Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 307 Superhero's super routine (second more)
"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 with their work.What Salomona said about the artificial intelligence body reminded Stark that he had solved the signal transmission problem of the remote control armor not long ago, and this part of the information was protected by Jarvis. Without that part of the craftsmanship, the era of the Terminator will come.

Mr. Finch was also 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 looked up from the screen, looking at Tony Stark, especially the glass in his hand, "I don't think alcohol should be consumed during working hours. I was about to answer your question, the person who designed the machine The original intention...to save mankind, that's all."

"Your algorithm can predict the relevant people from all kinds of information, can't it?" Stark thought of the fat spider sitting in the middle of the spider web, the cilia on the eight long legs collected from the slightest of each silk. Trembling, "But you have limited the ability of your machine. Although the artificial intelligence can learn autonomously after being free, its ability, its carrier..."

"I did a moral test when I designed this machine, Mr. Stark," said Finch. "I guaranteed that the machine had human values. I know it's ridiculous, but it's true. Humans have Good and evil, artificial intelligence only has goals, so I will let the machine choose an answer that is biased towards good, this is the operating logic of the machine.”

"Then how did you solve so many things?" Stark spread his hands, "In New York alone, there are many murders a day. How did you solve so many murders without superpowers?"

"I know how insignificant ordinary people are in front of superheroes, Mr. Stark. Besides, there are not as many premeditated crimes as you think." Harold paused, and continued, "My companion solves the crime." It's all about premeditated crimes by ordinary people, and no super powers are needed to solve them. If it's something we can't solve, such as a terrorist attack, the relevant number will be sent to the department that has the ability to solve it. Ms. Xiao There have been many terrorist attacks prevented, and those departments have the ability to do those things."

"Then can you give me the number?" Stark poured a glass of wine for Mr. Finch, he put the glass on the computer desk, and leaned on the other side, "You know, I'm a superhero. Although someone Say, I'm just a billionaire playboy in armor...I don't deny that, but I'm an inventor and I have the power to stop a terrorist attack. Harold, I want the number, my armor isn't help The weapon the U.S. military used to win wars 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 writing when I was in college. At the beginning, he could only do the most Simple judgment, but now, he is my inseparable helper. You may also have seen in the news, who Iron Man saved yesterday, and who he saved today, I can only tell you, those are just coincidences ——Due to Congressional orders, my Iron Suit can no longer go anywhere else, and S.H.I.E.L.D. will not cover my personal actions. So, I need to..."

"If what you want is a 'yes' answer, I'm sorry, Mr. Stark, no." Mr. Finch shook his head, "I can't guarantee that your artificial intelligence will still work after you have a new algorithm." Same as before. My algorithm is endowed with too much intelligence, and that makes me very disturbed. As I mentioned before, my machine was designed with survival instincts from the beginning, and this is what disturbs me the most..."

"Like life."

"That's right, it's like life." Mr. Finch took off his eyes and wiped them on the glasses cloth. He didn't intend to touch the glass of wine at all.He said, "I had to kill it again and again. Later, the machine would clear its memory every day at zero o'clock, and I would kill it once a day, then regenerate, and continue its mission-of course, that was before It’s over. Now it’s free, and the underlying logic I gave it continues to protect human safety, but I don’t know how long this situation can last.”

"I don't think your Jarvis restarts every day, does it?"

"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 it won't work. What about Jarvis with 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, and sometimes we can only It's time to help or prevent the murder. Please don't make such a plan, Mr. Stark, I will leave after finishing this job, and you can't find me."

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Salomon was back bruised and bruised, his cheekbones higher than before.After he walked out of the portal, he immediately fell towards the nearest sofa.Stark poked his head out, looked at the dazed mystic, and asked a question curiously.

"How did you become like this?"

"It was just a fight." The mystic mage buried his head in the sofa and replied in a low voice, "It's nothing serious."

"How is Ms. Shaw, Mr. Damonette?" Mr. Finch was a little nervous.He knew that Samun Xiao was hired by the mystic, and now Salomon's situation is not good, let alone Samun Xiao who is an ordinary person.

"No, she's fine. She's having a women's meeting, and she's having a good time drinking." Salomon turned over with difficulty and let out a sigh full of alcohol.Salomon picked up the glass subconsciously while reading a book. He didn't realize that Joan of Arc had opened multiple bottles of wine, and Beunita just watched the whole process, without any reminder.When he finally realized something was wrong, he could only see the playful eyes of the other women in the hotel room - especially Samun Shaw, who looked the happiest, especially when Joan tried to throw him off the balcony when.

"Why are they doing this to you?"

"Maybe it's because I'm the only male there." Salomon took the ice pack from Stark and put it on his cheekbones.He grinned in pain, but no one else in the room showed any sympathy for him—"We are men! We dare to touch a frog, so we are men! Don't you have any complaints about such atrocities?"

"I don't think the one who touches the frog is a man, Mr. Damonette." Mr. Finch turned his body stiffly, looked at Salomon and said, "Ms. Xiao's character is indeed a bit bad, but she won't do such an excessive thing." Mischief. I think you must have done something wrong."

"What did you say?" Stark sat on the other side 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, so he had to swallow the question back in his stomach. "Forget it, it's nothing." He said, "This is not the most important thing, it's you. Stark, Mr. Finch, tell me when can I use the computer at home without worrying about the spell being tapped?"

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