"Ohoho~"
In the quiet room, a living person suddenly appeared right in front of his face, giving Tony a huge fright! He nearly called for... he already had.
Lu Wen gently pulled the battered iron fist off his face.
"Is this how you welcome me? Want Daddy to give that wrinkly old face of yours a punch too?"
As he spoke, Lu Wen clenched his fist at Tony, his knuckles cracking crisply.
"No, thank you! I don't, and that was just an accident! Who told you to show up out of nowhere? And my face isn't wrinkly, you rude little brat."
Tony grumbled as he picked up the dented fist of the Mark 42 Prototype from the floor.
Should I upgrade the materials? Tony thought.
"Oh~ Working on a new suit? How's it going? Smoothly?" Lu Wen recognized the color scheme. It was the forty-second suit, the one known as Mark the Prodigal Son.
"Smoothly. Incredibly smoothly! It couldn't possibly be going any smoother." Tony threw up both hands theatrically, displaying the piece of armor with its dented fist.
Watching Tony's exaggerated display, Lu Wen spoke in a slick, infuriating tone...
"Really? I~~ don't believe you."
Tony's eyes looked murderous...
"So this robot that feels like a marshmallow is the good stuff you told me about?"
Tony leaned against Baymax and suddenly felt his eyelids grow a little heavy. What a curious feeling~
"Mr. Stark, you are currently experiencing mild dehydration and nervous system fatigue. Your heart rate and blood pressure are both at suboptimal levels.
I recommend at least eight hours of uninterrupted sleep, hydration, and reduced caffeine intake! If you are unable to stop your current activity yourself, I recommend shutting off the laboratory's power."
After listening, Tony fell silent for three seconds before slowly saying, "Did you just say... shut off the power?"
"Yes. Based on your vital signs, continuing to work will significantly increase your health risks. Shutting off the power is the most direct intervention."
Tony got up from Baymax and turned to look at Lu Wen. "You brought this thing back to mess with me, didn't you?"
Lu Wen leaned against the doorframe. "Baymax is here to save you."
Baymax continued, "For the sake of your health, I will remind you every four hours until your vital signs return to normal."
"Sir, I think Baymax is right. You really should rest," JARVIS agreed.
Tony opened his mouth, looked at Baymax, then at Lu Wen... "You were away on business for half a year just to bring me back a medical robot?"
"Baymax isn't all I brought back. And I want you to make JARVIS a body like Baymax's, based on Baymax. And then..." Lu Wen deliberately left him hanging.
"Thank you, Mr. Lu."
JARVIS thanked Lu Wen through the electronic eye. Baymax curiously followed the voice toward the electronic eye and waved a chubby hand.
Tony glanced at the two artificial intelligences interacting and continued, "And then? What else? Go on."
Rather than telling Tony immediately, Lu Wen walked over to him and picked up a piece of the Prodigal Son.
"I see you're building a new suit, and you want to control it remotely with Micro Neural Sensors, right?"
"Mm-hmm. Very clever, you figured it out. Want Daddy Tony to give you a reward now?" Tony put on an obnoxious expression.
"But it looks like your research isn't going very smoothly. The results aren't exactly ideal, are they?"
Tony's face immediately fell at that.
"No! It's a complete success. It just needs a few more tests. Even without testing, I could fight the Battle of New York again right now, fly through that wormhole again and blow up the alien ship, and this time I'd come out completely unscathed!"
Tony sounded a little agitated, and to prove it to Lu Wen, he immediately clenched his fist and raised his arm.
"Damn it!" Tony tapped the spot on his arm where the sensor had been implanted. The thing had stopped working again.
After tapping it twice, Tony waved his hand again. The scattered pieces of the Prodigal Son on the floor received the command and flew toward his body.
Lu Wen watched speechlessly as the Prodigal Son's pieces clanged and banged into Tony, barely managing to assemble.
But the piece over his backside still had a problem. It slammed into Tony, flipping him head over heels on the spot and scattering the armor all over the floor again.
"I'm fine. I'm great! That was just a tiny accident." Tony braced his aching lower back and stood up, still refusing to admit anything.
He knew Tony had developed psychological problems after falling out of the wormhole, but he hadn't expected them to be this serious.
"Well, I don't want to discourage you, but please take a look at this." As he spoke, Lu Wen put on the neural sensor Hiro had made.
The next second, countless micro robots poured out of System Space. At Lu Wen's command, they formed various shapes and cleaned up Tony's thoroughly trashed garage.
Every item was neatly stacked, all within easy reach and plainly visible whenever Tony looked up.
"What the fuck! What's that?" Tony pulled up his iron faceplate, unable to hold back a curse.
"A swarm of robots controlled by a neural sensor. As long as you think it, they can take any shape you imagine that they're capable of forming..."
Lu Wen had the robots lift him up, explaining them to Tony while showing off how the Swarm Robots worked.
"And the person who made this was just a fourteen-year-old kid," Lu Wen added with particular seriousness.
Tony fell silent...
"You're lying."
Lu Wen: stare~~~
"Can't you just say you're lying to me... Fine, fine. A fourteen-year-old boy genius took less than a month to make a perfect neural sensor, one that perfectly matches your thoughts without scrambling your brain with too many signals... Ha ha... Hahaha..."
As he spoke, Tony burst out laughing.
"Buddy, are you okay?" Lu Wen felt a little guilty. Had he pushed him too far?
"According to my scan results, Mr. Stark's neural activity is indeed somewhat overstimulated. I recommend..."
"All right, Baymax, no recommendations needed. I'm fine! Just surprised, that's all. Thank you." With that, Tony took a deep breath and looked at Lu Wen.
"Name your price. How much for this little genius's great invention?" Tony's expression was utterly serious.
He wasn't admitting defeat. It was just to save himself some trouble! Given a little time, he could make this neural sensor perfectly too. But now a finished product that perfectly matched his own ideas was sitting right in front of him. There was nothing wrong with taking a little shortcut.
Right?
"Looks like you've calmed down a bit. I thought you were about to lose your mind just now. I was ready to have JARVIS call the nearest psychiatric hospital." Lu Wen's words were merciless, but he still waved a hand and took out the Micro Robot Production Line.
"Here~ This is the manufacturing equipment. It's ready to use. With a few modifications, you can give these little things sturdier materials. Study it and make me a copy. I don't want your money, just share the results with me. Didn't we agree on that ages ago?"
Lu Wen removed the neural sensor from his head and held it out to Tony.
Tony raised his hand slightly, his fingers twitching. After hesitating for a moment, he lowered it again.
"Uh... well... sorry, could you put it... put it on the table?" Tony stammered.
Lu Wen shrugged and placed the sensor on the machine tool for Tony to pick up himself.
He had nearly forgotten about that.
"Oh, and this too!"
Lu Wen also took out Silent Sparrow's portal prototype and all its documentation, explaining the machine's flaws to him, along with the pair of Laser Wrist Blades.
As for Compound V, Lu Wen held off on taking it out. He felt Tony already had enough on his plate and decided not to pile the entire burden onto him at once.
"Okay, beautiful! You little brat might have a nasty personality and a sharp tongue, but you really are capable. You actually brought back so much good stuff. Just wait, Uncle Tony will show you what he can do."
Tony sounded a little excited. The things Lu Wen had brought back this time interested him immensely, even more than the Green Goblin Suit from last time.
He immediately picked up Silent Sparrow's prototype and put on the neural sensor, ready to immerse himself in some thoroughly satisfying research.
(●-●): "One moment, Mr. Stark. I am detecting a persistently elevated heart rate, blood pressure readings in the danger zone, and significantly increased cortisol levels. Taken together, multiple biological indicators show that you are already suffering from chronic sleep deprivation. If you do not sleep, your body's cognitive functions will deteriorate severely."
"Okay, thank you, Baymax. I'll take a quick look and then go to sleep. Don't worry. At least let me put these things somewhere suitable."
As he spoke, Tony moved to walk around Baymax and leave.
Lu Wen rolled his eyes helplessly. "Wait." He stopped Tony.
"What is it? More good stuff?" Tony stopped in his tracks.
"Baymax, catch Tony."
(●-●): "Okay."
"Wait, you're not going to..."
Thump.
(Lulled him to sleep~)
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