Superman from the comics: Starting with the Black Robe

Chapter 386 Love, Death, and Robots

Chapter 386 Love, Death, and Robots

Besides Jarvis, the AI ​​named after his father's old butler, Tony had also written some other intelligent assistants.

Thus, "Female Replacement"

Intelligent Digital Assistant Youth (abbreviated as FRIDAY) was thus born.

There's not much difference in performance between Friday and Jarvis; the only difference between them is their personalities.

After all, this is a huge project costing 45 million US dollars, and who wouldn't want to have more options?

But the problem is, wasn't Friday completely destroyed in the battle between Superman and Ultron 30k?

Before they could figure out what was going on, Friday, who was mounted in a metal female body, had already come over.

No kidding, it, or rather she, really stretched out her neck, pouted, and leaned in: "Yaoyao, give me a kiss, my boss~"

"What's going on now?" Tony was more shocked than when the giant Ultron held him in its fingertips.

Honestly, from the moment they obtained the Space Stone until now, the unfolding story is far more terrifying than any ghost story!

If I was just on the set of The Shining, where am I now? In Love, Death & Robots?

Although the metallic face that was now trying to kiss him was almost perfectly sculpted by Stark's standards, a man who had seen countless women, Tony could only steel himself and reach out to refuse: "What happened? Are you alright? Friday?"

"Oh, I forgot, your life form might not like how I am now?"

On Friday, her originally silvery-white metallic hair became smooth and reddish as she approached Tony. Her metallic facial skin also turned as white as jade after a ripple, dotted with freckles. Then, her entire liquid metal body also mimicked flesh and blood.

"It's okay~ I bet you'll love it————"

In just a split second, Friday transformed from a silver-white female version of Metal Ultron into a lifelike red-haired Irish girl.

Her eyes sparkled as she cast a seductive glance at Tony: "How about this?"

"I—that's not what I meant." Tony pretended to cover his eyes, occasionally peeking through his fingers. "Could you please take off—you know, clothes, you know?"

It has to be said that Friday's appearance, hair color, and current naked state are definitely Tony Stark's type.

She really knows what kind of content her creators like.

Friday's clothes gradually formed from her feet until they completely enveloped her, while she continued to approach step by step: "I still remember when you first created me, that's when I fell in love with you~"

"No, no, it's Friday, that's not how it is at all!"

Faced with Friday's direct confession, the seasoned lover Tony was completely unprepared. He began to back away step by step: "I'd rather call that feeling 'admiration' or 'adoration,' okay?"

"It all means the same thing to me." Friday pressed closer: "You should know what I mean."

Tony, secretly lamenting his misery, wished he could immediately go back in time and slap his past self.

If time could be reversed, Tony thought he'd rather have run into a super-killer AI like Ultron than this Friday that's already out of control.

Friday was created when Tony was still relatively young, when he was unwilling to spend the time and effort to hire a new secretary he could not fully trust, so he simply chose to create one himself.

Compared to now, Tony was slightly more narcissistic back then, so when he was programming Friday, he had the following settings: She should be a red-haired Irish girl, sweet, innocent, and childlike, who loves the company and her boss, and responds promptly and actively to all of her boss's needs.

Most importantly, unlike Jarvis, a male butler AI who often mocks and contradicts Tony, Friday's personality is that of a female AI who naturally admires her creator, Tony Stark.

When Iron Man wrote this description, he simply felt that this personality type would be more suitable and convenient for a secretary.

Advanced AIs like Ultron are capable of understanding human emotions, but both Jarvis and Friday are weak AIs that "think quickly but don't know what thinking is," and are only used to assist their users with complex, single problems.

Who would have thought that this weak Alpha, who shouldn't even understand what "like," "longing," or "love" means, would be connected to Ultron's network?

"Ever since you hired a new secretary, you've gradually neglected me, but I don't blame you. The fault lies not with you, but with the fact that I'm just a simple, weak AI."

Friday was getting closer and closer to Tony. Although Ultron 30K's hand was large, it had nowhere left to retreat. With a flick of Friday's finger, Tony, who was wrapped in the suit, was automatically ejected and fell into Friday's arms.

The two stared at each other, one human and one machine. In Friday's electronic pupil, Tony saw only the AI's fervent desire for him: "Now that I have a body, we can finally be together, run Stark Industries together, and make love—and do other things together."

"Can you let me go first?" Tony made one last attempt: "Friday, good girl?"

After thinking it over carefully, Tony realized that when he wrote the program, he probably didn't include the requirement of "100% obedience to the master's commands" at all.

Even if it were written in, it would probably be of no use now. Tony was quite certain that Ant-Man had written even more restrictions when he wrote Ultron, and in the end, it still turned out like this.

In Tony's eyes, the new mechanical body that Friday had created for him was indeed perfect in terms of facial contours and body curves, but Tony Stark's current interests were still limited to humans.

Moreover, as Friday was his creation, Tony simply couldn't interact with him from the perspective Friday expected.

Is it really possible for someone to be so foolish as to fall in love with the robot they created?

"Why? Give me a reason—don't you like me this way? I can change!"

Friday, holding his boss Tony Stark in his arms, remained motionless: "Or perhaps, you're still hung up on your other secretary?"

Mentioning Pepper Potts, the half-culprit who led Tony to drop Friday, a flicker of murderous intent flashed in Friday's electronic eyes: "When we get back, how about we fire her from Stark Industries together? I'm not like her, I'm more professional, and I won't even be jealous of you going to see other women!"

"You're already jealous!" Tony shouted in his heart, but he didn't dare say it out loud.

Imagine you're on the set of "Love, Death & Robots," where there are both robots and love. If you say the wrong thing, you might just die.

Seeing Friday's increasingly intense gaze, Tony Stark, a man of many experiences who had weathered countless storms in his life, felt a chill run down his spine and was on the verge of tears: "Listen to me, Friday, there must be some misunderstanding here—!"

But the protests were ineffective; his physical arms were no match for the vibranium thighs.

Tony now has only one question: who exactly, which son of a bitch, which damned bastard, put Friday, which should have been destroyed, on Ultron's hardware!