At 7:30 in the morning, Jarvis began his routine checks. The diligent AI butler spent three minutes gathering, compiling, and filtering the day's news, then processed the weather forecast and reviewed the day's schedule before sounding the alarm precisely at eight.
"Annie's Wonderland," performed by the Bandari Band, woke the sleeping Tony Stark. Pepper, his girlfriend and secretary, had flown to Europe the day before for an acquisition and was not by his side.
So Tony, alone in his empty room, had no choice but to finish a bag of chips and an ice-cold soda while watching the last century's classic, Breakfast at Tiffany's, before falling deeply asleep with Audrey Hepburn's beautiful face lingering in his mind.
Jarvis deactivated the glass projection and let sunlight into the room, then reported the day's weather in an authentic London accent. By the time Tony entered the bathroom, the words echoing in his ears had turned into the packed schedule awaiting him.
"Jarvis, when are you going to stop being so dedicated?"
Tony said through a mouthful of toothpaste as he brushed his teeth.
"Sir, all my actions originate from the program you set." Jarvis answered in a rigid tone. "Yesterday, you instructed me to devise a healthy daily routine to ensure that you would not waste even a single minute."
"Humans sometimes tell little lies, especially in front of women. As an artificial intelligence, you should be able to tell the difference."
Tony shrugged helplessly. It had merely been something nice to say in front of Pepper, much like the countless times he had claimed he would attend Stark Industries' Board of Directors meetings.
"Killian's Extremis Virus keeps my body brimming with energy. Implanting armor layers into the bones is truly a genius idea."
Tony stepped barefoot across the floor. Freshly made