"Though my body is made of metal, the way I operate is completely different from Artificial Intelligence." Vision remained patient. "I don't know what misunderstanding you have, but this is who I am—a being like humans, using a chaotic model of thought. A robot influenced by emotions. It may sound strange, but it is true. My behavioral patterns do not entirely follow logic."
"Because of that stone, right?" Wanda nodded. "Looks like my teacher was right. That stone has had an even greater influence on you than we imagined."
"I admit that this stone gave me intelligence, and I also admit that it has influenced me. I do not know what this stone is. I am still learning about it, and every day I gain much knowledge from it." Vision began chattering tirelessly, explaining what knowledge it had gained from the stone. Yet after speaking nonstop for two minutes, it finally realized that Wanda Maximoff had no interest in its knowledge. "If you despise me merely because I do not understand this stone, that would be too unreasonable." It paused, then said sadly, "I never expected to hear those words from you, Wanda. I thought we were the same kind of people."
"It's not that simple, Vision." Wanda Maximoff sighed and quickened her work. Its words were rather emotional, but in Salomon's eyes, it had never been a life-form. It was merely a tool born from a fortunate coincidence. Having received an education, Wanda naturally accepted that view as well. Its attempt to compare itself to Wanda's circumstances and evoke her empathy received no approval. Now, Wanda had encountered many people exactly like herself—at least, in her own mind, she was no different from those Kamar-Taj Arcanists. The only difference was that she had not accepted Kamar-Taj's iron laws, but