The mystic mage was extremely vigilant about this artificial intelligence. After he separated from Anna, he immediately returned to his home and Kama Taj, shut down all the networks there, and shut down all devices with cameras. After doing this
After that, he approached Agent Romanoff. This was not only to protect privacy, but also to prevent the artificial intelligence from obtaining secret information through the camera or phone calls.
Artificial intelligence combined with magic is really too bad. He must try his best to prevent the leakage of magic information.
Jarvis took over Salomon's cell phone, and Stark motioned the mystic to go to a more secluded corner with him to talk again. Fortunately, the protagonist of the charity party this time was not Stark, and the group of reporters were now
Surrounding the organizer, this gave Stark a chance to escape. Stark pulled the mystic and quickly walked towards the fire escape - I am afraid no one knows better than Stark about where to hide in this building. Because from now on
He didn't know how many times he had attended events here in the past, and this hall was as familiar to him as home.
"Sir." Jarvis asked in a calm tone. His voice was amplified in the unmanned fire escape, causing a small resonance. "Do you need me to block this call?"
"Of course not, Jarvis. Try to track this call." Stark pulled out a data cable from his phone and connected it to Salomon's phone. He didn't explain too much, but he was minding his own business.
He started working on it and worked with Jarvis. To be honest, he was a little interested in the artificial intelligence described by Salomon, and he was also a little curious about the creator of this artificial intelligence - according to Salomon, this
The creator of the system relies on the numbers given by artificial intelligence to prevent crimes from happening. This is simply a classic routine of ancient superheroes. Batman and Green Arrow both do this. More importantly, Stark's curiosity is about to overtake him.
It was an explosion. An ordinary person actually completed such a great work independently. His curiosity drove him to want to understand this system and he wanted to see the code of this system.
He tried to reverse hack into the system through this phone call. With the help of Jarvis, he had just touched the firewall through the operator's network node, but before he started trying to crack it, the artificial intelligence seemed to have discovered it.
The fact that someone was trying to invade. Suddenly, Jarvis's voice became intermittent, and the mystic's cell phone began to heat up. Then, a small cluster of flames and smoke accompanied by the smell of burning electronic components came from Salomon.
popped up on my mobile phone.
"That artificial intelligence broke the security protocol and overloaded the capacitor, and he wanted to overload mine too." Stark put down the phone and shrugged, with no apology on his raised mustache, "But Jarvis stopped it...
...I have to say, you are not exaggerating. It is indeed an artificial intelligence. The bandwidth here limits Jarvis's ability, otherwise we will see an A.I. war. Okay, relax, I will give it to you later.
Buy a mobile phone, I am more and more interested in this system now, when will you take me to meet the creator?"
Salomon rolled his eyes. The burned mobile phone in his hand was quickly condensing with a layer of white frost. He used magic to put out the fire on his mobile phone. Stark did prevent his information from being leaked, but his collection also disappeared.
, he doesn’t have the habit of installing memory cards in his mobile phone. Those things are priceless treasures, such as photos at campus idol concerts, photos of handshakes...
"You'd better repair the data in this phone, Stark, otherwise I won't forgive you." Salomon took out the SIM card and threw the phone to Stark.
"Relax, relax, is there anything I can't do?"
"So...the machine chose to contact you, Mr. Damonette." There were two old books on Harold Finch's desk. These two books were very thick, and they were not knowledge points that Salomon had touched upon.
So just looking at the cover gave the Mystic Mage a headache.
""Mathematical Principles of Communication", a work by Claude Elwood Shannon, the father of information theory, I wonder if you are interested?"
"No, thank you." Salomon shook his head and picked up the cold black tea on the table. He chose to meet Harold in this cafe, but before that he disguised himself, except for the
Ring, now he looks no different from an ordinary American young man. "I would like to make an appointment with you, Mr. Finch." He looked around, but his eyes avoided the cafe's camera. Here is the surveillance
A blind spot, a place he deliberately chose. Salomon said, "Your machine makes me extremely insecure. I have a lot of important information that cannot be leaked, but I can't sign a contract with artificial intelligence - it's not what you think."
That kind of thing, I'm worried that artificial intelligence will have bad consequences after being exposed to magic, so I need you-"
"Build a firewall?"
"Yes, with Tony Stark." The heat began to rise again from the black tea in Salomon's hand. The Mystic Mage took a sip and then put down the cup. "I'm sorry, I did this without your prior consent."
Tell others about the machine, but I promise that I have not leaked your personal information."
"There is no need to apologize, Mr. Damonette." Mr. Finch also took a sip of green tea. "Everyone has the fear of having their privacy snooped into, but your situation is special. I won't ask you why you know Tony.
Now that Stark is a billionaire, I think I might get a somewhat surprising answer."
"Thank you very much for your understanding." Salomon breathed a sigh of relief, "The magic organization I belong to also has a network. Although it has been protected by protective spells, I cannot reopen it at the risk of the magic data being captured by the camera.
Network, after all, protective spells cannot stop the flow of information, and my technological magic can't do anything about it - but disconnecting the network will cause a lot of inconvenience in life. I first found Tony Stark, but the result was not ideal, so
My teacher thinks that I should come to you to solve this problem. Don't worry, Mr. Finch, we are different from the US government. As long as you are willing to keep it secret, I can even do you a favor personally."
"anything?"
"Within my personal capabilities. How about a Halfling Midsummer Fireworks, for example?"
"Although I like "The Hobbit" very much, I think it's better not to waste magic on this kind of thing. And don't kill people, Mr. Damonette. In fact, I am very grateful that you did not do anything in the nuclear facility."
"This is nothing. There is one more thing, Mr. Stark also wants to talk to you about your machine. He seems to be very interested in the technology in your works..."
"No, no, no, Mr. Damonette." Mr. Finch shrank back to the sofa like a shy little animal. He raised his cup and blocked the view of the mystic. "I am not suitable to use this identity and...
Contact with others. In addition, everyone who is close to Tony Stark will be investigated by SHIELD. The identity I am using now is not perfect, and I cannot risk exposing my identity."
"I will prepare a private enough place, and you don't have to worry about SHIELD's investigation. All trips will be through the portal. Remember the portal?"
"Of course I remember that it was because of the portal that the machine gave you your number. Because you appeared in different places at the same time, the machine thought your identity had been stolen. Then it was confirmed that your identity had not been stolen, and the machine's logical judgment came into play.
If something went wrong, that's probably why it's contacting you, it wants to correct the error..."
"No matter what the intentions of your machine are, I think it's better to solve this problem as soon as possible, Mr. Finch." The mystic mage sighed, "You don't understand our lives, but my senior brothers and sisters are almost crying. I
My teacher can no longer shop online. The sooner this problem is solved, the sooner I will be relieved."