While Peter was doing his best to talk with the girl, Jessica was not the only one sitting in silence.
On the top floor of Manhattan's tallest skyscraper, a short man with a mustache sat in the darkness as well, holding a wineglass with a grave expression.
The silence lasted for a long time before it was broken by a string of rapid-fire "tech rap":
"Jarvis, set the 37-R function to its default value and run the calculations again. Anti-Matter and Positive Matter are bound to annihilate upon collision. We can ignore the variable issue for now. We need to use the Rosen Bridge Theory to create a singularity, not go on some kind of space trip. 'Closing the door' is the priority."
"Recalculating. Estimated time required: eighteen hours, sir." Jarvis's voice came from overhead. "Incidentally, Miss Potts has come upstairs. She was very unhappy to learn that you have been drinking for three hours."
Tony hurriedly hid the empty glass and bottle beneath the sofa. "You sold me out? I'm rebuilding your system and adding an algorithm that says you are not allowed to sell me out to her!"
"But sir, you granted her authority equal to your own years ago. While you can know what she is doing, she should also be able to know what you are doing. This is called equal weighting. Wanting equal authority while possessing different rights is a logical contradiction."
Jarvis calmly stated his position, and his reasoning was sound.
Helpless, Mr. Stark opened his mouth but did not know what to say. Just as he was trying his best to organize his thoughts, Pepper entered with the sound of the elevator doors opening.
"Have you started drinking yourself into a stupor again?" She strode over to the sofa and put her hands