When the group woke up, Stark climbed off the floor, shook out his wrists, twisted his waist, and said, "Next time you send us into a dream, could you give us a heads-up?"
Nick, standing nearby, rolled his neck and said, "I think I twisted my neck."
"Then you can expense your medical bills again," Schiller said with a smile.
"Oh, please. My medical expense allowance has been reimbursed all the way through the year 1200. Let's hope I live that long," Nick said with a shrug.
"Next, we need to visit the lab where you conducted the experiment. If he was still an incomplete artificial intelligence when he broke free, then even if he knew how to destroy evidence, he wouldn't have done a very thorough job," Schiller suggested.
Nick immediately summoned a helicopter, and the Helicarrier took them to Pym's laboratory. Pym's lab was an underground base in Los Angeles on the West Coast, one he had been using since World War II.
It was not as luxurious as Stark Tower, but it had been continuously repaired and renovated over the years, so it still looked quite good.
After arriving at the laboratory, Pym began searching through his memories, trying to figure out exactly what he had been doing that afternoon. After turning on the computer, he discovered that he had absolutely no memory of the code in the latter half of that day's files.
"That's impossible. If I wrote this myself, I would definitely remember it." Pym's expression turned grave. Only now did he begin to believe that something so absurd might truly have happened.
"Hey, what's this?" Stark found a stack of documents in a filing cabinet. He sharply caught several technical terms in their contents and said, "You were researching brainwaves?"
"Let me see... Are