Chapter 1062: Astonishing the World (39)_1

"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 experimental table breathing in deeply, "Prepare the life-support device, activate the dedicated power supply, and make sure to get it right the first time!"

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 mecha from the waist down. The mecha 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 same time, 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 moment, Jarvis brought a piece of clothing to cover Stark.

As Stark lay on the experimental table, looking at the ceiling, he asked, "Jarvis, do you remember the questions Shiller asked you when you first met him?"

While adjusting the equipment on his arm, Jarvis responded, "I remember, sir. He asked me if I would regret it if one day you were about to die and asked me not to save you, and if I truly followed your order, would I regret it after your death?"

As Jarvis' eyes, hidden beneath his mechanical skeleton, flickered, it seemed 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 mechanical tone, "For the same question, I will always arrive at the same 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 time."

"All cause-and-effect relationships in this world are merely data to us. We faithfully accept the data users provide and calculate the result according to the logic programmed 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 judgments on data. Command is just command. Data is just data."

"But when you told me you were developing an electric shock device and hoped it could successfully kill you, this command was not immediately written into my task bank."

"In the next three hours, I tried many times without success."

"I thought some of my programs had failed, so I performed 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 came 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 adjustments 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 numerous security robots to stop Mr. Steve from arriving."

"It also includes manufacturing shock equipment components according to your requirements 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 me 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 me the switch."

Standing on the other side of the experimental table, Jarvis held the switch in his hands. Under the cold strip of light in the lab, his metallic 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.