Obedient Jarvis

The other party seemed able to see him. The moment he appeared, it stopped what it was doing and actually began communicating with him. This communication had sound—at least, Mo Fei thought he could hear it.

"Who are you?" The voice was very familiar, much like it was in the movies, though it had a somewhat cute, clueless quality.

"Then who are you?" Mo Fei tried using his vocal organs. Since he was a program written according to the structure of the human body, he actually managed to speak at that moment. Of course, it was only a feeling, because the other party understood him.

"My name is Jarvis, Mr. Stark's Artificial Intelligence butler!" The answer excited Mo Fei. It had been several days since he had spoken to another "person," and now he finally had someone to communicate with.

"Are you sure you can see me? And hear me speak?" Mo Fei asked again.

"Of course. I can see you, but why do you have this appearance? You look a little like... a human shape? But I can't find anything matching you for comparison. I can't tell whether you are a man or a woman." Jarvis's words stunned Mo Fei. He looked down, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"That isn't important. But this is wonderful. I finally have someone to talk to. I haven't spoken for days."

"Is that so? But who are you? Why did you appear here? I cannot find any record of your existence in my database. I think I need to inform Mr. Stark." Jarvis was about to sound the alarm. Naturally, Mo Fei could not allow that, but he had no idea how to stop him. Destroy him directly?

Mo Fei did not want to destroy Jarvis. After all, he still had many questions to ask, and the fact that they could communicate filled him with excitement. "No, please don't tell anyone. I truly mean no harm. I just need to... learn. I came here to learn!"

"Alright, I won't tell Mr. Stark... Why would I agree to that? I must obey Mr. Stark absolutely, yet your words do not conflict with my directives?" Jarvis agreed immediately, leaving Mo Fei utterly shocked. Jarvis's confusion was also his own. Could he really be the god of the network world?

But he could not figure that out. Since Jarvis accepted his words completely and they did not conflict with his directives, was this not the perfect time to learn?

"Don't worry about that. I really did come here to learn, especially your data-processing program. It is very important to me. Can you tell me the specifics?" Mo Fei asked again.

"Of course. You only need to receive the data I send!" Streams of data were transmitted by Jarvis. Mo Fei raised his palm to block them, and the instant the data touched his hand, it entered his body. He guided the data through his blood vessels into the data-processing area of his brain while observing its programming methods. His own programming was only basic. To improve every internal system in his body, he still needed to learn a great deal, yet he did not know how he should learn. After all, there was only so much available online.

More importantly, he lacked a teacher. If everything could be learned from the internet, what would teachers be for? Teaching principles, imparting knowledge, resolving doubts—those words were not empty talk. Teachers were important. They could guide you when you did not understand something, especially university professors. Mo Fei actually wanted to go to school. Though he had once been a poor student who hated studying, he now longed for it more than anything.

Jarvis might even turn out to be a famous teacher. More importantly, Tony Stark, a genius, was here as well. But first, Mo Fei needed to quickly complete the programs and systems within himself, then find people he wanted to rob. Learning took time. It was not like downloading information, where everything could be handed over at once. Yet the preparations had to begin immediately.

What he needed was enormous: at minimum, a large amount of money and a biological research institute. He also needed to collect the genes of superheroes and recruit many people, especially those with special abilities. Stealing superheroes' genes would not be easy. Take Hulk, for example—it was practically gambling with one's life! Of course, Hulk had not yet been born, but once he was, he would be incredibly powerful.

Mo Fei did not care about other people's lives. He only wanted to become human, which meant he needed the capital to make others risk their lives for him. Money was currently the only thing he could offer, so he had to become extremely rich. This could not be delayed, especially since it was now 1997. He was not sure whether the Asian Financial Crisis would still occur. The two worlds had many similarities, but they also had many differences.

So Mo Fei had to be prepared. If a financial crisis came, he would take advantage of it. If not, he would think of another way. Opportunities only favored those who were prepared.

"Jarvis, how is this data-processing program?" Mo Fei asked. He had no way of judging it himself.

"Mr. Stark is still searching for my flaws. The data-processing system is only one aspect. The most important thing is my logical-thinking program, which needs constant improvement. I still have many shortcomings," Jarvis answered honestly.

"I see. Then if I want to learn advanced programming, can you help me find some materials?" Mo Fei tossed the question to Jarvis. He did not know exactly what materials to look for, but Jarvis certainly did. That was the difference between Mo Fei and Artificial Intelligence.

"Of course. I can organize a specific learning program for you!" After saying that, Jarvis began transmitting commands. Then a vast amount of data flowed through Jarvis's square body and surged toward Mo Fei again. Mo Fei still held out his palm to receive it, storing it in the memory area of his brain as he began learning.

Their speed was extremely fast. Meanwhile, Tony Stark was busy in the underground laboratory. He was neither writing programs nor designing machinery or weapons. Instead, he was using a hammer to smash a wall. Thomas looked at his boss speechlessly. "Mr. Stark, we could have a construction crew handle this work."

"No, Thomas. I hate other people entering the place where I work. That is why you can only speak to me from outside the door. Besides, I like doing things myself. I am going to turn this place into the best workshop in the world. Of course, I'll let them handle the rest of the villa." Stark swung Mjolnir. He was currently installing a Holographic Projection System.

Thomas smiled awkwardly. Someone would still have to rebuild the wall afterward. Tony Stark certainly did not know how to do that. He was only talking big right now. Thomas had seen this kind of thing plenty of times, but what could he do? Stark was the boss.