried massive, terrifying tactical risks.
This specific billionaire's intelligence and perceptiveness were terrifyingly, high. And with J.A.R.V.I.S., the absolute top artificial intelligence in the world, operating actively at his side, the absolute slightest carelessness could violently lead to being discovered.
Moreover... this arrogant guy was currently, aggressively searching exactly like a geopolitical madman for the "silver-haired 'You-Know-Who'." My completely signature, striking silver hair would absolutely, most likely imdiately catch his intense attention.
But... looking at it algorithmically from another tactical angle... this was also a completely, genuinely excellent geopolitical opportunity.
Successfully obtaining advanced material support directly from Stark Industries through highly legitimate, official corporate channels to perfectly resolve the chanical prosthetic challenge would not only permanently, completely pull Dr. Connors back, keeping him entirely, safely away from the psychopathic Green Goblin plot line... but it would also genuinely, physically create a highly advanced set of chanical prosthetics that could completely, beautifully change the lives of countless thousands of disabled people.
That in itself was a profoundly aningful, highly heroic terrestrial thing to do.
Besides... it was just a highly public, crowded corporate sponsorship event directly on a college campus.
As long as I flawlessly, perfectly restrained my terrifying Siren aura and absolutely didn't accidentally expose any dinsional abnormalities... absolutely no matter how incredibly sharp and observant Tony Stark was, it was , logically impossible for him to definitively connect an ordinary high school intern to the terrifying, mysterious person who could casually conjure a massive naval battleship just by seeing a head of white hair.
Thinking carefully of this, I slowly raised my head. I smiled warmly at Connors, and confidently nodded my head.
"Alright, Doctor. Then we will flawlessly, professionally prepare the project proposal docunts tonight. And we will absolutely go physically see this famous Iron Man in person next week."
Exactly one week later.
The massive, grandiose Columbia University main auditorium was completely, aggressively packed to the absolute brim.
The highly anticipated, annual Stark Industries corporate sponsorship gala was definitively the absolute biggest, most highly publicized event at Columbia University every single year. After all, Tony Stark was not only a world-renowned scientific genius, an arrogant billionaire playboy, and the famous Iron Man... but he was also an official, highly celebrated honorary alumnus of Columbia University's engineering departnt.
Every single ti he officially appeared on campus, the entire massive university fell violently into an absolute, screaming frenzy.
The massive auditorium was incredibly crowded with thousands of screaming students and distinguished professors. Blinding cara flashes went off constantly, exactly like a strobe light. Hundreds of frantic journalists squeezed aggressively into the front row, their massive cara lenses locked entirely onto the center of the brightly lit stage.
Tony Stark wore a highly expensive, perfectly tailored dark gray suit. He was standing casually, arrogantly at the massive wooden podium, still perfectly sporting that signature, highly irreverent playboy look. A single, highly casual, arrogant joke from his lips could instantly, effortlessly set the entire massive room into deafening roars of laughter.
Standing directly beside him, Pepper Potts wore a highly crisp, extrely professional white business suit. She was occasionally, highly frustratedly rubbing her forehead in absolute exhaustion, yet she was keeping an incredibly close, completely vigilant eye on his absolutely every single unpredictable move.
Standing quietly in a completely dark corner of the massive audience... Agent Phil Coulson stood in completely plain, unassuming clothes, flawlessly blending directly into the massive crowd.
He appeared to be simply looking around highly casually, but in absolute tactical reality, he was heavily, aggressively monitoring the entire scene. His sharp eyes scanned the massive crowd from ti to ti, operating on extrely high alert for absolutely any geopolitical dinsional abnormalities.
I and Dr. Connors stood perfectly quietly in the auditorium's quiet side hall. We were tightly holding the heavy, beautifully bound project proposal, patiently waiting for the massive event's official open networking session to begin.
"Don't be nervous, Doctor," I watched Connors, who was nervously, repeatedly adjusting his white lab coat from ti to ti, clearly looking a heavy bit anxious. I completely couldn't help but smile warmly. "Our project proposal is , scientifically comprehensive enough. Even if Tony Stark absolutely isn't personally interested... we will definitely, successfully be able to secure the baseline school project funding from the foundation."
"I am absolutely not nervous, Mira... just a bit incredibly excited," Connors smiled deeply. He looked down affectionately at the heavy proposal in his single hand, his tired eyes completely filled with profound, genuine emotion.
"In absolutely all my biological life, I never thought I would ever permanently set aside reptilian regenerative research to heavily work on chanical prosthetics. And I absolutely never expected that this specific, beautiful project would actually have a genuine chance to receive massive corporate support from Stark Industries."
Connors looked at . "Mira... honestly, thank you. If it absolutely weren't for you stopping in that alleyway... I might still be completely, hopelessly stuck in that terrifying dead end, not knowing exactly what horrible things I might have eventually done."
I smiled warmly and didn't say much.
My core processor knew perfectly well that Connors being able to completely, permanently let go of his psychopathic biological obsession and successfully reach this incredible point today was mostly his own, incredibly brave choice. I had simply, flawlessly pointed him toward a brand-new, beautiful path when he was at his absolute, most terrifyingly desperate mont.
Very soon, the highly loud, arrogant speaking session on the main stage officially ended. The massive event officially entered the highly anticipated free exchange and networking ti.
Tony Stark was instantly, aggressively surrounded by a massive, screaming group of distinguished professors and desperate students. He was casually, arrogantly dealing with frantic questions and polite pleasantries from absolutely all sides. anwhile, Pepper Potts was aggressively operating by his side, flawlessly helping him handle various massive dia outlets and corporate partners, making the entire scene incredibly, deafeningly lively.
Dr. Connors took a very deep, highly stabilizing breath. He firmly nodded at , and the two of us walked completely together directly toward Tony Stark, who was currently operating in the absolute center of the massive crowd.
"Mr. Stark, hello," Connors spoke first, politely extending his single hand directly to Tony. "I am Dr. Curtis Connors from the Departnt of Biodical Engineering here at Columbia University. It is an absolute, profound honor to officially et you here today."
Tony smoothly turned around. He politely shook hands with Connors, wearing his signature, highly charismatic corporate smile. His dark, highly observant gaze quickly, flawlessly swept over Connors's empty left sleeve, a massive flash of profound understanding appearing instantly in his eyes.
"Dr. Connors. I absolutely know you. I have thoroughly read a few of your highly complex scientific papers regarding the specific field of biological neurology. They are completely, profoundly insightful."
But just at that exact microsecond... Tony Stark's sharp gaze completely crossed over Connors... and landed absolutely, heavily onto standing directly behind him.
In that absolute, terrifying instant... the highly charismatic smile on Tony's face paused violently, very slightly. He subconsciously, physically loosened his grip on Connors's hand.
The young girl standing perfectly quietly behind Dr. Connors was simply wearing a highly inexpensive, completely ordinary white button-down shirt and simple blue jeans.
A massive, striking head of razor-straight silver-white hair hung heavily behind her, with a highly faint, incredibly beautiful hint of blue highlights at the very tips, clearly visible under the bright auditorium lights. A pair of completely striking, glowing sea-blue eyes were perfectly clear and entirely calm, looking directly at him with absolute, flawless indifference, completely without the absolute slightest microscopic bit of teenage awkwardness or starstruck panic.
Silver hair.
Blue eyes.
These two massive, incredibly terrifying keywords were exactly like two violent, apocalyptic bolts of thermodynamic lightning, instantly, violently striking directly into Tony Stark's genius mind.
The terrifying, highly advanced "You-Know-Who" he had been aggressively, obsessively researching exactly like a massive madman for the past entire half month... that terrifying, jellyfish-like Siren commander who miraculously brought a massive mini naval fleet and flawlessly saved his life from Obadiah... possessed absolute silver hair and sea-blue tones!
Tony's biological heartbeat violently, skipped a massive beat. The arrogant playfulness on his handso face faded a significant bit, and he discreetly, highly aggressively sized up.
She looked to be absolutely only eighteen or nineteen years old. Highly likely a simple, ordinary high school intern currently operating at Columbia University. Her biological figure was highly slender, and she wore a completely faint, perfectly ordinary smile on her porcelain face.
She looked absolutely, exactly like an incredibly ordinary, highly pretty female student. Completely, entirely different from the terrifying, apocalyptic "You-Know-Who" who could casually, miraculously conjure massive interstellar warships and aggressively control the heavy Siren fleet.
But that absolute signature silver hair... and those striking, glowing sea-blue eyes... were just entirely too terrifyingly similar.
"And exactly who is this?" Tony asked.
His sharp, dark gaze was completely, absolutely locked directly onto my face. His tone carried a heavy, terrifying hint of highly imperceptible, aggressive tactical probing.
"This is Mira Vale. She is my absolute brilliant project collaborator, and also currently a student at Midtown High School. She possesses amazing, completely unparalleled genius talent within the specific fields of computer algorithms and neural signal translation," Connors introduced with a bright, proud smile, his tone completely full of absolute, profound appreciation.
"We actively ca to find you this afternoon because we genuinely, deeply wanted to officially introduce you to the massive project we are currently working on—fully adaptive, neural-interfaced robotic chanical prosthetics."
As Connors spoke, he excitedly, proudly handed over the heavy, beautifully bound project proposal located in his hand.
Tony slowly took the heavy proposal, but his genius mind completely, didn't open it imdiately.
His intense, dark gaze remained completely, absolutely locked entirely onto . He reached out his right hand directly toward , a signature, highly inquisitive, calculating smile violently curling the corners of his mouth.
"Miss Mira Vale. Incredibly nice to officially et you. I am Tony Stark."
"Mr. Stark. Hello," I extended my hand. I shook his hand completely lightly, and imdiately, flawlessly withdrew it.
My tone was completely, perfectly calm and absolutely neither humble nor arrogant. There was absolutely zero teenage excitent at eting a massive, world-renowned celebrity, nor any terrifying microscopic panic at being heavily scrutinized by his calculating gaze.
The absolute exact microsecond our physical fingertips touched... Tony Stark subconsciously, aggressively noted my baseline biological temperature, my cardiovascular pulse, and absolutely any microscopic abnormal physiological reactions.
But there was absolutely nothing.
My synthetic hands were perfectly, biologically warm. Exactly the baseline body temperature of a completely ordinary human young girl. There were slight, highly ordinary calluses located on my fingertips entirely from years of heavy computer typing.
Absolutely nothing could possibly be more biologically normal.
But the massive, terrifying tactical suspicion violently growing within Tony's heart absolutely did not dissipate. Instead, it grew massively, significantly heavier.
A completely ordinary, sixteen or seventeen-year-old high school student... successfully collaborating with a renowned Columbia University doctor on an incredibly complex neural-interfaced chanical prosthetics project?
And being able to remain so incredibly calm and completely composed directly in front of him, the famous Iron Man, absolutely without even a microscopic ripple of biological emotion?
This was completely, simply not normal.
"Dr. Connors just stated that you are entirely, responsible for the complex algorithm and signal translation part of this specific project?" Tony finally opened the heavy project proposal. His dark gaze swept rapidly, aggressively over the core algorithm design contained inside.
The more his genius mind rapidly read the code, the tighter his dark brows violently knitted. And the absolute, profound scientific astonishnt burning in his eyes grew massively stronger.
This specific algorithm possessed an extrely rigorous, completely flawless mathematical logical closed loop. And the absolute precision of the neural signal translation was completely, absurdly high.
Many of the highly advanced, completely out-of-the-box programming ideas located within the pages were specific concepts that even he and J.A.R.V.I.S., the most advanced AI on the planet, hadn't fully thought of.
Let alone a simple high school student... even the absolute top, genius-level computer science PhDs currently operating at MIT or Stanford absolutely might not be able to write such perfectly flawless, advanced code.
"Yes," I nodded perfectly calmly. I added in a completely flat tone, "The highly complex translation logic located between the organic neural signals and the robotic chanical commands, as well as the advanced, real-ti haptic feedback system, were completely, entirely completed by ."
I continued, "Currently, within highly advanced animal experints... the signal translation latency has been successfully, controlled to entirely within 15 milliseconds. It fully, completely reaches the absolute reaction speed of a normal, biological human organic limb."
Tony looked up abruptly. His dark eyes were completely, absolutely filled with massive, profound scientific shock as he stared directly at .
Latency entirely within exactly 15 milliseconds?!
Exactly what kind of terrifying scientific concept was this?
Currently, the absolute world's most advanced, heavily funded chanical prosthetics possessed a terrible signal latency of at least 100 milliseconds or completely more, making it impossible to successfully achieve fine, delicate motor control.
This simple young girl had actually, miraculously compressed the signal latency directly down to within exactly 15 milliseconds?!
He finally, profoundly understood exactly why Dr. Connors completely, massively appreciated a high school student so much.
This absolutely wasn't just having minor scientific talent. This was a massive, completely terrifying genius. An absolute monster-level intellect currently operating completely on par with himself.
At the exact sa, terrifying ti... the massive geopolitical suspicion growing violently within his heart completely reached its absolute tactical peak.
This terrifying level of advanced computer technology that was completely sowhat ahead of its ti... this incredibly extraordinary, terrifying calmness and total composure... and that striking, beautiful silver hair exactly identical to the terrifying "You-Know-Who"...
This girl nad Mira Vale was completely, definitely, not simple.
"This specific biochanical project is incredibly, profoundly interesting," Tony closed the heavy proposal. He looked intensely at Connors and , a highly charismatic smile violently curling his lips, though his dark eyes still completely held massive, terrifying tactical inquiry.
"Advanced neural-interfaced chanical prosthetics can completely, not only solve the terrible, daily plight of millions of people suffering with limb disabilities... but the massive neural signal translation technology contained perfectly within it can even be highly successfully applied directly to other, massive scientific fields."
He paused, completely locking his gaze on the two of us.
"Stark Industries will officially, massively invest completely in this project. I will imdiately, personally have the absolute top team from the Stark Materials Laboratory completely coordinate with you. The highly classified gold-titanium alloy samples, massive composite material testing, and high-level industrial processing technical support you require will absolutely all be provided entirely by Stark Industries."
He smirked. "As for the financial funding... Pepper will completely coordinate with you to effortlessly et absolutely all of the massive project's financial needs."
Connors was completely, absolutely stunned for a microsecond. Then, a massive, world-altering surprise violently erupted completely across his tired face. His voice was trembling violently.
"Really? Mr. Stark... thank you! Thank you completely so much! Thank you for your absolute, massive corporate support!"
I also nodded very slightly directly at Tony, and smiled completely politely. "Thank you, Mr. Stark."
"Don't thank ," Tony's sharp gaze landed heavily, intensely onto . He smiled highly pointedly. "It is my absolute, profound honor to be able to collaborate with such a terrifyingly talented young lady."
Just at that exact mont, Pepper Potts walked quickly over and whispered a few urgent words directly to Tony, aggressively reminding him that he had a massive, highly important corporate eting with the university principal next.
Tony nodded smoothly. He tilted his handso chin directly at Connors and .
"I will officially keep the proposal. My elite team will absolutely contact you both tomorrow morning. I genuinely look forward to our highly interesting collaboration, Miss Mira Vale."
After casually saying this, he turned perfectly smoothly and heavily followed Pepper directly toward the VIP backstage area of the massive auditorium.
The highly charismatic smile on his face completely, instantly vanished the second he turned around.
He heavily lowered his voice and spoke highly aggressively directly to J.A.R.V.I.S. operating perfectly in his earpiece.
"J.A.R.V.I.S. Imdiately, aggressively investigate this girl nad Mira Vale. Currently a student operating at Midtown High School. Flawlessly acquire absolutely all of her highly classified digital information, exactly from the date of her birth completely to right now. Do absolutely not miss a single, microscopic terrestrial detail."
His voice dropped into an absolute, dangerous whisper. "Also... imdiately, violently pull absolutely all of her internet data footprints and highly encrypted communication records. I absolutely want to know her entire, complete background."
"Understood, Sir. Flawlessly retrieving relevant digital data," J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice sounded completely imdiately. "Sir. Do you algorithmically suspect she is the terrifying 'You-Know-Who' entity we have been aggressively looking for?"
Tony looked back slowly over his shoulder directly at the side hall.
He watched Mira Vale, currently smiling warmly and talking happily to the incredibly excited Connors. That extrely long, striking silver-white hair was completely, particularly conspicuous standing in the massive crowd.
He narrowed his dark eyes, his tone completely, absolutely firm.
"I don't know for absolute sure if she is. But I am completely, 100% geopolitically certain that this terrifying girl absolutely possesses a massive secret."
A sixteen or seventeen-year-old ordinary high school student capable of flawlessly writing this terrifying level of advanced algorithmic code. Being completely, utterly calm directly in front of him. And possessing that beautiful, striking silver hair exactly identical to the apocalyptic "You-Know-Who".
Absolutely all of this was definitely, not a geopolitical coincidence.
anwhile, standing completely quietly in the auditorium side hall.
I watched Tony Stark's slowly retreating figure. The warm, polite smile on my soft lips faded completely, very slightly. I sighed softly, profoundly directly in my core processor.
As expected.
I was completely, absolutely still geopolitically targeted by this incredibly arrogant, perceptive guy.
But it absolutely didn't matter. I had completely, flawlessly been prepared for this exact mont for a very long ti.
Exactly what J.A.R.V.I.S. would be able to successfully find in his massive cybernetic search... would absolutely only be the flawlessly fabricated digital identity of a completely perfect, completely ordinary high school student. There would absolutely not be a single, microscopic digital anomaly for S.H.I.E.L.D. or Stark to catch.
[Mira Vale. Absolute tactical alert: It has been algorithmically detected that the AI J.A.R.V.I.S. is currently, aggressively retrieving your classified terrestrial identity information and massive internet footprints...], the Builder's completely flat, monotonous synthetic voice sounded perfectly in my consciousness.
[Hmm. I know,] I responded completely calmly directly in my consciousness.
I then turned my head perfectly smoothly and smiled radiantly directly at the incredibly, wildly excited Dr. Connors.
"Alright, Doctor. The massive, debilitating tallurgical material problem is finally, completely solved. Our chanical prosthetic project can finally, enter the absolute final testing phase."
The bright New York sunlight stread beautifully in completely through the high auditorium windows, falling perfectly onto the two of us. The massive, world-changing chanical prosthetic design drawn on the whiteboard was finally, miraculously about to completely turn from a simple blueprint directly into massive, beautiful terrestrial reality.
And Tony Stark's massive, terrifying geopolitical suspicion... exactly like a highly dangerous, organic seed... was completely, quietly permanently planted at this exact, profound mont.
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