The Stark Paradox

As Jazz said, sitting together in a meeting with people with different IQs is a torment, a torment on both sides.Tasha tried her best to communicate with those old stubborn people in plain and easy-to-understand language, but obviously Carol was right. Tasha's attention on things she wasn't interested in was as short as the memory of a goldfish—less than an hour , Tasha completely gave up on the discussion of quitting the war and let the old guys fight with each other while playing with her mobile phone under the table.

Carol, who was sitting next to her, glared at her several times, and kicked her several times under the table as a warning, but after being dodged by Tasha nimbly several times, she had no choice but to give up and let Tasha Use your phone under the table to do your own thing.

An hour passed, a small assistant came in quietly and walked to Carol, looked at Tasha hesitated, then leaned over and said a few words to Carol, Carol raised his eyebrows and looked at Tasha One glance and then got up and left the room.

Tasha watched Carol leave. After 10 minutes, her lovely assistant didn't come back. Tasha's last bit of patience was worn out. She put away the starkphone, sat up straight and knocked on the desk to clear it. Cleared his throat enough to get the attention of all the directors and dismissed them with short, quick words.

Watching the directors leave the meeting room one by one, Tasha did not leave in a hurry. After the last director left, she saw Carol rushing into the meeting room aggressively, stepping on her [-]cm high heels that could stomp people to death. Standing in front of her with the classic "what are you messing around with" expression that was once in the Pep era, he slapped his hand vigorously on the table.

This made Tasha cringe. To be honest, this kind of momentum is the most irresistible for Tasha. From Pep, Roddy or Rogers to Carol now, as long as they look at her like this, She must be immediately reviewing what she messed up in her head.

"I just got word that the NYPD impounded a sports car and the photo is yours..." But thank goodness this time Carol didn't beat around the bush and told her what happened "They found... the car was driverless .” While speaking, Carol leaned slightly and stared closely at Tasha’s wandering eyes, “Do you have anything to explain?”

"..." Tasha thought she was smart enough, but just now, she understood every word Carol said, but the combination was extremely incomprehensible, so she blinked her eyes and said as innocently as possible. Looking at Carol wanting to get more news.

"That's a Pontiac, a silver one, the one you drove to the meeting today, if it helps you." Of course, Carol could understand Tasha's expression, and said helplessly while holding his forehead.

"Oh... oh!" Tasha made a long voice and suddenly realized when she heard Carol's last sentence, and she turned her head in the next second to find an excuse for a car that can drive automatically— — Actually, it doesn't seem to be very difficult.

"This is my latest research, autopilot driving remote control or something..." Tasha leaned back and let out a sigh of relief, then blinked at Carol with a [you know] expression Said.

"..." Carol frowned when she heard this. "Tasha, you can't always be like this. You can't take something that is still under development to a public place for trial..." She said so and then paused Realizing who she was talking to, she changed her tone of trepidation. "Oh God, has that car been tested?"

"Come on, Carol, the test is reserved for those nerds, I'm a scientific genius." Tasha waved her hand and said indifferently... Then she paused - because she really didn't build this car —and then asked "Nothing happened to him, did he?"

"Not really... You should say that luckily nothing happened." Carol frowned, ignoring the strangeness of Tasha's personal pronouns. "You put Jarvis on it?"

"It's not Jarvis... but it's about the same..." Tasha said vaguely, then stretched and stood up, "Since nothing happened, can you get the car back from the police station? After all, I still want to go to Long Island Let's take a look at the factory."

Facts have proved that this episode of intimate contact with the police not only did not make Tasha's mood worse, but on the contrary wiped away her unhappiness after having a meeting all afternoon.

So when she was sitting on the Pontiac Cree on the way home and listening to Jazz's description while hugging her stomach and laughing and saying no, she quickly became friends with this car.

"You should really see the faces of those carbon-based people when they opened the door and found no one inside." A light voice came from the car player.

Jazz really felt a little sorry at the beginning, he always forgot that in the carbon-based world, he had to make a projection on the driver's seat, causing trouble for his mistakes is not what a leader and adjutant should do .But after confirming that this matter did not cause Tasha any trouble, he quickly adjusted his mood and told the other party about it as a joke.

"Oh, it's hard to imagine." Tasha laughed for a while and then stopped, New York without weird incidents, New York police with no aliens and super technology, what a fresh feeling "For a vicious person like you Behavior, I just want to say something to you... remember to show me the picture next time!"

Just because of this sentence, Jazz felt that he could be friends with this carbon base.

As he was thinking this, Tasha suddenly sat up straight and tapped the steering wheel to get his attention. At this time, they were already on the highway, and he heard Tasha ask, "Hey man, I suddenly remembered that I have to talk to the city tonight." Long meal, which means I have to go back to the mansion to change, so let's see how fast you can?"

"Oh ma'am, I'm sure you don't mean to challenge my speed?"

"Actually, that's what I mean." Tasha glanced at the threatening text message from Carol and the to-do reminder from Jarvis on her phone and shrugged with a smile, resting her feet on the windshield and resting her hands on the back of her neck. Said.

"Oh... I'm sure you don't want to drag the car in this position." After a pause, it's hard to say that Jazz is not interested in this opportunity to show off his speed, so it only took three earth seconds, he decided to follow Tasha's instructions. Suggest to come.

While it may be against the boss's principle of keeping a low profile, making a lady late for a date is not the right ethical thing to do.Jazz has every reason to believe that this applies equally to silicon and carbon.

So he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, heard an explosion near his exhaust pipe, the front of the car lifted slightly, and flew out at an unconventional speed in the next second.