Marvel Magic Event Book

The Mystic Master was extremely vigilant about this artificial intelligence. After he separated from Anna, he immediately returned to his home and Kama Taj, shutting down all the networks there, and shutting down all devices with cameras.After doing this, he approached Agent Romanov.This is not only to protect privacy, but also to prevent the artificial intelligence from obtaining secret information through the camera or phone calls.

Artificial intelligence combined with magic is really bad, and he must try his best to prevent the magic information from leaking.

Jarvis took over Salomon's cell phone, and Stark motioned the mystic to walk with him to a more secluded corner to talk.Fortunately, this time the protagonist of the charity gala was not Stark. The group of reporters were now surrounding the organizer, which gave Stark a chance to escape.Stark pulled the mystic quickly towards the fire escape - probably no one knows better than Stark about where to hide in this building.Because he didn't know how many times he had attended social events here from the past to the present, this hall was as familiar to him as home.

"Sir." Jarvis asked in a calm tone. Its voice was amplified in the unmanned fire escape, causing a small resonance. "Do you need me to block this call?"

"Of course not, Jarvis. Try to track this call." Stark pulled out a data cable from his phone and connected it to Salomon's phone.He didn't explain too much, but he just took care of himself and worked with Jarvis.To be honest, he was somewhat interested in the artificial intelligence Salomon described, and he was also somewhat curious about the creator of this artificial intelligence. According to Salomon, the creator of this system relied on the number given by the artificial intelligence to block Crime occurs, this is simply a classic routine of ancient superheroes, both Batman and Green Arrow did this.More importantly, Stark's curiosity was about to explode. An ordinary person actually completed such a great work independently. His curiosity drove him to want to understand this system, and he wanted to see the code of this system.

He tried to reverse hack into the system through this phone call. With the help of Jarvis, he had just touched the firewall through the operator's network node, but before he started trying to crack it, the artificial intelligence seemed to have discovered it. The fact that someone is trying to invade.Suddenly, Jarvis's voice became intermittent, and the mystic's cell phone began to get hot. Then, a small cluster of flames and smoke came out of Salomon's cell phone along with the smell of burning electronic components.

"That AI broke the security protocol and overloaded the capacitors, and he wanted to overload mine too." Stark put down the phone and shrugged, with no apology on his raised mustache, "But Jarvis stopped it... ...I have to say, you are not exaggerating. It is indeed an artificial intelligence. The bandwidth here limits Jarvis's capabilities, otherwise we will see an AI war. Okay, relax, I will give it to you later. Buy a mobile phone, I’m becoming more and more interested in this system, when will you take me to meet the creator?”

Salomon rolled his eyes. The burned mobile phone in his hand was quickly condensing with a layer of white frost. He used magic to extinguish the fire on his mobile phone.Stark did prevent his information from being leaked, but his collection also disappeared. He didn't have the habit of installing memory cards in his mobile phone. Those things were priceless, such as photos at the campus idol concert and handshakes. Group photo...

"You'd better repair the data in this phone, Stark, otherwise I won't forgive you." Salomon took out the SIM card and threw the phone to Stark.

"Relax, relax, is there anything I can't do?"

"So...the machine has chosen to contact you, Mr. Damonette." There were two old books on Harold Finch's desk.These two books are very thick, and they are not knowledge points that Salomon has touched upon, so just looking at the covers gives the mystic a headache.

""Mathematical Principles of Communication", a work by Claude Elwood Shannon, the father of information theory, I wonder if you are interested?"

"No, thank you." Salomon shook his head and picked up the cold black tea on the table.He chose to meet Harold in this cafe, but before that he had disguised himself. Except for the ring on his hand, he now looked no different from an ordinary American youth. "I'd like to schedule a meeting with you, Mr. Finch." He looked around, but avoided the cafe's camera.This is a surveillance blind spot, a place he deliberately chose.Salomon said, "Your machine makes me extremely insecure. I have a lot of important information that cannot be leaked, but I can't sign a contract with artificial intelligence - it's not what you think. I'm worried about artificial intelligence contact." There will be bad consequences after using magic, so I need you-"

"Build a firewall?"

"Yes, with Tony Stark." Heat began to rise from the black tea in Salomon's hand again. The Mystic Mage took a sip and then put down the cup. "I'm sorry, I didn't give it to you without your prior consent." Tell others about the machine, but I promise, I didn’t reveal your personal information.”

"There is no need to apologize, Mr. Damonette." Mr. Finch also took a sip of green tea. "Everyone has the fear of having their privacy snooped into, but your situation is special. I won't ask you why you know Tony. Now that Stark is a billionaire, I think I might get a somewhat surprising answer."

"Thank you very much for your understanding." Salomon breathed a sigh of relief, "The magic organization I belong to also has a network. Although it has been protected by protective spells, I cannot reopen it at the risk of the magic data being captured by the camera. Network, after all, protective spells cannot stop the flow of information, and my technological magic can't do anything about it - but disconnecting the network will cause a lot of inconvenience in life. I first found Tony Stark, but the result was not ideal, so My teacher thinks that I should come to you to solve this problem. Don't worry, Mr. Finch, we are not like the US government. I can even do you a favor as long as you are willing to keep it secret."

"anything?"

"Within my personal capabilities. How about a Halfling Midsummer Fireworks, for example?"

"Although I like "The Hobbit" very much, I think it's better not to waste magic on this kind of thing. And don't kill people, Mr. Damonette. In fact, I am very grateful that you did not do anything in the nuclear facility."

"This is nothing. There is one more thing that Mr. Stark also wants to talk to you about, about your machine. He seems to be very interested in the technology in your works..."

"No, no, no, Mr. Damonette." Mr. Finch shrank back to the sofa like a shy little animal. He raised his cup and blocked the view of the mystic. "I am not suitable to use this identity and... Contact others. In addition, everyone who is close to Tony Stark will be investigated by SHIELD. The identity I am using now is not perfect, and I cannot risk exposing my identity."

"I will prepare a private enough place, and you don't have to worry about SHIELD's investigation. All trips will be through the portal. Remember the portal?"

"Of course I remember that it was because of the portal that the machine gave you your number. Because you appeared in different places at the same time, the machine thought that your identity had been stolen. Then it was confirmed that the identity had not been stolen, and the machine's logical judgment emerged. It's out of order, that's probably why it's contacting you, it wants to correct the error..."

"No matter what the intentions of your machine are, I think it's better to solve this problem as soon as possible, Mr. Finch." The Mystic Mage sighed, "You don't understand our lives, but my senior brothers and sisters are almost crying. I Teachers can no longer shop online. The sooner this problem is solved, the sooner I will be relieved."