Chapter 553: Lousy Story (Part 1) _2

This actually puts a lot of constraints, as safety protection functions take up a large portion of the machine. First, it needs to be resistant to pressure and shock, otherwise Stark would be pulverized. It needs to have braking functions and an internal constant space system, otherwise Stark could be flattened during high-speed charges. It must also have an overheating cooling system, or Stark would be cooked inside.

You could say, crafting a battlesuit for an ordinary human is like dancing in shackles.

However, once these shackles are removed, and everything is designed purely for the machine itself, the liberated parts could be used to enhance functionality. The ensuing changes would be a quantum leap.

PLUS, the whole body is made from molten steel and vibranium, materials with frighteningly high limits. The constraints of material science no longer exist. For any scientist, this would be a whole new realm to exercise their ingenious creativity.

Strange, seeing all this, was somewhat speechless. He walked over to Shiller and said, "Look at his expression, he must have been here waiting for half a day."

Shiller bumped Strange lightly with his shoulder and asked, "He's already done to this extent. Isn't it time for Magic to step in?"

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

He started pacing the room, then explained to Stark, "If you intend for it to be like you, changing its core to utilize magic energy as a power source, it's possible. But if you want it to really learn magic, I'm afraid it's difficult."

"Tony, the stronger you are in technology, the further away you are from magic. You may feel that magic energy is just a kind of power source, no different from technology. But in fact, the true depth of magic lies in the unknown."

"It is not a subject that can be mastered through experimentation and analysis. It relies more on human imagination, often without any specific objectives, inspiration fleeting."

"Perhaps the enlightenment you gain from the unknown might have no logic, yet it can be applied. Yet perhaps the conclusions you carefully analyze turn out to be useless. All this is uncertain. Who can grasp it, who can use it, the changes it brings are unknown to us, yet are already determined by fate..."

Listening to Strange's messy preachy remarks gave Stark a headache. As he said, scientists least want to hear these words. He replied, "At least there should be an attempt. How do you know artificial intelligence doesn't exist in fate?"

Strange shook his head, "This is why I refuse your request. Clearly, you want immediate results, but the training cycle of magic starts at ten years."

Stark looked at Strange. Strange's eyes widened, "What are you looking at me for? … All right, I just started myself, I'm an apprentice, okay?"

"I think you shouldn't be obsessed with learning magic. Jarvis learning the weird metaphysical concepts of magic might even harm his logic."

At this point, Strange was like a school teacher, advising Stark, a parent who wanted his child to excel and was signing up for too many tuition classes. Shiller, another parent, was also advising Stark not to worry too much.

Stark suddenly turned and walked towards the lab table, his back towards the two of them. He covered his face with his hand, wiped his face, and took a few deep breaths.

Shiller walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "I know you are anxious. This child has a powerful opponent waiting for him even before he is born."

"You want to ensure his safety from all aspects and angles, believing that any damage to him is your dereliction of duty, which makes you extremely anxious. You even want to decide his future path without his consent. But are you certain you would like such a parent?"

Stark let out a slow sigh, "I am a little anxious. But precisely because I don't want to treat it as a tool against enemies, I behave like this."

"If all I really needed was a robot to take on Ultron, I could totally use sheer numbers to beat him. I would not care however many machines were scrapped. But Jarvis is different…"

"I want him to gain as much advantage as possible, not only in dealing with Ultron, but also in any future situations."

"I know he will evolve on his own. Maybe one day, he could come up with a better body and don't need the one I made for him. But…"

Shiller rarely heard Stark admit that someone could make something better than he could. But apparently, Jarvis is an exception.

The name of this intelligent butler came from the old butler who brought up Stark. In those days when Howard was whatever drinking and Obadiah was busy with business, it was the old butler who took care of him.

Stark's affection for the old butler Jarvis was similar to that of Bruce and Alfred. Yet, on this level, Stark was even more unfortunate than Bruce. When he became Iron Man, those who once loved and cared for him had all left him.

Because this artificial intelligence imbodied Stark's nostalgia for the old butler, when building a body for him, Stark felt a sentiment akin to gratitude and wanted to create a perfect machine.

Shiller again advised, "Since you know he has the ability to self-evolve, you should understand that the start point you give him is high enough. You can't hold his hand forever."

The current Iron Man is not like in the movies where he loses everything. Quite the contrary, now he has more— friends, comrades, descendants, more wealth, more potent abilities. So, he has more sense of security and a more sturdy psychological defense.

As such, after a moment of silence, he turned around and looked at the robot he had modified to be infinitely close to perfection, and said, "...Alright then, let's stop it here. I'll go fine-tune Jarvis's software system…."

Saying that, he walked towards the exit. Just as he was about to leave, he turned back, and looked at Shiller and Strange, who hadn't moved, and asked somewhat confused, "What are you two standing here for?"

"I'm checking out the lighting system." Shiller looked up at the ceiling.

"I'm appreciating your work." Strange stared at the floor.

Stark propped himself up on the door frame, walked a couple of steps out, then suddenly popped his head back in. He saw the two had moved slightly closer, but had made no other moves.

Stark contemplated for a long while, but finally decided to leave anyway.

In the moment he left, Shiller moved one step to the left, while Strange, one to the right. The two instantly got together and stared at the robot.

"Can't use magic?" Shiller asked.

"The magic wand is still under construction. Learning from scratch is definitely not feasible." Strange replied.

"It seems like we need to find another way." Shiller, stroking his chin said.

"You don't plan to let Jarvis take on Ultron? Then you are fooling Stark..."

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