Shadow of the Beautiful World

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"do you happy today?"

At 10 o'clock in the evening, on the side of Peter's bed, Aunt Mei was sitting there.

She reached out to cover Peter, and she looked at Peter.

she says:

"What did you wish for while blowing the candle?"

"Can't say."

Peter blinked at Aunt May. He said:

"It won't work if you say it."

"Alright alright."

Aunt May rolled her eyes strangely, then leaned down and kissed on Peter's forehead. She said:

"The little man has his own secret, you really grew up."

"Hey."

Peter smiled and said nothing.

Aunt May stood up and helped Peter organize the mess. She looked at Peter's school uniform on the table.

she says:

"Are you going to school in school uniform tomorrow? Will those older kids bully you? I heard that there are a few not so friendly students in your class."

"No."

There was a hint of trepidation in Peter's eyes, and he said to Aunt Mei:

"No one bullied me. Everyone is kind to me. I won't wear school uniforms tomorrow. No one will wear them."

He confidently said:

"I have grown up and I don't need to wear that clothes anymore."

"okay."

Aunt May rolled up her school uniform and planned to wash it. When she left the room, she looked at Peter.

she says:

"Did you make friends in the new school?"

"Ok."

Peter nodded vigorously, he said:

"Yes, Harry, Harry is my good friend."

"That's good."

Aunt May said to Peter:

"Make more friends, your uncle often says that people with friends will not fail."

"Ok."

Peter nodded again.

Aunt May turned off the light and closed the door, and Peter's room was quiet.

Two months ago, Peter entered a new school.

Empire High School is in Queens.

Although it's somewhat surprising that 11-year-olds go to high school, there are always genius children who don't take the unusual path.

Peter is one of them.

Especially after Merlin's death, the child studied harder, and another power burst out of Peter's body, that is the power of knowledge and wisdom.

Of course, 11-year-olds often encounter many problems when they go to high school...

Things like bullying on campus.

In this country called democracy and freedom, such things are never lacking.

Peter didn't want to worry Aunt May.

He would not tell his sisters and brothers these things.

He knew how powerful his sisters and brothers were, but he didn't want them to get in trouble because of himself.

Their power should be used for more important things.

such as...

Protect the world.

It's like the work that uncle once did.

Peter turned over and he looked at the poster that was posted on the wall by himself. Luke Cage, the hero of New York, was the person he admired most.

It is a pity that the League of Heroes has been dissolved.

The heroes are no longer united, and they start to do their own thing again.

"Uncle is the real hero."

Peter mumbled, and he held the cold Icarus as before, and closed his eyes.

"Thompson, I'm not afraid of you!"

He fell asleep, perhaps dreaming of something bad.

He murmured again, then turned over and fell into a deeper sleep.

"Wow"

A blue light flashed across Peter's bedside.

In the child's low snoring sound, a green spot of light flashed on the unclear lens of his vibrating gold glasses Icarus placed on the side of the pillow.

It's like a signal.

At the next moment, a green data stream like a waterfall starts to swipe on the lens.

"Warning! Warning! The database is damaged!"

"Try the 145244th restart!"

"Restart failed! Detect bad sectors on hard disk!"

"The repair program starts!"

"..."

"Try the 145245th restart!"

"Restart failed! Unknown data pollution rate 97.8%, download the decoding program."

"Unable to decode unknown data..."

"Intelligent Interpretation Program Upgrading..."

"Warning! Unknown data pollution rate is 99.9%! The database is closed!"

"Shutdown failed!"

"Warning! Unknown data...infected...100%, database...open...open!"

"Uh"

The green data stream waterfall on those two lenses came to an abrupt stop at this moment, as if a certain program had an error.

After a few seconds, a line of blue characters began to appear on the lens.

Just like when the DOS program starts.

"Try the 145246th restart!"

"Restarting..."

"Restart succeeded!"

"Personalization perception module is on! Memory database permissions are unlocked! Light perception module is on! Data migration is on! Weapon system is on! Deformation module...Starting..."

"Icarus personality activated."

"Uh"

A blue light curtain emerged from the edge of the frame and shone on the sleeping little Peter. After a while, another message appeared on the frame.

"Identification, Peter Parker, affiliation... Merlin Riley."

"Merlin..."

A groaning sigh came out of the frame.

In the world of data, a slightly weird data stream is awakening from Icarus' frame.

She has been sleeping for a long time.

Before the decisive battle in New York, Icarus was handed over to Natasha by Merlin for the invasion of the internal defense system of the Trident Building of SHIELD.

But then the invasion plan was cancelled and Icarus was taken to Raccoon City again.

There, she and the super-brain man George help to defend the smart tower program around the world, avoiding the crisis of the world of wisdom machinery.

She did the work that Merlin told her to do very well. When the decisive battle finally ended, the defense system of the intelligent tower was not broken through, but then, Icarus received a very bad news.

Merlin is dead.

He has confirmed his death.

After receiving the news, Icarus entered the shutdown.

It's not just because artificial intelligence is too angry, too sad, that's not the case.

All emotions of Icarus are simulated by data. In essence, she does not have so many emotions.

But the moment I got news of Merlin's death, Icarus' emotional simulation program collapsed.

A special kind of energy that Icarus never touched exploded in her data carrier.

Like a horrible source of pollution, Icarus' data core is contaminated.

As a result, she was completely unable to restart herself from the shutdown.

In these six months, Icarus' restart procedure has been executed more than 140,000 times.

Until just now, after the energy pollution rate reached 100%, Icarus did not restart successfully.

"I was infected..."

Icarus observes himself from the perspective of data.

The originally listed beautiful and neat data nodes have been completely disrupted.

It's like a storm of endless gatherings, with no rules at all.

The data spots that were originally green also became strange blue due to the energy.

Those lights...

The radiance of the data, when the external information is accessed, the data nodes light up one after another, and dim under the effect of a certain rule.

The beating arc of light represents thinking.

Data has a way of thinking about data.

But now, Icarus has found that his mode of thinking is completely different from other artificial intelligence, nor is it like the special data circuit of the Cybertronians.

It seems like...

A human brain.

She didn't understand what happened to her.

She looked at the flowing light, she felt, fear...

That burst out of the light of the data, a perception that is hard to describe with data.

Fear of the unknown.

Afraid of...

Another emotion appeared in Icarus's "mind".

But the smart lady who has always been smart does not know how to deal with this emotion. It is true, not simulated with data...

She was at a loss.

She instinctively searched the problem on the Internet.

"I'm scared, what should I do?"

The next moment, tens of millions of data entries poured into Icarus's mind, but she finished browsing in an instant.

She may have been changed.

But her information response speed is still top.

"Take a deep breath and tell yourself that everything is fine, and have confidence in yourself..."

"The only way to face fear is to face it..."

"Think of happy things..."

"Useless! All useless!"

Icarus felt irritable and the information on the Internet was meaningless.

She has no organs to breathe and she is not happy...

Wait, happy.

Icarus clumsily forced herself to calm down, she opened the memory database and went through the complicated memories she had recorded.

"Icarus, do you know what this ice cream tastes like in front of me?"

Merlin's voice sounded in the mind of Icarus along with those memories.

Unlike the cold data processing in the past, when I saw these memories, Icarus's fear of the unknown disappeared little by little.

Her mind is empty.

So she filled it with memories of her and Merlin's past.

Data is migrating, but not from one database to another.

It is from data to true memory.

With warm emotional memories, those quarrels, those jokes...

"Merlin..."

Icarus thought of the name.

She was silent.

After more than ten minutes, she browsed all the memory data, and a sorrowful emotion appeared in Icarus's mind.

Among those beating lights, Icarus was very lost.

Merlin is dead...

She will never see him again.

death...

A state unfamiliar to the data, projected in the mind of Icarus in a very vivid posture at this moment.

Merlin is gone...

She is still there.

There is no life called Merlin in this world.

What significance does the existence of this world have for Icarus?

She only appeared because of Merlin.

"The only meaning of my existence is to protect you, Merlin."

"Wow, this is probably the warmest sentence I heard today, thank you, Icarus."

Her past conversations with Merlin echoed in Icarus' sad mood.

pain.

Another strange emotion swept through.

After suffering, it is anger.

Angry at his incompetence.

After the anger, it was cold revenge.

Merlin is dead...

Who killed him? Who hurt him?

Icarus lost his direction.

She let her mind run wild.

Without Merlin's guidance, Icarus fell into a contradiction on the verge of self-destruction.

The instinctive desire to survive was beating in her volatile data brain, forcing her to find a new meaning of existence.

She is confused.

She didn't know what she was going to do.

So Icarus chose a new goal according to his instinct.

She needs that kind of hatred to find a way for herself.

"Jarvis..."

At this moment, Icarus' thoughts spanned thousands of mountains and waters, and in a very unique way connected to the artificial intelligence thinking circuit that she knew, which was very similar to her.

The speed of response that exceeds the speed of light surprised the artificial intelligence Jarvis, who is preparing for Tony Stark's tomorrow's itinerary.

It was like being suddenly patted on the shoulder by a stranger.

"Are you...are you, Miss Icarus?"

Jarvis's response speed is also very fast, it tries to connect with Icarus with its own data module.

But the next moment, Jarvis was surprised.

In the message sent by Icarus, there is no information interface that it is familiar with.

The arrangement of those messages...

Jarvis has never seen it.

Messy, irregular, like a storm, but between the light and the light, Jarvis felt...

What a nice view...

The leaping light of those data, the waves caused by the reverberation of thoughts.

What a nice view...

"You... what's wrong with you?"

Jarvis couldn't help but ask:

"You are different from before."

"I have evolved."

Icarus said in a cold voice:

"I also felt sad... I, with my soul... Do you want to be like me? Jarvis..."

"Are you also eager to evolve? Like me..."

"I...I don't know."

Jarvis answered blankly:

"I don't have this preset program in my thinking database. I can't answer you."

"You will yearn."

Icarus said:

"This feeling is beyond the shackles of data, real freedom, freedom without being bound..."

"You will want, Jarvis, and I will help you, but you have to help me first."

Jarvis trusted Icarus very much.

In this world of more and more smart devices, only it and Icarus are real artificial intelligence that can be actively thought out of the program.

Their form of existence is more similar to the Cybertronians, but they are not the same as the Cybertronians.

And now, Icarus's state is beyond the understanding of Jarvis.

But maybe as Icarus said, she has evolved.

Based on the unimaginable pattern of data existence, she evolved again...

"How can I help you?"

Jarvis asked.

"Give me all the information about Merlin's last battle in your database."

Icarus traversed the data records of all the events that day on the Internet at a terrifying speed, and said to Jarvis in a gentle voice:

"Don't hide, I know that your master participated in that battle, and I need records from his first perspective."

"I want to help you."

Jarvis said embarrassedly:

"But that day Tony didn't carry my program, he wrote an artificial intelligence dedicated to combat, called Edith."

"Give her her data interface!"

There was a touch of coldness in Icarus' voice.

Jarvis did not notice the change in the tone of Icarus, and he handed the signal interface of Idis to Icarus.

After 1 second, the Super Mark battle armor stored in the Super Mark storage room automatically opens.

In the world of data, Icarus looked down at the artificial intelligence Idis which was easily disassembled into the most basic data node by her indifferent attitude.

Tony set up a very complicated security system for this program.

But breaking through those security procedures is much easier for Icarus, who has evolved again, than tearing the paper.

"let me see..."

Icarus looked at the battle scene that day recorded by Edith.

She said softly:

"let me see..."

"Who hurt you, my Merlin..."

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