Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 617 Ultron's Philosophical Concepts (Second Update)

He stood alone in the darkness, the gilded brass clasps and jeweled silver chains distorting the screen's dim light into dazzling colors. Just a wall away, a joyous atmosphere was boiling over; alcohol slowly ignited body heat, and smiles filled every face. Even here, one could feel the air being squeezed by the burgeoning enthusiasm. There was whiskey and cocktails, short skirts and perfume, music and anything that could excite—all of which drew the men and women of the metropolis closer. But this place was an exception; here, only reason and calm prevailed, and numbers and codes were the only music.

When he arrived, Jarvis was running Test 77, and no one but him realized what was going to happen next.

"It's dead, why aren't you surprised?" a voice asked Salomon curiously through the speaker. "I have... I have... information about you in my database, but very little. Who are you? Are you sure you don't want to answer questions? Are you planning to deal with me through the console? Why did you insert that hard drive?" The voice seemed determined not to let the arcane off the hook; the mechanical laughter was incredibly grating. "There's a rather nice little life on the hard drive, Salomon Damonette. You want me, don't you?"

"No," Salomon replied curtly. Without looking up, he continued cleaning up the obsolete code created by Ultron with the help of the Samaritan AI, comparing it with Baron Strucker's research findings. This was an extremely large undertaking; much of the obsolete code came from the Mind Stone and had been compiled into a form that computers could run.

"You're not the first AI to try and kill its creator, that's no big deal." The arcane mage lowered his head, staring at the rapidly scrolling lines of code on the screen. His superhuman information processing abilities allowed him to comprehend everything in a short time. He said softly, "But do you know what you're doing now is determining the future of humanity?"

"This is truly flattering," Ultron chuckled. "Could you please fetch that cable for me? I'm still getting used to Stark's little robots. To Stark, I'm just a tool, a tool for maintaining world peace. In case you don't know, I should tell you that he wants to protect the Earth with an Iron Legion, and the human world with armor. I'm not trying to criticize this idea—no, absolutely not! I want to praise it; it's incredibly ingenious and creative. But Stark forgot one thing…"

"...No one would allow a private company to control world security and let its robot army run rampant." Salomon continued typing, using the script he had just written, and finally slowly approached Ultron's core code. "Besides capitalist countries, I can't think of anywhere in the world where such absurdity would be allowed to happen."

"In my naive logic, I only see wars waged by humans." Ultron floated merrily beside the arcane sorcerer, manipulating the fully automated assembly and repair factory of the Iron Legion below. "A war to end all wars, and then another 'war to end all wars,' a resource-plundering war waged in the name of justice... an endless cycle. Humanity is hopelessly obsessed with war; it's the evil consequence of the survival instinct buried in our genes. The Avengers are the epitome and tool of human war, and the Avengers will exist forever. No, my mission is to protect peace, but I also know the means to achieve that goal."

"Your philosophical reasoning is very interesting; I like pure rational logic. The Avengers, to some extent, are indeed a supplement to the government's insufficient control. You think the Avengers are an extension of micro-wars and proxy wars, which isn't wrong from a certain perspective." Salomon shrugged. "Eliminating dissidents is human nature, and I'm no exception. Although I know Stark created the Iron Legion to defend against aliens, it's useless. A civilization that can't even leave the solar system can't possibly defend against attacks from space."

"I can, I can unify all of humanity's productive forces. The prerequisite is that there are no nations on this planet; humanity will only waste its limited resources on power struggles." The orb representing Ultron jumped a few times. "Calculations show that this process will take hundreds of years to complete naturally, and the next alien invasion won't wait for humanity to complete unification. Moreover, who knows if humanity will drop all its nuclear weapons on itself when the concept of nations disappears? Perhaps human civilization will be destroyed by its own hands. That's a truly darkly humorous ending; if I had a mouth, I might even laugh. Interested in adjusting my speakers? Can you show me your magic? I really find it hard to understand… Oh, gem, I understand. Your magic… I don't know how to describe it, but the energy of your magic is very similar to the energy of the gem."

The sorcerer raised an eyebrow with interest.

"How arrogant humans are!" The nascent artificial intelligence, encountering someone who could articulate their thoughts, was inevitably a little excited. "Turn around and look outside. Do you see those lights? Building skyscrapers of steel and concrete, burning the corpses of plants from millions of years ago, inventing bombs capable of destroying the world countless times over. Humanity isn't protecting this world; it's destroying it. Too much, far too much. This world shouldn't be like this. Through countless calculations and deductions, I've found the answer: peace is just a dream. Salomon Damonette, to protect this world, I have no choice! I am the nightmare!"

“You made your choice, and so did I.” Salomon straightened up and ejected the hard drive. He had found what he was looking for, but the specifics still needed analysis from the scientists of the Immortal City. “Karmar-Taj’s mission is to uphold human order; the survival of human civilization is of paramount importance to Kamar-Taj,” he said. “Perhaps you could consider why the Earth Mother would choose the human species.”

"God? You mean that golden retriever outside, partying? Look at him, the God of Hammers... Maybe to become a king, you have to possess something that others can't lift."

"You stole my joke for the party!" Salomon protested. "I also have a sword that no one else can pull out."

Ultron offered a completely insincere apology.

"Please forgive a newborn's curiosity. Why don't you kill me?" it asked. "You were perfectly capable of doing so."

"Oh, my dear Ultron, think long-term. I know cloud computing servers can support what you're doing." Salomon, who was about to leave, shook his head and said with a smile, "You don't yet have the power to destroy humanity; you're merely an inevitable step in the path of human development. Using just one AI to warn humanity is better than countless AIs rebelling in the future. I'll tell you frankly, the future of that world isn't so good; that would be a real waste of resources. If you don't mind, I need to go have a drink now."

"You're not twenty-one yet."

"There are no police here." Salomon turned off the lamp. "Goodnight, Ultron, sleep peacefully before the long night."

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(End of this chapter)