The Playboy's Daily Life

To portray himself as a playboy in the eyes of outsiders, Tony Stark has woken up next to an unknown woman countless times. He walks out of his room in his bathrobe.

After winding through a long corridor, I finally saw my highly paid personal assistant sitting in the first-floor living room. She was using a laptop to organize reports that Tony Stark, the chairman of Stark Industries, should be looking at.

"Pepper, tidy up my room." With that, she walked across the second-floor hallway, heading to take a shower.

"Yes, boss," Virginia Potts replied listlessly.

The task assigned to her certainly wasn't to clean the boss's private room. That kind of thing was handled by the servants hired by the household. What Virginia Potts had to deal with was that lady who had appeared out of nowhere.

Tony Stark never had a steady partner, nor did he solicit female companions. His targets for seduction were extremely diverse and unpredictable.

Unless the plot against him today is to assassinate him, Tony Stark's choice of bed partners essentially eliminates any attempt to control him through women. He certainly wouldn't tell too many people about this; only Happy Hogan knows.

So the ignorant Virginia Potts, her personal assistant, had quite a few complaints about her job. If it weren't for the high salary and the fact that her other duties were indeed related to her profession, she would have quit long ago, constantly being Pepper Potts ".

At first, she always tried to send these women away in a kind and gentle manner. Tony Stark's generosity was undeniable; he might give them a high-end dress or expensive jewelry, which the women would then take with them.

But no one didn't hope to actually snag this rich husband, and everyone tried every means to stay and become Tony Stark's girlfriend. Everyone thought that last night's connection had reached a soul level, and that they couldn't live without each other.

In order to get rid of the people, Virginia Potts had to resort to some rough methods and words.

At first, she was worried that doing this would offend her boss.

She later realized that as long as she didn't grab those women by the hair and drag them out like dead dogs, Tony Stark wouldn't say much, and she knew where this scumbag's bottom line was.

Her skills and words in sending these women away are becoming increasingly adept, to the point of being despicable.

Even Virginia Potts loathed herself.

After handing the people in the room over to Pepper Potts, Tony Stark lay in the bathtub and ignored everything else.

He hasn't yet deployed the voice control devices and sensors throughout the house. So Tony Stark can only open the laptop next to the bathtub, making sure to turn the camera in a harmless direction.

"JARVIS, how did A.L.B.B.Y.'s game go yesterday? Are you still losing to Miss A in terms of study efficiency lately? Has anything related to me appeared on any of the message boards recently? Or anything that might be of interest to me?"

A familiar male voice came from the laptop's speakers. "Sir, judging from the win-loss curve, the learning efficiency and reaction speed of the self-learning Artificial Intelligence A.L.B.B.Y. are still inferior to Miss A -A."

Where do you think we went wrong?

JARVIS, Artificial Intelligence, replied, "In terms of response speed, with existing chip architectures, no commercially available chip outperforms Hollywood Kid's custom chip."

"Even those laboratory products can't match Miss A's computing speed. There's a 90% chance that Mr. Brown used a new, unknown chip architecture, which greatly improved computing power."

"There's a 9% chance he found a way to connect supercomputers in parallel. With the known parallel computing architecture, at least five Hollywood Kid working together would be needed to achieve the current level of computing power."

"The remaining 1% possibility is that Mr. Brown finds a way to connect supercomputers in parallel and hacks into other supercomputers already in service, turning them into zombies and secretly using their computing power."

"In terms of learning efficiency, Mr. Brown has a 70% chance of using several recent new mathematical papers on the Scientific Forum to update Miss A's algorithm logic."

"The 30% chance lies in using unknown new logic to update the underlying algorithm, making Miss A much faster than A.L.B.B.Y. in iterative learning efficiency."

Tony Stark, curious, looked at the screen and asked, "What new papers might be useful?"

Several webpage windows immediately appeared on the small screen of the laptop, displaying the contents of the paper that JARVIS had reported.

"Topology? That means that for every move Miss A makes, it's not just about the immediate move; it's very likely that she's simultaneously reviewing historical games to find similar moves and make predictions! What If...? that's the case, how high is the computing power behind Miss A?"

JARVIS paused for a few seconds, clearly processing new information. "According to calculations, Miss A's computing power needs to be more than twenty-five times that of the Hollywood Kid to match its reaction speed performance."

"Based on the new conditions, it is determined that Mr. Brown used chips with the new architecture in 99% of cases. This is because existing supercomputers, even when connected in parallel, cannot achieve the same level of computing power."

Tony Stark, flipping through the papers, suddenly noticed an article JARVIS had proposed. "This one has already been disproven. Why do you think it's useful? Will Artificial Intelligence become senile? Or has someone solved it?"

"This conclusion is based on the fact that this math problem is in a similar range to the others," JARVIS replied.

Tony Stark scrolled through the discussion threads under the paper that had been disproven. Everyone was discussing being criticized by the moderator CK.

The errors were pointed out, but no one could provide the correct answers.

The young master muttered to himself, "So that guy has already solved the problem?" As one of the very few people who knew who CK was, it was only natural for Tony Stark to have this suspicion.

Intrigued, Tony Stark half-hanged on the edge of the bathtub and began to work out the errors. He wanted to see just how simple this unsolved mathematical problem was that allowed that guy to solve it and use it in his algorithm.

"Anything else to report?" Tony Stark asked casually.

On the secret message board, Skye posted another circuit diagram for an electronic tracker, asking if there were any countermeasures.

Tony Stark glanced at the hand-drawn picture casually and said somewhat boredly, "This is elementary school level stuff. Just reply to her with the contents of paragraphs two through thirteen from file C23-49."

"Honestly, I thought I could use this little girl to force out some of that guy's trump cards. Turns out it's all this cheap stuff."

JARVIS interrupted, saying, "Sir, should I remind you? This is something professional spies are already using."

"Even professional skills have different levels. This kind of low-level gadget wouldn't even get a second glance from the CIA," Tony Stark grumbled about his own Artificial Intelligence.

He immediately realized what was happening and chuckled to himself. "Honestly, why did I take it so seriously? Oh, right, JARVIS, connect me to Miss C-Sis. I want to see what that guy's interactive Artificial Intelligence looks like now."