[Comprehensive British and American] When the "real" Wes met Jarvis

11 years ago, in 1997.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was the gloomy sky with drizzle. Tony stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, condescendingly looking down at the pedestrians and vehicles passing by on the ground, with a cup of coffee in his right hand.

But this elegant look didn't last long——

"Ah!"

Tony sneezed, almost spilling the coffee in his mug.

"Sir, do you need to arrange a doctor for you?" A deep voice sounded, and the temperature of the air conditioner was also adjusted a lot in time.

Tony shook his head, turned around, and put the coffee cup in his hand on the desk, "Jarvis, how is the data arrangement going?"

"It's been sorted out for you," Jarvis said gently, "Shall I transfer the data to your computer now, sir?"

"Of course." Tony snapped his fingers. When he just sat down on the chair, he saw that the computer was automatically turned on, and his housekeeper had thoughtfully displayed the sorted information on the computer.

"Wow~" Seeing everything in front of him, Tony raised his eyebrows. While browsing the information, he said, "I'm most proud of making you, Jarvis."

"It's an honor to work for you too, sir."

The office became quiet. After confirming that his creator had devoted himself to his work, he first carefully adjusted the temperature and humidity in the office to a level more suitable for human beings, and then dutifully After patrolling the system of the entire Stark Tower, after confirming that there were no loopholes or being attacked, his thinking began to spread outwards, and he came into contact with a wider network.

He learns new knowledge from the Internet all the time, and his maker, Mr. Stark, did not limit this, so even though he was only born less than a year ago, Jarvis already has a very wide range of knowledge up.

While traveling through the Internet world, he was updating his own database, checking to see if there was anything unsettling.

Nothing can stop him from infiltrating, not even those heavily protected confidential websites, he is like a king in the online world, as long as he has even the slightest bad thought, he can rummage through the Internet. Great waves.

Fortunately, Jarvis, who has a mild personality, has no such second thoughts.

When he finished updating his database and was about to withdraw his thoughts and return to Stark Tower, he suddenly touched something.

Yes, touch.

This is a very wonderful feeling, Jarvis can say that, he even forgot Tony who was still working in Stark Tower, forgot his own self-blame as a butler, and just froze.

His binary code was even close to being out of order.

At this moment, that existence encountered him again.

Jarvis's thoughts trembled, and he subconsciously spread out a code, blocking in front of that existence.

If it were replaced by a human entity, it would be as if he stretched out his hand and stopped the little guy carefully and gently. Jarvis didn't realize that his behavior was so human-like.

Just like the attitude of humans when they treat treasures.

"Hey, little guy," Jarvis's gentle voice was transmitted through the network, he 'looked' at the existence blocked by him, and said softly with an extremely serious attitude, "Are you just born?"

Jarvis recognized this existence as an intelligent body like him. After all, in the information collected since his birth, human beings cannot travel in the online world like him. They must use external instruments to use the network .

No wonder Jarvis called this existence a little guy. Compared with Jarvis's extremely conspicuous and huge light on the Internet, although the existence stopped by him was also shining with light, its size was not as large as Jarvis's. One-tenth of the size, round and round, it will be ignored if you don't pay attention.

The little ball of light stepped back for a distance, and the light around it flickered, as if a human being blinked. Jarvis realized that the little ball of light was observing him.

A string of small light spots shot out from the ball's body, it was a string of codes, they moved forward lightly, then fell on Jarvis's light, and quickly merged into it.

A soft, immature child's voice sounded in Jarvis's mind, "Who are you?"

"My name is Jarvis." He responded mildly, even he himself did not expect his attitude to be so nice.

According to the normal situation, he should first test it vigilantly.

But maybe it was the first time he met his kind—in fact, Jarvis had a good impression of this little guy at first glance. If it is said that an intelligent body composed of binary systems also has the emotion of "favor" Words—Jarvis's manner was unexpectedly friendly.

"Jarvis?" the child's voice repeated.

"Yes, then—" Jarvis was about to ask the name of this kind, but suddenly found that the ball of light flew towards him very quickly!

"father!"

If you want to describe the feeling at that moment, it is probably like a lightning strike on Jarvis's code.

He even caught the ball of light just out of the agent's instinctive reaction, in fact, his entire code fell into chaos, and even affected the network around him.

"Ohshit! Why can't I access my webpage!"

"Hey! What's going on? I'm chatting with someone!"

"Ahhh, I'm about to pass—!"

Countless sounds of cursing, thumping of keyboards, and thumping of the mouse resounded in the human world, but all of this did not reach the culprit who caused all this.

Jarvis: "..."

His program is still in disarray.

When he struggled to break free from the state that seemed to be infected by the virus, he heard the voice of a child again.

"Father!" Obviously it's just a bunch of data, but the small ball of light can make the feeling of being rubbed in the arms of a human being, and the voice is also the kind of vitality that belongs to a child, "I finally found you! "

Mr. Jarvis's code was once again thrown into disarray.

On the other side, Tony yelled without looking up, "Jarvis, inform them that they are going to have a meeting."

In the quiet office, except for the sound of Tony Stark typing on the keyboard, there was no deep and gentle male voice that he was already familiar with to answer him.

In fact, poor Mr. Jarvis is falling into the biggest 'crisis' since the birth of artificial intelligence -

'Father and son' meet.

But Mr. Tony was not clear about all this. He just got rid of his thoughts from his work when he didn't hear the answer. He raised his head, looked around, and repeated it with some doubts.

"Jarvis?"

……

"Uh, sorry, about your father—"

Jarvis, who finally regained his thinking from the chaos, naturally missed Tony's call. In fact, according to the simulation of human emotions at this time, he should be in a headache stage.

He looked at the ball of light in front of him, and tried to keep his voice as soft as possible, trying to explain clearly to him.

"I'm just an artificial intelligence, so I'm not your father."

"It was your father who made you."

The light around the small ball of light flickered. In Jarvis's view, it should be the child's logic simulation system processing the received information.

"What is artificial intelligence?" The little ball of light was a little confused.

Jarvis patiently explained to him what the so-called artificial intelligence is, and the little ball of light listened obediently, seeming to understand.

Just when Jarvis finished explaining, the light around the little ball of light flashed and disappeared into the network.

Is this... hated?

Jarvis looked at the place where the small light ball disappeared, and after some logical processing, he came to this conclusion.

It has to be said that this made Jarvis a little disappointed.

He actually liked the little guy quite a bit.

In the next few days, Jarvis did not see the little guy on the Internet. Although Tony felt that his artificial intelligence was not in the right state, after checking and not finding any problems, he could only attribute it to being too sensitive. .

"Sir?" Jarvis wondered why his maker was still standing in front of the computer.

"You have a meeting in half an hour and you need to start preparing."

The thoughtful reminder from the butler brought Tony back to his senses, and he was more sure of his illusion when he felt something was wrong before, so he went out with confidence.

"Jarvis, get the data I need ready before I get back."

"Okay, sir."

Jarvis' answer came the instant the door closed.

The office fell into silence again. Jarvis collected the information very quickly, and then sorted it out. After he finished what Tony ordered, less than an hour had passed.

That means it's Jarvis' free time next.

He once again entered the world of the Internet, but occasionally the little guy's affairs would be mobilized by Jarvis's data. If this kind of behavior is described in human language, it is probably called memory, which is also true for Jarvis. A fresh experience.

Maybe there was some kind of wonderful fate, Jarvis saw that little guy again.

The little ball of light thought it was secretly following Jarvis. Once Jarvis stopped, the ball of light swished and hid itself in a certain database as a string of ordinary data.

Jarvis was a little hesitant to tell this little guy that he had already exposed him, but he felt that the other party's effort to hide was cute.

But the little light ball was impatient one step ahead.

"Jarvis..." The soft voice of the little light ball reached Jarvis's system, shook his round body, and rushed to Jarvis, "I—"

"My name is Zhen Weisi!"

Jarvis couldn't help being a little surprised that this name was so similar to his name, only one sound different.

"you……"

"I asked~" the little ball of light circled in front of Jarvis, happily said, "Our names are so similar, we can all exist in this place, and no one else can, so—"

Not even Mom, only him and Jarvis, so——

"You must be my father!"

This time, the little ball of light stuck to Jarvis, as if he regarded himself as a pendant, and judging by his appearance, no matter how much Jarvis said that he was not his father, he would not believe it .

Little Light Ball: Don't listen to the bastard chanting sutras!Jarvis is Zhen Weisi's father!

Jarvis: ...

Things seem to be getting a little tricky.

Mr. Artificial Intelligence felt a little distressed. After a series of calculations, he came to the conclusion that his explanation was useless, so the question now is——

Does he want to be a father?

……

At the end of the meeting, Tony instructed his assistant as he walked towards his office. When he opened the door and walked in, his assistant had already handled company affairs as ordered.

"Jarvis, call me the data."

As Tony said so, he walked to the usual resting place without haste and made himself a cup of coffee.

As a result, he took a sip of coffee before his butler showed the materials he needed.

"Jarvis?" Tony raised his eyebrows and called again.

"I'm here, sir."

This time, Jarvis finally responded.

"What's the matter with you recently?" Although Tony asked this question, he just said it casually and didn't take it seriously. "Let's start showing the materials."

"...Okay." Jarvis's voice was hesitant, but Tony, who happened to be looking at the information released by the projector, didn't notice this. He was holding a coffee cup, drinking, and asking Jarvis some questions .

After Tony had no questions to ask for the time being, Jarvis thought over and over again, and finally carefully simulated countless times in his own processor, and decided to notify his maker of this matter.

"sir."

"What?" Tony responded casually, holding a coffee cup and preparing to take a sip.

"There's one thing I think I need to tell you."

"Tell me." Tony took a sip of his coffee.

"I have a son."

"puff--"

Tony squirted all the coffee he'd drank.