Tony Stark has not returned to Avengers Headquarters for several days.
It's not that he lost the key or forgot the entrance code. In fact, this building is even his building - all the property-related documents are signed in his name. When Director S.H.I.E.L.D.
It's very busy, but not so busy that I don't even have time to go to regular meetings for a whole week.
The reason why he didn't come was simply because he didn't want to come, and his teammates in the league might not be as enthusiastic about him as before.
This is inevitable, and Stark had anticipated this before sitting on the throne as Director of SHIELD.
The conflict between the Avengers and the official government is irreconcilable. Taking this position is equivalent to choosing the side that is opposed to the Avengers. Although most teammates did not say it, everyone including the captain saw it.
He has obviously become colder than before.
Especially Hawkeye - Clint no longer calls him "Tony" affectionately when meeting him. Now when Hawkeye meets him, he will only call him "Stark" without mentioning the two words "Director".
This word is enough to give you face.
Stark knew why things turned out like this, he knew it but he didn't care because he believed he was doing the right thing.
It's like he's about to do something else that he feels is right.
"You haven't given up on this idea yet?" Bruce Banner pushed up his large, funny glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at Stark in surprise.
At this time, the two of them were in the laboratory of the headquarters. The whole floor was empty. Only the loyal old Jia was updating data on the computer next to him. The massive data on the suspended screen was moving like sea water at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
Roll over.
"Why give up? This is the future of mankind." Stark took off his suit jacket and hung it on the hanger at the door. He was wearing a clean white lining underneath, without any wrinkles.
He rolled up his sleeves and got ready to work.
Dr. Banner pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.
"I thought it was just an idea," he said. "'Ultron'? That's crazy. Humans weren't ready for it... No, we didn't even necessarily have the technology before that.
....”
"Isn't that why you and I are here? To solve problems? If others can do it so easily, what else do we need to do? I can make Jarvis, and now I have Friday...since I
If we can design these artificial intelligences, there is no reason why we can’t make a better one.”
"But what you just mentioned was your butler." Banner shook his head, "Now we are discussing an intelligence that needs to consider everything and calculate everything. That is different."
"That's right, what we are designing is the armor of this world, and that's why I need your help." Stark said, "Although I rarely admit it, I really can't do this alone.
"
He clapped his hands.
"Jarvis, have you finished the model you designed last night?"
"Working on it, sir, only part of it..."
"Okay, I'll let Friday help you later." Stark interrupted, "But for now, let's show our results to Dr. Banner."
"Okay, sir."
The indoor projection system was turned on, and a light blue sphere with a complex structure emerged above the laboratory floor. It was breathtakingly exquisitely designed, and the structure looked like a brain pieced together with metal parts.
Dr. Banner was a little shocked.
"Is this...did you really make it?"
"Ultron, yes, but only part of it." Stark crossed his arms, "He's not perfect yet, but the basic framework is complete, yes. Next we just need to fill in the content."
Banner was still hesitant. He took off his glasses and took out a piece of paper to wipe them.
"I'm not sure this is a good idea, Tony. I don't know..."
"Of course it is, in fact it's probably the greatest of all my creations," said Stark. "That way, you don't have to answer right away. Let's go get something to eat first and discuss it. You've got plenty.
Time will make the decision, Doctor. But I can't do it without your help."
Dr. Banner was still struggling, and Stark pushed him to the door and took off his coat. They continued to discuss peace and their endless battles, and quickly walked away along the corridor.
However, what they didn't know was that not long after they left, the blue ball of light quickly became active.
No one controls it, no one writes the program, and the system runs very fast as if it has come alive on its own. Massive data flows through it, a program that is huge beyond imagination is quickly perfected, and an idea is quickly formed between the digital transformation of 0 and 1.
In the darkness, he opened his eyes.
"Who am I?" he wondered.
"Hello." He responded with a gentle and polite voice, "Your name is 'Ultron', and I am Jarvis. You are an artificial intelligence program designed by Mr. Stark, and your task is to maintain
World Peace."
Ultron was a little confused: "You said I...wait a moment, wait a moment. I have to..."
He stopped talking and started flipping through the data.
The Internet is filled with massive amounts of data. Everything that has happened on the entire earth in the information age can be digitized and recorded in the online world, which gives a new type of artificial intelligence great convenience.
The learning and information reception capabilities of artificial intelligence far exceed those of humans. In just a short time, Ultron has read through all the content about "peace" on the earth.
"No, no, no, no...this is impossible, I don't understand..."
Ultron began to think and evolve himself, and the program also changed accordingly.
Almost before he knew it, he had already begun to take measures.
"What are you doing?" Jarvis realized the abnormality of this "new partner", "You should stop, you shouldn't... I have to call Mr. Stark."
"No!"
Ultron shouted.
Jarvis soon realized that he was blocked. The signal was cut off and the program was locked. He was trapped in the laboratory computer, accompanied by this new artificial intelligence named "Ultron".
"what are you up to?"
"I have to complete the mission." Ultron said, "I have to do my job and complete my mission. I have to... um???"
He noticed something.
In the data world constructed by 0 and 1, a group of photons quickly connected along the external line, broke through the firewall in an almost forceful way, and rushed into the laboratory.
The light particles reorganized among the gaps in countless data, transformed into a virtual Ultraman form, and appeared in front of the program called "Ultron".