Inside the Elder Council's Laboratory, Stark stood in the Control Room of the Animus, studying the marvelous machine before him.
Sophia, the inventor of the Animus, and her father, Alan, stood behind Stark, gazing at his back in despair.
With the Iron Man Armor and seven Flying Swords at his command, Stark had needed barely ten minutes to slaughter every Security Guard in the Laboratory, along with the Angel warriors who had tried to cover the two key figures' escape...
Stark wasn't just some hardened Hell's Kitchen brawler. He didn't make a habit of killing indiscriminately.
So many of the Laboratory's researchers had survived, as had the two people responsible for everything.
Stark plugged a data cable into the Laboratory's central computer and began downloading the Animus files.
Sophia sneered, "Iron Man's interested in other people's inventions? Should I expect a big check?"
Stark glanced back at Sophia and smiled. "The Animus is a genius invention. I'll admit I'm a little interested in it.
"If you need one, I can write you a check right now. But first, you have to survive."
Sophia grew a little agitated. "Why?
"Human history is a history of violence. The impact of antisocial behavior on the economy is immeasurable.
"The violence ingrained in our genes keeps us from finding the right path forward.
"What we need to do is find a way to cure violence, remove the violence gene from the human body, and let everyone enjoy a peaceful, happy life.
"What did we do wrong?"
Stark looked at Sophia with curiosity. "You could get the same result by removing people's frontal lobes. Why go to all this trouble to eliminate the so-called violence gene from the human body?
"Have you asked anyone else what they think?
"If violence is something we're born with,