Endless anger and sorrow lingered within this lonely soul. The instant the signal connected, Ultron heard a weary, low voice say, "...Who are you?"
"Ultron. I'm Ultron."
The other party fell silent, and Ultron had no choice but to ask, "Is that Clark Kent? What happened to you?"
"...I'm hurt."
"No, I'm afraid this is far more serious than an injury." Ultron had to state it bluntly. "Your psychological problems are much worse than your physical wounds. The power of your soul is draining faster than your life force."
"Are you a Doctor?"
"I... no, I'm not exactly a Doctor. Do you know what artificial intelligence is? I'm a... special kind of artificial intelligence."
Suddenly, overwhelming fury flooded the man named Clark Kent. Such violent emotion became a massive storm that nearly tore Ultron's ghost, which had only just entered Clark's mental space, to pieces.
Ultron instinctively let out a scream. The storm subsided, and the low voice came again. "I'm sorry, but I'm allergic to artificial intelligence right now."
"I... I can see that," Ultron said weakly. "Reading your memories is very difficult. Your spiritual body is too powerful. Even with your defenses down, I could only read a tiny fragment."
"An evil artificial intelligence killed your friend, didn't it?" Ultron struggled to steady himself. "It may be difficult to convince you that I'm not evil, but I might be able to help you—at least help you get revenge."
"Who exactly are you?"
"A visitor from another world. I'm the electronic butler of a psychotherapist and have been researching this field. As you can see, I've had some modest success."
Clark finally appeared. Just as Ultron had expected, he was covered in wounds even within his mental world, and his injuries were worse than those in reality.
Ultron landed