Marvel Magic Event Book

"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 words about the artificial intelligence body 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 Without that part of the craft, the era of the Terminator has 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 during working hours. I was about to answer your question about the design of that machine. The original intention...to save mankind, nothing more."

"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 gathering the slightest trace of 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, 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 some 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 multiple terrorist attacks, those departments have the ability to do that."

"Then 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 that, but I'm an inventor and I have the ability to stop 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 - not since my new energy plan came out. 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 anywhere else, 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 the new algorithm." 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..."

"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. Later, the machine would clear its memory at zero o'clock every day, and I would kill it once every day, and then be reborn to continue its mission - of course, that was before It's over. Now that it is free, the underlying logic I gave it allows it to continue to protect human safety, but I don't know how long this situation can last."

"I assume 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...well, I know that won'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 at the end. It's 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 can't find me."

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Salomon came back bruised and bruised, his cheekbones higher than before.After he walked out of the portal, he immediately fell towards the nearest sofa.Stark stuck his head out, glanced at the dizzy mystic, and asked the question curiously.

"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 was not good, let alone Samn Xiao as an ordinary person.

"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 picked up the glass while reading. He was completely unaware that Jeanne opened multiple bottles of wine. Bayonetta just watched the whole process without any intention of reminding her.When he finally realized something was wrong, he could only see the joking looks of other women in the hotel room - especially Samyn Shaw, who looked the happiest, especially when Joan of Arc tried to throw him off the balcony when.

"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 grimaced in pain, but no one else in the room had any sympathy for him - "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 egregious 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, the important thing is you. Stark, Mr. Finch, tell me when can I use the computer at home without worrying about the spell being eavesdropped?"