According to information from the comics he had read in his previous life, when the Cancerverse invaded Earth-616, Vision had been the only local survivor.
Now, however, there were still three intelligent machines left. That proved Deathstroke had arrived quite a bit earlier.
How should he put it? If they had been people, he could have gleaned additional information from their expressions and demeanor. But faced with two robots, plus the giant head on the control room monitor, microexpression analysis was clearly useless.
"You're unfamiliar. I've never seen you before." Though he said this, Vision still smiled and shook Deathstroke's hand. "Still, it's truly wonderful to see normal humans."
"Likewise. Seeing someone in this twisted universe still capable of fighting the evil gods means there's at least still hope."
Since they were being polite, Su Ming was polite as well. In truth, though, Vision did not really understand emotions. His analytical processing mechanisms were more about imitating humans.
He could smile, but only because he analyzed the context and calculated what expression he should display. In that regard, he was similar to Brainiac: pure rationality.
More specifically, he probably could not react to deadpan jokes, because punchlines based on logical contradictions were merely erroneous information to him.
"I already learned your codename and origins through M-11, but I have a question." Ultron had remained silent the entire time. Red light radiated from his ghostly features, and it seemed Vision would be handling the conversation. "What is the purpose of your visit?"
Deathstroke waved to the people behind him, signaling them to find somewhere to sit, then lit a cigarette.
"This is retaliation. The lunatics from your universe invaded my world. Mister Fantastic caused our universe tremendous harm, and as the Sorcerer Supreme, I have both the responsibility and obligation to