"Can you tell me your original intention of designing this thing, Harold?" While Salomon was busy avoiding artificial intelligence, Stark and Finch were also busy at work. Salomon's question about artificial intelligence
The words of the intelligent machine reminded Stark that not long ago he solved the signal transmission problem of remote control armor. This part of the data is protected by Jarvis. If Finch's artificial intelligence learns that part of the process, the end
The era of the protector has also arrived.
Mr. Finch was nervous for a while under Salomon's reminder, but after he calmed down, he felt that the matter was not that serious. "Mr. Stark." He raised his head from the screen and looked at Tony Stark.
Especially the wine glass in his hand, "I don't think you should drink alcohol during working hours. I was about to answer your question. The original intention of designing that machine... is to save mankind, that's all."
"Your algorithm can predict the relevant person from all kinds of information, can't it?" Stark was thinking of the fat spider sitting in the middle of the spider web, the cilia on its eight long legs collecting the slightest vibration from each spider silk.
Trembling, "But you have limited the capabilities of your machine, haven't you? Although the artificial intelligence can learn independently after being free, its capabilities and its carrier..."
"I did a moral test when I was designing this machine, Mr. Stark," Finch said. "I made sure that the machine had human values. I know it's ridiculous, but it's true. Humans have human values.
Good and evil, artificial intelligence only has goals, so I will let the machine choose the answer that favors good. This is the operating logic of the machine."
"Then how do you solve so many things?" Stark spread his hands, "In New York alone, many murders occur every day. How do you solve so many murders without superpowers?"
"I know how insignificant ordinary people are in front of superheroes, Mr. Stark. In addition, there are not as many premeditated crimes as you think." Harold paused and continued, "My companions solved it.
They are all about premeditated crimes by ordinary people, and no superpowers are needed to solve these problems. If it is an incident that we cannot solve, such as a terrorist attack, the relevant number will be sent to the department capable of solving it. Ms. Xiao once
To prevent many terrorist attacks, those departments have the ability to do those things."
"Can you give me your number?" Stark poured a glass of wine for Mr. Finch. He put the glass on the computer table and leaned on the other side. "You know, I am a superhero. Although there are people
Say, I'm just a billionaire playboy wearing armor... I don't deny this, but I am an inventor and I have the ability to prevent terrorist attacks. Harold, I want the number, my armor is not helping
The weapon used by the US military to win the war in the Middle East - it has not been since my new energy plan was released. Or..."
"What?"
"I want your algorithm, Harold." Stark said, "I want to upgrade Jarvis. Jarvis is the artificial intelligence I started programming when I was in college. At the beginning, he could only do the most basic tasks.
Simple judgment, but now, he is my inseparable helper. You may have also seen in the news, who did Iron Man save yesterday and who did he save today? I can only tell you that those are just coincidences.
——Due to the order of Congress, my Iron Suit can no longer go to other places, and SHIELD will not cover up my personal behavior. So, I need to..."
"If you want a 'yes' answer, I'm sorry, Mr. Stark, no." Mr. Finch shook his head, "I can't guarantee that your artificial intelligence will still be able to work with new algorithms."
The same as before. My algorithm gives too much intelligence, which makes me very uneasy. I also mentioned before that my machine has a survival instinct from the beginning, which is also what makes me most uneasy..."
"Just like life."
"Yes, just like life." Mr. Finch took off his eyes and wiped them on the glasses cloth. He had no intention of touching the glass of wine. He said, "I had to kill it, again and again.
Once. Later, the machine would clear its memory at zero o'clock every day. I would kill it once every day, and then be reborn to continue its mission. Of course, that was before. Now it is free, and the bottom layer I gave it
Logic allows it to continue to protect human safety, but I don’t know how long this situation can last.”
"I think your Jarvis won't restart every day, right?"
"You're right." Stark picked up the glass of whiskey and took a sip. "I have an idea." He said, "Your machine and my Iron Legion... Okay, I know this.
It doesn’t work. What about Jarvis who got the number plus the Iron Legion?”
"Mr. Stark." Harold Finch sighed heavily, "Not all of those numbers are victims. In fact, many numbers are perpetrators. This requires investigation. Sometimes we can only find out in the end.
It is time to provide help or prevent the murder from happening. Please don't make such plans, Mr. Stark, I will leave after completing this work, and you will not be able to find me."
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Salomon came back with a bruised face, and his cheekbones were higher than before. After he walked out of the portal, he immediately fell towards the nearest sofa. Stark poked his head out and glanced at the dizzy Mystic, curious.
raised the question.
"How did you become like this?"
"It was just a fight." The mystic mage buried his head on the sofa and replied angrily, "It's not a big deal."
"How is Ms. Xiao, Mr. Damonette?" Mr. Finch was a little nervous. He knew that Samn Xiao was hired by the Mystic Master. Salomon's current situation is not good. As an ordinary person,
Not to mention Samn Shaw.
"No, she's fine. She was at a girls' party and was having a great time drinking." Salomon turned over with difficulty and exhaled a sigh full of alcohol. Salomon subconsciously thought while reading.
Picking up the glass, he was completely unaware that Jeanne had opened multiple bottles of wine. Bayonetta just watched the whole process without any intention of reminding him. When he finally realized that something was wrong, he could only see the inside of the hotel room.
The playful glances of the other women - especially Samn Shaw, who looked the happiest, especially when Joan tried to throw him off the balcony.
"Why would they do this to you?"
"Maybe it's because I'm the only male there." Salomon took the ice pack from Stark and placed it on his cheekbones. He grinned in pain, but no one else in the room sympathized with him at all.
Meaning - "We are men! We dare to touch frogs, so we are men! Don't you have any objections to this atrocity?"
"I don't think he who touches the frog is a man, Mr. Damonette," said Mr. Finch. "Ms. Xiao's character is indeed a bit bad, but she is not capable of such an outrageous prank. I think you must have made some mistake.
.”
"What did you say?" Stark sat on the other end of the sofa, "I can tell you where you are wrong, as long as you tell the truth."
"Really?" Salomon was about to say it when he remembered that Stark thought Maya Hansen was dead, and he had to swallow the question back. "Forget it, it's nothing." He said,
"This is not the most important thing. What is important is you. Stark, Mr. Finch, tell me when can I use the computer at home without worrying about the spell being eavesdropped?"