An hour later, the "arsenal" left the pustule of hope.

They crossed the border, watching as the field was re-covered in a colored mist behind them. Wanda couldn't help but ask Michael, "Are you done?" ”

"Sort of."

"How?"

"It's going well." Michael replied casually.

He didn't really want to discuss the fate of the Death First with Wanda, and he didn't believe Wanda would want to know either.

Tony's side has also regained his strength, and his mental state has returned to normal. He chatted with Shirley for a few moments (Shirley didn't really want to talk to him, most of the time Stark said it unilaterally), and Tony expressed surprise at how smart Shirley was several times in a row, especially after he learned that even the body was designed by herself.

"Seriously, man." He said to Michael, "I really want you as an artificial intelligence." How did you design her to be ...... So perfect? She's a genius — I mean the genius of artificial intelligence. ”

He really thought so. It's not just about self-directed learning and programming, Shirley's feedback feels more like a real living person – a little girl with her own emotions and even a temper tantrum.

Of course, Tony could see that the little girl didn't like him much, but he didn't mind - on the contrary, it only made him more amazing. Because whether it's Jarvis or Friday, his AI doesn't particularly "hate" someone.

"Of course she is." Michael doesn't deny it, "But that's her own business, and it has nothing to do with me." ”

Of course, Tony didn't believe this, he only felt that the other party deliberately didn't want to reveal the trick to him, as if he was protecting trade secrets. For those of them designers, AI is like a child of their own creation. What kind of parents don't know their children?

But in fact, Michael is also telling the truth. Shirley is now mostly intelligent from self-evolution, she has learned a lot of knowledge from the Cree, absorbed Kang's future technology, and applied those technologies that were ahead of her time to further improve herself. So nowadays, Shirley's intelligence comes more from herself than from Michael, who was the original designer.

"You're a genius too—I've known that for a long time, but I have to say you're a real genius." Tony said to Michael seriously, "She is a truly perfect work, a huge impact on the field of artificial intelligence at the present stage of the earth......"

Shirley suddenly looked up at Tony—or rather, at his armor.

"Sister Friday?"

"Huh?" Miss Artificial Intelligence, built into Iron Man's armor, replied. In fact, judging from the birth time of the two parties, Shirley should be the sister, but Friday obviously doesn't mind this kind of detail.

Shirley said, "Do me a favor and turn off the speakers in Mr. Stark's suit?" ”

It was clear that Tony's fingering at her had made her a little unhappy. Tony was amused and said with a smile, "Ha, that's not good, this is my suit." ”

Friday also said, "I'm sorry, but I can't do that. ”

Shirley paused for three or five seconds, her azure eyes flickering for a moment, and then she said, "Okay, now you can." ”

Tony smiled, "Don't even think about it, little sister...... Forehead??? ”

He was surprised to find that the speakers were literally turned off.

"Friday!?" He couldn't believe it. Is your own artificial intelligence so undisciplined? How did a single sentence of kung fu betray the revolution?

"I'm very sorry, sir." Friday said, "But I seem to be ...... was overwritten. ”

Tony frowned slightly.

The speaker module isn't a very important part of the Iron Man suit, in fact its function in combat is not trivial at all, but it would be much easier to rewrite the audio switch control part than to hack the entire system. But even so, Shirley still managed to overcome a certain module of the Iron Man suit in just a few seconds, which is still quite a powerful hacker.

"Shirley." Michael reminded loudly.

Shirley pursed her lips and obediently resumed Friday's routine, and the speakers in the Iron Man suit were restored.

"Don't do it again." Michael said.

"Oh." She nodded obediently.

Since he said he wouldn't do it, then she wouldn't do it, who would make him his own boss?

Nothing was said all the way. After another few hours of flying and wormhole shuttles, the Kerry shuttle finally returned to Earth with a few travelers.

No sooner had Tony entered the atmosphere than he said goodbye to several people. He returned more than a week later than expected, and if he didn't go back, Pepper would have to register him as a missing person. Michael then steered the ship straight back to his garage.

Shirley had already notified the secretary remotely. When the ship landed, Elizabeth was already waiting in the garage.

"Have you had a good interstellar journey, sir?" Elizabeth asked with a smile as several people walked out of the cabin.

"It was more fun than expected, and there were some unexpected gains." Michael said as he walked.

The word "windfall" may have been used a little too lightly, considering that he was referring to the most powerful weapon currently known in the universe.

He looked at Elizabeth: "Busy lately?" Your mental state is not very good. ”

"I'm sorry, sir. But these days the company has new products ready to go on the market, there are a lot of things to prepare, and a lot of things to deal with. ”

"Oh." Michael nodded. Speaking of which, he has been completely out of charge of El Paso's affairs since a long time ago, and has only left it to Elizabeth. In fact, the Paso Group was just a starting point for him, and it is no longer so important to get to this point. Even the identity of Michael Paso is just one of his countless identities, and it is not impossible to abandon it if the situation requires it.

But Elizabeth is still the same with the company, everything is taken care of, as if she were taking care of her own children.

"Relax a little, don't always get too nervous, sometimes you need to take a proper break." Michael said, "Let's take a vacation when this is over." Maybe go buy a house with a sea view, find a beach and rest for a while, and I'll give you a paid vacation. ”

Elizabeth smiled, "Thank you, sir, I'll think about it." But I'm actually pretty good now, not tired. After all......"

She paused, her voice quieting unconsciously.

“...... After all, that's all I can do for you. ”

"What?"

"Nothing, sir." Elizabeth smiled again, "I said welcome back." ”