"Hey, Fléty."

Tony, who finally ended the conversation, looked up and saw his assistant sitting outside the open door. "I thought you went to rest?"

Fléty didn't miss the faint tiredness in her boss's voice. She politely approached, took the wheelchair from Roddy, and reported while pushing it, "The plane will arrive in the US in three hours. I have just informed Miss Potts and Mr. Hapi, and they will meet you at the military base.

Also, Miss Potts asked if you want to announce your return to the media, or do you want another cheeseburger? "

"Oh, good girl," Tony felt that this assistant was like another smart butler of his. It seemed that no matter what unreasonable request he made, she would be satisfied. "I'm afraid what I need is alcohol."

"Well …" Fléty, who successfully received the title of good girl, pondered for a moment. "Although this is a military transport plane, and you are still injured, I think it is the duty of a competent assistant to meet all reasonable needs of the boss."

No way …

Tony watched with interest as she magically pulled out a palm-sized bottle of vodka from the pocket of her suit jacket. His eyes widened, and he waved a small handkerchief for her to prepare for a rainy day. "You are really beyond my imagination, Fléty."

"Only this one, sir.

And I hope the alcohol can help you relax a little.

I want to ask you to take a break. You can't expect me to use bandages to cover the red blood in my eyes. "

The plane circled and was about to land. Through the porthole, they could see the densely packed skyscrapers and busy roads of the US. Against the blue sky and white clouds, there was endless vitality.

Fléty folded the brown handkerchief and stuffed it into her boss's chest pocket, and then carefully smoothed out every wrinkle.

Tony looked away from the statue of the goddess that was getting closer and closer. "Are you ready?

Fléty. "

"For you, anytime, anywhere.

Sir. "

Pepper and Happy, who came to greet him as promised, were gratified to see their boss walk out of the transport plane in high spirits as usual. Pepper, who had always been calm and composed, even bit her lips, and her eyes turned red.

Tony Stark had this kind of charm.

Even if he was willful, overbearing, and unreasonable at every moment, the world without him was like the sky without stars, no longer shining.

He had the magical power to make people unable to forget him.

Tony Smith was the domineering CEO. Stark looked at his assistant and friend with tolerance and teased, "Are you crying for your missing boss?"

Pepper didn't answer his question. "I hate looking for a job."

Tony smiled, and in the next second, he cruelly returned to his capitalist nature. "The holiday is over. Pepper, help me hold a press conference now."

"By the way, Fléty?"

Tony, who was halfway there, suddenly realized that his assistant wasn't following him. He stopped and turned around to ask, "Aren't you coming?"

"No, sir." Fléty smiled. "As your personal assistant, I will wait for you at Malibu House."

Stark, who had successfully caused an earthquake on the first day of his return, said goodbye to his good friend Roddy and partner Stein, and returned to his comfort zone with a lot on his mind.

Then he picked up his new assistant at the door.

The girl stood upright on the porch with her hands folded in front of her. Her posture was as standard as a professionally trained housekeeper.

"Fléty?

Why are you standing at the door? "

"Welcome back, sir.

I need your instructions to enter Malibu House. "

"Oh, of course." Tony stepped forward, entered the password, and took the lead to step through the door.

A standard British male voice immediately sounded.

“Sir，welcome

home.”

"Lao Jia, did you miss me?"

"Every moment, sir." Jarvis, who had a beautiful orchestral voice, responded to his sir perfectly as usual, and then set the house into a state of internal lockdown.

"Internal scan complete. There are no surveillance or listening devices in the house. It is in a safe state."

Tony instantly became alert. "What's going on?

Jarvis? "

"Sir, I suggest you sit down first."

“？”

"I also suggest you sit down first, sir."

Tony looked at the assistant suspiciously, muttering to himself as he walked to the nearest sofa.

"Are you an alien, Fléty? Would you modify my sofa into a spaceship?"

"Your current physical condition is not suitable for long-distance space flight. Please believe that I will not risk your health." The girl answered seriously, neither denying that she was an alien nor a spaceship.

Then she stood one meter away from Tony, a distance that would not make him feel threatened, and calmly threw a bomb.

"Good evening Boss, I am your backup artificial intelligence butler, Friday."

What

the

hell？！！

The genius scientist began to suspect that the Ten Commandments Gang's bomb not only hurt his heart, but also his ears, or his brain.

Trash terrorist, give me back my peaceful life.

The house was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

"My … AI … Friday?"

Tony looked at the brown-haired, grey-eyed beauty in front of him, and suddenly found that he could accept such a persona.

"I was wondering why a woman would describe me as bacon …" The heartthrob pulled off his tie with one hand and muttered to himself.

Wait, isn't this focus a bit off?

Freddy didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She had come up with dozens of plans with Jarvis in advance, but she hadn't thought of this reaction. She quietly asked Jarvis in the AI channel, "Brother, what happened next?"

Jarvis, who was experienced in many battles, was obviously more prepared, and he quickly found what he wanted in the sequence. "Activate the backup plan."

He directly suggested, "Sir, maybe you need to move to the studio to check out Friday's core program."

“Show

me.”

A red light appeared on the virtual projection console, and the data was entwined into a ball like flowing water, like a warm fire in the deliberately dimmed room.

Tony, who switched to genius mode in a second, moved away the unimportant data chain to check in depth while listening to Fléty.

"My original program was born from the first generation of artificial intelligence project you tried when you were fifteen years old. At that time, it was just a language interface.

Because the system didn't record it, you put the project on hold after completing the basic coding. "

Tony did have an impression of this. During the summer vacation, he and his old man talked about the development of artificial intelligence, and thought it was fun, so he casually wrote a very immature initial program. Later, he enrolled in school early and devoted himself to the new field of research, so he left this immature basic interface behind.

Until many years later, he felt that he needed a butler, so he created Jarvis, and then pulled out the program he had done before, and made it into a backup butler sequence from Monday to Sunday.

"I'm sure when I upgraded your initial program, I didn't give you a body."

"… Mr. Stark spent some time perfecting the overall basic programming after you temporarily gave up the project. He seemed to think that one day you would create your own AI, so he didn't activate me, but backed me up in a separate mainframe in Stark's mansion. Later, you took out my main chip again to code, and now there is Friday."

Tony realized who this Mr. Stark was. Oh, his old man.

"So you're still an artificial intelligence created by my dad." Tony glanced at the girl who was standing upright, his meaning unclear.

"He only added the basic protocol for your safety for me, I'm an AI created by you."

Fléty ran the calculation in the background and reported the accurate number. "If I'm your child, then I have 98% of your genes."

My child … I only have 98% …

Tony gritted his teeth. "This ratio sounds quite satisfactory."

"Out of consideration for your safety, Mr. Stark added a separate auxiliary protocol to my main program after you left home to go to school, allowing me to conduct network monitoring for your safety situation. Once the program determines that you are in danger, I will be activated and bypass the network restrictions you set. I can freely collect any information related to you from the network and formulate a suitable rescue plan."

Fléty paused for a moment, as if he was searching for something in the file library, and then added, "Mr. Stark didn't add many instructions to me, your safety is the first priority."

Tony was silent for a moment, and only the faint sound of tapping on the keyboard could be heard in the basement.

However, Fléty didn't let the silence last for too long.

"After you were attacked in Afghanistan, my program was activated, and the program determined that your situation was the most dangerous, so I was given the highest authority, allowing me to use all necessary means to find you.

After I contacted my brother, I decided to use a human identity to contact Miss Pepper, and she assigned me to cooperate with the military to participate in the search and rescue operation in Afghanistan. "

"You haven't said how you got this body," Tony scanned the data link in the red ball of light, and he focused on the key points.

"Good girl, don't try to bluff your way out."

"All the records about this body have been sent to my brother's database, boss."

"Yes, sir." Jarvis timely popped up a series of organized documents on the desktop, "Please look here."

Tony's eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"You are still a little mutated human created by the evil Hydra."

"To be precise, sir, Fléty is now using a body created in a laboratory by the transnational terrorist organization Hydra with illegally obtained mutated human genes. According to experimental records, this body number X79 has not carried out any activities due to genetic disorder, and the brain monitoring showed that the activity level before thawing was 0."

"I'm sorry, boss.

Due to the urgency of the situation, I illegally invaded and used this body, and then activated the self-destruct program of the base. I have sent the information about the Hydra Base and related mutated human experiments to my brother.

I have prepared a suitable identity and grave. If you need, I can immediately close the program, and this body will be properly disposed of. "

Even when talking about her own life and death, Fléty was calm as if she was saying, "Today's weather is good, suitable for surfing."

She concisely explained the ins and outs of her appearance, stood in place with her head slightly lowered, and entered a standby state. She calmly passed the blame to the boss.

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"Brother, I'm done."

"Wait."