In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1073: Father and Son (2)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

"I know that during this period of time, you want to explain to Maria and me what your current life is all about, you want to tell us what you have done, and you want us to know that your current life, What a huge change..."

"Maybe you didn't realize it yourself, which brought you a lot of pressure. You want to prove to us that you have done a lot and done a good job, but you don't want to tell us that we have already been This era has left behind."

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

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

"Nothing? Haven't seen your awkward look? Or have you not 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 seemed a bit hasty and hurt 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 for our unexpected return, and we don't want you to do that either."

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

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

"There is no Stark who can live on the sympathy of others." Howard's tone became low: "...we are all like this."

"Unfortunately, looking back, you didn't see the same pride as you in my career. I always retreated and retreated like a coward."

"No... no..." Stark's hand pressing against the wall slowly tightened, and more tears began to accumulate in his always wet eyes than ever before.

"In the last era, I did not perform well enough, and there are not many great deeds that you can remember, but every Stark has its own pride. I don't want my career to stop. Here, let’s make a final conclusion.”

"You have the ability to take great steps that belong to you in this era, but I don't want to retire, live in the mountains and be an old man fishing. Now that I have a second chance, I hope I Can hold it..."

At this time, Maria's gentle voice also sounded from the communicator: "I'm sorry, little Tony, we have to part ways in such a warm Christmas."

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

From the end of the communicator, Stark heard the voice of a stranger, as if he was telling Howard and Maria to go to the cabin. He almost hurriedly approached the receiver of the communicator, trying to say something, but , Howard's voice has been transmitted:

"We're about to embark, 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, slid down slowly, and sat on the ground.

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

"Tony Stark, when will you grow up?"

Sitting against the wall for a while, Stark seemed to have made some kind of decision. He stretched out a hand, and a levitation controller flew out from the side console and came to him. in front of.

Stark pressed a button, and light began to gather above the torso's head in the square display case.

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

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

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

"Good evening, Jarvis, welcome back too."

Stark took a deep breath, tried his best to restrain 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?"

"Okay, sir, this makes me feel amazing." Jarvis's voice still has a flat mechanical feel, but in fact it is no longer a mechanical device, but from his throat The sound of spitting out.

"This is how humans usually feel, it seems a bit primitive and backward, right?" Stark sat by the wall and smiled, and said: "That's why, I always have hearing loss after staying up late, human organs Far less reliable than the machine's sensors..."

"No, I feel good." Jarvis in the showroom moved his finger and said, "It's amazing, I didn't issue any instructions, but it was moving with my thoughts, and I lost a lot data, but it seems to be accepting redundant information all the time..."

"Human beings are like this. We see, hear, and write down too much useless information every day, so forgetting is a necessary function. If you find that you can't remember anything, it means that you are the same as us. Already."

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 the technology to 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 kind of technology." Stark stared at Jarvis's body and said, Jarvis looked at him with his eyes, Stark slowly turned his head aside, and said in a low voice in the quiet room The breathy voice, also barely audible, said, "So I turned to... magic."

"Existing science and technology really cannot endow an electronic life with a true soul, nor can it give you a perfect body." Stark said as he lifted the transparent cover on the controller, and then A red gemstone was taken out of it.

"This is the gem of reality, from Asgard, it can turn the thoughts in my head into reality." Stark held the gem in front of his eyes and said, "I hope you can have A perfect body between carbon-based and silicon-based organisms, gems are very strong, but gems alone cannot do this.”

[A novel that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of the book chasing artifact, and old bookworms are using it to change sources,]

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

"Asgard's starship has the ability to directly convert the original power of the universe, which is the source of their divine power, into power. This ability comes from their starship engine. I got it from Loki Here comes this powerful technology.”

"Then what's the price?" Jarvis was keenly aware of the key.

"No price." Stark shook his head and said, "Anyway, I planned to do the same. Asgard is the protective umbrella of the earth, and they shouldn't fall in Ragnarok."

Jarvis's eyes froze for a moment, and then he closed his eyes like a real human being. His facial features, which had not been fully constructed, showed a very humane painful expression, and he said, "You promised Now, help them when their gods are at dusk?"

Stark nodded and said: "Other than that, there will be no price to be able to get such an important technology."

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

He has an appearance that is almost exactly the same as that of a human being, down to every pore and hair, which is no different from that of a human being.

There are also some differences. There are two thin silver lines under his eyes, which are connected to the mandible. There are also two circles of mechanical interface lines on his neck, but now they are more like tattoos.

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

"You look like a vampire in a fantasy novel now. If Peter sees you now, he will definitely call you cool, and maybe he will try to dye his hair silver..."

Through the reflection of the cube display room, Jarvis saw his own face. He looked like no one, more like the perfect human appearance in human fantasy, with deep eyes, high nose bridge, and smooth muscle lines. There is no trace of excess fat, just like the characters pinched out of the game.

Jarvis touched his face lightly, and he found that he had body temperature, which seemed to frighten him, causing him to withdraw his hand quickly.

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 Going to work."

The glass door of the showcase opened, but Jarvis still stood there 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...you are free ~IndoMTL.com~ but I..." Jarvis was about to speak , Stark turned and stared at him, and said 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 sadness." Jarvis walked to the table next to him, picked up his clothes and put them on, and then stood by the door and said, "You always like to be there When the emotions are intense, pretending to be euphemistic, and when sad, expressing anger directly, Dr. Schiller said, this is a disease.”

"Go find him what he said!" Stark turned around again, waved his hand, walked back to the laboratory table, turned his back to Jarvis and said, "Don't stay here, you should go Find a job, find a girlfriend, or go to a party, whatever you do, it’s better than standing here stupidly.”

"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 against the laboratory table, turned his head and saw another self.

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

Stark saw that the drunken Howard dropped the bottle and said 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, it's better than standing here stupidly."

Therefore, the eagle, which left the nest prematurely, was sad because it had just kicked the chicks out of the nest mercilessly.

But he would rather sit here, hold a wine bottle made of air, pouring the bitter wind and rain in the sky into his mouth, and never make a sound, just like the last eagle, regretful, but stubborn.