"Steve and Bucky have already broken in. They should reach here in forty minutes at most," Stark calculated.
Stark lay on the lab table, took a deep breath, and said, "Prepare the life-support equipment. Activate the dedicated power supply. Make sure this works the first time!"
After saying that, he closed his eyes and fell silent. Things had reached this point; Loki and Strange both knew that Stark had made up his mind. There was no use trying to persuade him. They might as well cooperate fully and make sure nothing went wrong.
First, Stark's lower body up to his waist was encased in armor, which had been secured to the lab table. It would ensure that he would not fall off during the brief convulsions, and it could also prevent the incontinence caused by the electric shock.
At the same time, his arms were secured to the lab table. But because he disliked the feeling of restricted breathing, there were no restraints above his chest.
At that moment, Jarvis brought over a garment and covered Stark with it.
Stark lay on the lab table, staring at the ceiling. He said, "Jarvis, do you remember the questions Schiller asked you when you first met him?"
As Jarvis adjusted the equipment on his arm, he said, "I remember, sir. If one day you were about to die, but ordered me not to save you, and I truly did as you instructed, would I feel regret after your death?"
Jarvis's eyes, hidden beneath the mechanical framework, flickered. It did not seem like the cold, mechanical process of circuitry powering on, lighting bulbs, and flashing at a set frequency. It was more like a gleam passing through human eyes, capable of expressing his thoughts and emotions.
"Artificial intelligence does not feel regret," Jarvis