Schiller, who had just gotten up, felt deeply tired. He had put in so much effort, but still didn't get compensation, which made him feel very bad.
When Schiller is unhappy, he will try to make others unhappy. As long as others are unhappy, he feels much better.
Since the universe was reset, the contract he negotiated with Death was no longer there, but not long ago, he happened to get a new mobile phone, which was an obelisk, so Schiller decided to make a few more calls to Death.
Take a good look back at their previous pleasant cooperation experiences.
But as soon as he picked up the obelisk he had obtained earlier, Schiller discovered that the power of death on it had disappeared. No matter how Schiller activated it, the phone no longer responded at all.
Schiller sat by the bed, placed the obelisk on his bedside table, and then stared at it and thought.
The Red Skull once said that the obelisk has the power to explain death itself, and Schiller found out that it was true after he got it.
According to the plot of the American TV series SHIELD and the fact that Coulson can be resurrected using the GH potion made by the Kree, the obelisk is likely to be similar to the previous scales of the Egyptian pantheon and was used by the Kree.
A tool to communicate with death.
In this case, it should be like a scale and can be used as a phone to contact death. Schiller had not used the obelisk to call death before, so he had not confirmed whether the phone could be used, but at that time, the obelisk did
It smells of death, there is no doubt about it.
But now, this aura has completely disappeared. Schiller does not know what Eternity has done, nor does he know that the illegal operation of death has been warned, causing all the props used for resurrection to lose their original efficacy.
He also thought that Death knew that he had got a new mobile phone and was worried that he would harass him again, so he smashed the phone again.
After all, Death had a criminal record before, and the scene of the scale being smashed was still vivid in Schiller's mind, but this time, Death was given an advance notice. Before Schiller could successfully make the harassing call, he handed over his cell phone.
Smashed.
This inference is quite logical. After all, if the five gods were so easy to deal with, they would have overturned over the years.
Since there is no way to make death unhappy, it is natural to change the target. When Schiller was thinking about who to trouble, Stark suddenly called. Schiller picked up the phone and said:
"What? Miss Pepper?...What's wrong with Tony? Okay, I'll go over now."
After saying that, he changed his clothes and when he walked to the door of Arkham Sanitarium, Jarvis had already driven his car to pick him up.
"How does it feel to drive for the first time?" Schiller turned his head and looked at the robot sitting next to him. Jarvis, who was attached to the body of the machine, shook his head and said, "Sir, this is not my first time to drive.
.”
"Of course you are, and you're still driving without a license."
"No, I have a driver's license." After Jarvis finished speaking, he took out a driver's license from his pocket. Schiller took it and looked at it. He raised his eyebrows and found that the one he took was not Star's.
Gram's driver's license, the name on the driver's license is really Jarvis.
"Did SHIELD give it to you?" Schiller asked, looking at the driver's license.
"No, I passed the exam myself."
Schiller opened his mouth, then turned to look at Jarvis. Jarvis used a more everyday body, but even if he wore the same clothes as a human, you could tell at a glance that he was a robot, so
Schiller asked:
"How is your driving school instructor's mental state? Do you want to introduce him to Arkham Sanatorium for treatment for a while?"
"This is a new law introduced by the federation. All mechanical lifeforms traveling through the solar system must obtain a driver's license. The process is similar to that of a human driver's license, but more stringent than that." Jarvis' tone is always gentle, although it lacks
A little sense of humor, but no different from an ordinary human being.
"Why is this?" Schiller said with some confusion: "I know that Stark has built a lot of working robots to participate in the solar system construction plan, but why do robots need to take driver's licenses?"
"This starts with the big traffic jam in the solar system three days ago..." Jarvis said while turning the steering wheel:
"The person in charge of every project hopes that their exploration robots and transport robots can reach their destinations as quickly as possible, so they set the shortest routes to and from various planets for them, and then...
The scene was quite tragic.”
"Isn't there a portal?" Schiller asked again: "I remember that a portal has been opened between the Earth and Mercury. Why is there a traffic jam?"
"Yes, but this is another accident. People in all departments hope that they can use the portal first. They all think that their experiments are the most important, but the portal needs to be cooled, so... the scene is quite tragic.
.”
Schiller shook his head helplessly. Although the solar system construction plan is now in full swing and humans are united at various levels, it is precisely because of the pursuit of efficiency that small frictions have never stopped.
The car drove into the underground parking lot of Stark Tower. As soon as Schiller walked into the building, he saw Pepper with an anxious look on his face.
Before Schiller could ask, Pepper said like pouring beans:
"Tony's anxiety attack has happened again, and it's more serious than before. Now he even has difficulty eating, and his hands are shaking all the time. If it's not very urgent, I don't want to disturb your rest..."
"Yes, I understand." Schiller nodded. The two of them walked onto the elevator and came to the door of the laboratory. Schiller looked at Pepper and said:
"I have already guessed a little about the cause of his illness, but it is a bit difficult to explain. If you really want to understand the illness..."
"No, Doctor Schiller, I only care about whether he is healthy." Pepper combed her hair, looked at Schiller and said, "You don't have to explain to me why, I just want to see a normal Tony Stark.
He is not troubled by the pain of anxiety. I believe you are too, right?"
Schiller didn't say anything more. He turned around and opened the door of the laboratory. Stark was sitting in front of the experimental table as usual, playing with some models. When Schiller walked over, he didn't even look back.
explain:
"Are you here? Did Pepper call you? She always makes a fuss, as women do..."
"It would be more convincing if your right arm didn't shake when you said this." Schiller walked to the opposite side of Stark, sat down, looked at Stark and asked, "Did you see that?"
What? Just when this universe changes..."
Stark turned his head away, as if he didn't want to talk about this problem, but Schiller continued: "If we are on the same level, it means that we will all face such problems, and maybe my solution will be given to you.
A bit of inspiration, isn't it?"
Stark pursed his lips and kept turning the model in his hand with his fingers, but it could be seen from his eyes that his attention was not focused on any research project, and he was wandering around.
After a while, he finally asked:
"Is everything we experience destined to be? Is it arranged by a higher-ranking being?"
"Interesting question, what do you think?"
Stark opened his mouth, but then closed it. He thought for a while, and then said: "That day, I saw... a magnificent indescribable existence. I don't know if he was God or something else.
What, but all the universes are very small compared to him..."
"I see that everything that happens in the universe is inseparable from him. I don't know how to describe it...but maybe I am the same..."
"Probably so." What Stark didn't expect was that Schiller nodded and said: "Perhaps everything we are doing and thinking about now is arranged by someone in a high position.
, has been deciding these things and arranging the future direction of the universe.”
Schiller said this in a very calm tone. Stark looked at him and asked with some confusion: "Don't you think this is ridiculous? Don't you want to resist?"
"No, because I understand that there is no truly independent person in this world. As long as he has emotions, he will definitely be influenced to do certain behaviors in order to meet the expectations of certain people."
"For example, in order to meet the expectations of parents, I will study hard, in order to meet the expectations of my friends, I will prepare elaborate parties, in order to meet the expectations of my lover, I will change my career trajectory and choose to stay with her. All these effects add up.
, has become a person’s life.”
"In this case, it is actually not that important whether your life is arranged by a high-ranking being or whether your life is changed by family, friendship and love."
Schiller looked into Stark's eyes and said: "You think that every choice you make is independent, but in fact, the motivation and personality that prompt you to make this choice are affected by external factors...
…No one is an island in this world.”
"This..." Stark wanted to retort. Since he was destined to be affected, it didn't matter who he was affected by. This logic was somewhat flawed, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that it was indeed the case.
Schiller knocked his hand on the table and said:
"You think you are just yourself, but in fact, you are the epitome of countless people."
"Parents, teachers, classmates, friends, their influence on you will eventually become a part of you."
"As long as you live in society, no one can be completely independent. Your personality has been engraved with the names of all the people you are familiar with."
"If they affect me 50%, and the existence of that high position affects me 99%, or 100%, it doesn't make any difference. It can't be 0 anyway."
"As long as it's not 0, no matter how low it goes, it doesn't make any sense." Schiller shook his head and didn't seem to care much.
"I just think it's ridiculous. This being can control our universe at any time, which makes me feel..." Stark paused and did not continue speaking, but Schiller could see a kind of decadence on his face.
Emotions.
After all, no one knows that the results of his efforts are not worth mentioning in the eyes of other beings, and can be easily erased at any time, and they will be hit hard, especially a genius like Stark.
Ordinary people may think that what I do is not very good anyway, and I can’t make any contribution to the world. If I don’t do it, it will be gone. But Stark is different. He firmly believes that he is changing the world. He firmly believes that he has made a great contribution to the world.
He has the responsibility and the mission to lead mankind towards a better future, but once this belief collapses, his personality will be in danger.
Schiller guided Stark very calmly, and his words really comforted Stark. After experiencing so many things, Stark was no longer the playboy who was tough on the outside and fragile on the inside.
Seeing that his complexion had improved a little, Schiller said goodbye at the right time, leaving him some time to think alone.
But as soon as he walked out of the door, Schiller's calm expression couldn't be stretched anymore. He gritted his teeth and whispered:
"What would I do if you sent me compensation?... Dog planning, just wait for me."