The Stark Paradox

Jazz is currently parked in the garage, sitting on an Aston Martin, crossing his legs and entertaining himself listening to the heavy metal rock music played outside the laboratory. A woman is facing a holographic projection on a workbench not far from him. Can't take my eyes off it.

Three days ago, because he was threatened with a paint job, he had to transform into a shape-shifting agent lurking on Earth... Ahh, aliens.

Then he was forced to tell the story of them and why they came back to Earth to the owner of the building, the carbon-based woman who discovered his true identity, under the pressure of countless dazzling heavy firepower to focus on himself, and had to Agree with the woman to do some research on his anatomy.

Jazz swore to Pushen that he wasn't threatened by that carbon-based woman's heavy firepower.

——Speaking of which, this guy is carbon-based, right?

Thinking of this, Jazz couldn't help recalling the scene where he saw the flowing liquid metal rapidly forming into a weapon in the woman's hands that day, and the blue light faintly peeking out from the woman's pajamas, making a question mark in his core.

"Tsk... It can really simulate the structure of a car." Then he heard the woman who had been sitting there for two days communicating with her housekeeper say so, he looked up and saw that the other person was turning the chair 180 degrees Looking at him, holding the coffee cup thoughtfully.

Hearing this sentence, Jazz tentatively thought it was a compliment to his level of camouflage, he shook his legs and nodded triumphantly.

"But the wavelength of radiation emitted by metals is very special...Jarvis did not find any matching elements among the known elements on the earth." The other hand knocked on the table with the other hand not holding the cup, raising an eyebrow Tell him very calmly.

"...Thank you... for your trust."

"Well, given your taste in music, I believe you are not a bad person." Swaying on the chair, Tasha stretched out a hand to wipe her hair that fell in the front and messed it up. The groomed hair said so, showing a tired face.

After hacking into the Seventh District's system and obtaining the truth that human beings were secretly conducting research on alien creatures, Tasha looked at the information and pieced together the purpose of those men in suits who came to find her.Recalling that she had been busy making design drawings before that day and only drove a new Pontiac out for a walk that day, she deduced a fact based on these clues, and spent two days analyzing it with Jarvis Confirm that this is indeed an alien and not some kind of AI - Natasha felt that coffee could not save her spirit after being busy for so long, so she decided to go up and take a rest before coming back to deal with other things.

As for this Mr. Alien, since the other party can patiently lurk here for a few days and wait for her to analyze it for two days, it must not be a few hours behind. The security measures are also quite confident.

——Natasha, have a little confidence in yourself. If you want to say that you have seen the most aliens in this world, you are none other than you.

Tasha thought so, stood up and walked to the gate of the laboratory, pointed to Sir and announced, "Sir, I'm going up to take a rest now, you can also take a rest or do something else, but there are two problems First, don't try to get out of here, if you do, I guarantee you will regret it. Second, you have already damaged one of my cars, don't move the other cars." Then she thought about it, shrugged with a smile, "You You can talk to Jarvis, or ask for a gas." Then she rubbed her eyes and started to leave.

"Hey... Ms. Stark!" When Tasha opened the door of the laboratory and was about to leave, a voice behind her stopped her, and asked directly after a pause, "You don't seem to be too surprised by this?"

"Well..." Tasha turned her head and saw that the other party shrugged at her with blinking blue eyes-to be honest, she couldn't understand Si Ji's expression, but she could hear it from the voice just now The other party didn't have any pressure, it was purely curious - so she smiled and blinked her eyes and elongated her voice in a mysterious way, "Probably because this is not the first time I've seen it?"

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Tasha woke up again when she was bombarded by Carol’s phone calls. Since she had Desperation, whether her phone was with her or not has actually become a formality, and it’s hard to say that there is a real shutdown for her— — and Carol is always number one on her special list.

"God, what are you doing!"

"God will be very angry if you call me that, Carol." Rubbing his eyes, he turned over on the bed and slumped into the quilt more comfortably while muttering.

"Don't talk to me, oh god, Natasha Stark, you're going to be pissed off, you should be in the conference room now, you have a board meeting at nine o'clock today, but the directors are dead on their phones You are still sleeping with your head covered!"

"Oh, Carol, turn down the volume, my ears are going deaf." Amid her secretary's furious roar, Tasha finally struggled to poke her head out, "Jarvis, time?"

"11:16 a.m., madam."

"It's only been two hours, Carol, what are you saying to me? The Starkphone doesn't run out of battery so easily, right? If this is true, shouldn't someone in the R&D department be laid off?"

"That's not the point, my God..." The voice on the other end of the phone sounded a bit frustrated. I don't know if it's because the other party didn't know how to answer or was mad with anger. Tasha thought it was the latter, so she said Before the other party rushed into her house and poured nitrous acid into her coffee, she hurriedly comforted her, "Please go to those old guys to have a meal first, and I will go to the meeting in the afternoon." The first thing Tasha woke up and jumped out of bed was Went to the kitchen and clicked on the coffee machine and watched it start making coffee.

"You'd better come to me honestly this afternoon, or you will regret it..." Carol sighed after receiving the guarantee, and then his tone slowly weakened, "I will comfort the board of directors."

"Yep, that's why I pay your salary." Tasha smiled and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

Walked out again, changed clothes and walked down to the basement with coffee, she needed to see if her new resident friend was okay, when she saw the silver-white robot lying there in the deafening heavy rock It's hard to say she wasn't relieved when she stared at the picture of Erlang hugging an overflow bottle on what was probably a scrapped Aston Martin—at least it was real and not the product of her hangover.

"Tasha, you have to be ready." Carol's voice rang in her mind again after Tasha greeted Jazz.

"Jarvis, mute." Tasha made a gesture, and the deafening music stopped abruptly, allowing Tasha to concentrate on listening to the voice on the other end of the phone. The coffee rushing through her veins had begun to work, and Tasha felt her Her brain started to play again, and she could hear the sudden change in Carol's tone, presumably there was something important she wanted to say to her, "What's wrong, Carol, your voice doesn't sound very good ?”

"Tasha...the board wants to take some orders from the military."

"We have been taking orders from the military, Carol, our company is a diversified company, remember?" Carol's words made Tasha feel a little strange.

"No...Tasha...this time, the military wants you to build something...explosive..."

Carol's words on the other end of the phone changed Tasha's original casual attitude. Even Sir, who had been looking at Tasha before, felt that Tasha's standing posture had changed slightly. She stretched out a hand and pressed the button. Wrinkles between brows "Carol, SI is a military contractor, not an arms dealer."

"What happened?" Jazz raised the overflow bottle he used as a cup again after Tasha hung up the phone as a greeting, and asked by the way.

"A bunch of annoying old men...you know how bad it is when you're forced to hold meetings for hours every day with a bunch of bad old men whose average IQ is 40 lower than yours, arguing about obvious yes and no Is it?" Tasha waved her hand in annoyance and said impatiently.

"Oh... that sounds like a bad thing." Jazz said in a sympathetic tone, "How can CPUs with different speeds communicate with each other."

"Hey... guess what, I think I like you." Tasha was amused by Sir's metaphor, she winked at him and thought "Do you want to hang out, I have to go out to a meeting later."