It had to be some kind of weak Artificial Intelligence. It couldn't possibly be Artificial Intelligence on J.A.R.V.I.S.'s level. Tony, who had personally developed J.A.R.V.I.S., knew full well just how difficult it was to create Artificial Intelligence. Even a once-in-a-generation genius like Chang Wei would find it hard to accomplish.
He was simply too young. Chang Wei looked far younger than Tony Stark—one was a young man in his early twenties, while the other was a middle-aged man nearing forty, or perhaps already forty.
Yet he had already completed scientific research projects that many people could never accomplish in their entire lives.
Thermonuclear Fusion Reactor, new elements, new materials—which one of those wasn't an invention that could change the world and shine across every century of human history?
Faced with such a series of inventions capable of rewriting the course of human history, even Tony had to admit that Chang Wei's genius was beyond imagination.
How could someone possibly be this much of a genius?
"Michael, say hello to Mr. Stark and his Artificial Intelligence."
As soon as Chang Wei finished speaking, a voice came from his immaculate white Power Armor.
"Hello, Mr. Stark, Mr. J.A.R.V.I.S. I am Michael."
It was a voice filled with the alluring charm of a mature woman.
"H-How did you do that?"
Tony's voice trembled slightly. He felt as though his worldview was being overturned.
Chang Wei smiled faintly, confidence glinting in his eyes. "Everyone has their own secret weapon, Mr. Stark. My research into Artificial Intelligence may not go as deep as yours, but I have my own methods."
"I didn't try to build a brand-new J.A.R.V.I.S. from scratch. Instead, I adopted an interdisciplinary strategy, integrating the latest findings from neuroscience, quantum computing, psychology, and other fields to create a new intelligence model—Michael."
"Neuroscience,