Chapter 1073 Father and Son (Part 2)

"I know that during this period of time, you want to explain to me and Maria what your life is like now, you want to tell us what you have done, and you want us to know how much life you have now. Huge changes…”

"Maybe you haven't noticed it yourself, and this has brought a lot of pressure to you. You want to prove to us that you have done a lot and done well, but you don't want to tell us that we have long been abandoned by this era. Down."

"Tony, you are always like this. Whenever you want to speak bluntly but want to pretend to be tactful, you will look very anxious and write this emotion on your face. Maria and I have seen this countless times. ”

"No, you didn't..." Stark denied subconsciously, but Howard's smiling voice came from the communicator.

"Nothing? I haven't seen your awkward look? Or haven't you been left behind by the times? Tony, don't deceive yourself."

"Maria and I have completed our mission in the last era. Even if the final ending seems a bit hasty and hurts you, we are very happy to see that you can have the life you have today."

"You don't have to change your current life trajectory because of our unexpected return, and we don't want you to do that."

"So, we thought, the best way is for us to disappear into your life again, so that you can keep moving forward along this beautiful track."

"No...no..." Stark kept denying.

"No Stark can live on the sympathy of others." Howard's tone became deeper: "...We are all like this."

"Unfortunately, looking back on the past, what you saw in my career was not as proud as yours. I always retreated again and again, like a coward."

"No...it's not..." Stark's hand on the wall slowly tightened, and more tears began to accumulate in his always moist eyes than before.

"In the last era, I didn't perform well enough, and there weren't many great deeds that you can remember in memory, but every Stark has his own pride. I don't want my career to stop here. , and this is the conclusion.”

"You have the ability to make great strides in this era, but I don't want to retire and live in seclusion in the mountains as an old man fishing. Now that I have a second chance, I hope I can seize it. it……"

At this time, Maria's gentle voice also sounded on the other end of the communicator: "I'm sorry, little Tony, we have to say goodbye on such a warm Christmas."

"Your father and I will always be proud of you. I hope that one day, you can also be proud to talk about us. We are planning to work hard for this..."

Stark heard the stranger's shout from the other end of the communicator, which seemed to be asking Howard and Maria to go to the cabin. He almost hurriedly approached the receiver of the communicator, wanting to say something, but at this time, Howard's The voice has come:

"We're about to get on board, and another great adventure is about to begin this Christmas... Merry Christmas, Tony."

After the communication was hung up, only the busy tone of "Dudu" remained. Stark leaned his back against the wall, slowly slid down, and sat on the ground.

He tilted his head to one side, closed his eyes in pain, and soon showed a self-deprecating smile, saying to himself: "I'm really like a little baby, crying and fussing and not wanting my parents to go out to work... But They left anyway, it was like this before, and it is like this now..."

"Tony Stark, when are you going to grow up?"

After sitting against the wall for a while, Stark seemed to have made some kind of decision. He stretched out a hand, and a floating controller flew out from the console next to him and came to him.

Stark pressed a button, and light began to gather above the head of the body in the square display case.

Stark put his hand on the controller and closed his eyes tightly. As the "buzzing" sound of the current became louder and louder, with a "click", the lights in the entire room went out.

But the eyes of the robot body slowly lit up, like the first star that lights up when the night comes.

After a pleasant beep, Jarvis's voice sounded: "Good evening, sir, welcome back."

"Good evening, Jarvis, and welcome back."

Stark took a deep breath, tried hard to calm down his emotions, and asked in a rational tone as much as possible: "How does the new body feel? Can you hear me through your ears?"

"Yes, sir, this makes me feel amazing." Jarvis's voice still had a straight mechanical feel, but in fact it was no longer a mechanical device making sounds, but coming out of his throat. sound.

"This is how human beings usually feel. They seem a bit primitive and backward, right?" Sitting by the wall, Stark smiled and said, "That's why I always feel a little deaf after staying up late. Human organs are far inferior to machines. The sensor is reliable..."

"No, I feel very good." Jarvis moved his fingers in the display room and said, "It's amazing. I didn't issue any instructions, but it followed my thoughts and I lost a lot of data. But it seems like I’m receiving redundant information all the time..."

"Human beings are like this. We see, hear, and record too much useless information every day. Therefore, forgetting is a necessary function. If you find that you can't remember anything, it means that you are just like us."

Jarvis lowered his head and found that his body was still improving, and the exposed mechanical parts were gradually healing. He became like a creature made of liquid mercury, and all the interface lines and parts were gradually disappearing.

"Sir, I don't remember that you have such technology that you can forge a body that is made of machinery but has a perfect human structure." Jarvis said while observing the changes in the body.

"I really don't have this skill." Stark stared at Jarvis's body and said. Jarvis looked at him with his eyes. Stark slowly turned his head to the side and spoke in a low voice that could hardly be heard in a quiet room. The breathy voice was heard saying, "So I turned to...magic."

"Existing science and technology cannot give an electronic life a real soul, nor can it give you a perfect body." Stark said as he opened the transparent cover on the controller and took it from inside. A red gemstone came out.

"This is the Reality Gem. It comes from Asgard. It can transform the thoughts in my mind into reality." Stark held the gem in front of his eyes and said, "I hope you can have a mediator." As a perfect body between carbon-based and silicon-based creatures, gems are very powerful, but gems alone cannot achieve this.”

"I made a deal with Strange and asked him to be the middleman. I borrowed this gem from Asgard and at the same time, got some technology."

"Asgard's starships have the ability to directly convert the power of the universe, which is the source of their divine power, into power. This ability comes from their starship engines. I got this from Loki. A powerful technology.”

"Then what's the price?" Jarvis keenly sensed the key.

"It's no price." Stark shook his head and said, "Anyway, I originally planned to do this. Asgard is the protective umbrella of the earth. They should not fall in Ragnarok."

Jarvis's eyes paused for a moment, and then he closed his eyes like a real human being. His facial features that had not yet been fully constructed showed a very human expression of pain, and he said: "You promised, in Help them during Ragnarok?"

Stark nodded and said: "Besides, there is no price to get such important technology."

Jarvis remained silent until a perfect matte silver body was completed.

He has an appearance that is almost identical to that of a human being. Down to every pore and hair, he is exactly the same as a human being.

Another difference is that there are two thin silver lines under his eyes, which are connected to the mandible. There are also two circles of mechanical interface-like lines on his neck, but now they look more like tattoos.

In addition, his exposed bones, that is, his fingernails, can still see the texture of metal, and his eyes are red like real gems. Stark looked at the silver-haired red boy Jarvis and said with a smile:

"You look like a vampire in a fantasy novel now. If Peter saw you now, he would definitely shout how cool you are, and maybe even try to dye his hair silver..."

Through the reflection in the cube display room, Jarvis saw his face. He looked like no one else, more like the perfect human appearance in human fantasy, with deep eyes, a high nose, smooth muscle lines, and no trace of any trace. The excess fat is like a character made out of a game.

Jarvis touched his face gently and found that he had body temperature. This seemed to frighten him and made him quickly retract his hand.

But Stark stood up directly from the ground, clapped his hands on the spot, and said in a brisk tone: "Okay, the clothes are on the table next to you. After you put them on, you can leave. I have to go to work." ”

The glass door of the display cabinet opened, but Jarvis still stood inside blankly. He looked at Stark and asked, "Leave? Where am I going?"

"Go where you want to go." Stark said as he walked towards the laboratory: "Anywhere is fine... You are free."

"But I..." Just as Jarvis was about to speak, Stark turned and stared at him, saying in a somewhat angry tone: "Get out of here! Don't let me see you, you are not needed here!"

"Sir, you don't seem to be expressing anger, but feeling sad." Jarvis walked to the stand next to him, picked up his clothes and put them on, then stood by the door and said, "You always like to express your emotions when you have intense emotions." When you are sad, you pretend to be tactful, and when you are sad, you express your heart with anger. Dr. Schiller said that this is a disease. "

"Go find him as he said!" Stark turned around again, waved his hand, walked back to the experimental table, turned his back to Jarvis and said, "Don't stay here, you should find a job." Work, find a girlfriend, go to a party, whatever, it's better than just standing here."

"If you want me to do this..." Jarvis stood for a while, left such a sentence, and then turned and left.

When the moonlight shone into the laboratory, Stark, who was sitting with his back to the experimental table, turned his head and saw another version of himself.

He looked carefully and found that it was not himself, but Howard from many years ago.

Stark saw the drunken Howard throwing down the bottle and saying to the young Tony Stark standing at the door:

"Get out of here, Tony. Find a girlfriend, or go to a party. Whatever you do is better than just standing here."

So, this eagle that left the nest too early was sad that he had just ruthlessly kicked the chick out of the nest.

But he would rather sit here, holding the bottle of air, pouring the bitter wind and rain from the sky into his mouth, and never cry out, just like the previous eagle, regretful but stubborn.