"... about the Ancient One, I'm sorry." Carl whispered, lowering his eyes and not looking at Doctor Strange's expression to show respect, although Doctor Strange didn't need such respect at all.

Sure enough, the doctor didn't make any reply, he just glanced at Carl lightly, and suddenly said: "Superman, don't think you can control everything. Human affairs belong to human beings after all, and sometimes helping them is like helping a butterfly tear apart Cocoon, it turned out to be just a tragedy. Suffering is necessary. Suffering is an old friend."

Carl had already turned around and was about to take off. He smiled and asked, "Talk from experience?"

"Experience? No, no, medicine. Everyone has wounds that don't heal. Pain is part of birth."

While flying in the sky, Carl kept wondering what the wound was, because the doctor sounded really serious, not just casually, and he even sent Tony a message asking about it.

Tony is working on his artificial intelligence in the lab.

The program is almost written, all the tests have been done several times, the theory is that "Jarvis" (yes, he even has a name) will be a unique, extremely good artificial intelligence, it even It is possible to generate consciousness autonomously in the future, becoming the kind of advanced intelligent creature with self and emotion in science fiction.

And Jarvis will mean that his research in artificial intelligence has surpassed his father.

It is precisely because Jarvis is so important that Tony has been unable to make up his mind to let it be born.

He paced restlessly around the lab, miraculously not tripping over the oddities hidden under the odd pipes, littered parts, and scrap paper.

The coffee on the table was cold, and no one else was allowed in his lab, so he either summoned the little bum to pour him hot coffee, or he had to pour himself a cup or drink it cold.

It's better to drink cold coffee. The little clumsy hand will probably get hot coffee everywhere. Things like water just won't work.

Then at this moment, the phone vibrated and a text message came in.

It's Carl, and only Carl loves texting.Inefficient communication methods are far less straightforward than direct dialogue.

Tony opened the message and looked at it.

"What kind of injuries do people get when they're born, Tony? Medically, not conceptually."

...dumb question.

Tony replied: "Cut the placenta? You know, everyone has a belly button."

Purely garrulous Stark reply, but then Carl sent a message: "I see, thanks XD"

I really believed him!

Tony felt angry and funny, and even his nervous mood calmed down a lot.Karl has this kind of miraculous effect, which can calm him down, and Tony has also wondered why, even the dead old man likes to get along with Karl, it must be something special about Karl.

After thinking about it, maybe Karl has such a good temper that he will never get angry.

Moreover, Carl's good temper is not tolerance or cowardice. He gives people a feeling that he really understands you and cares about your thoughts. No matter what you say or how you do it, he seems to be able to see through these. deep in the heart.

Tony stood up, walked around the lab a few more times, and texted, "I'm making Jarvis. It's going to be my AI steward."

"There won't be a better steward than Alexander, so do as you please."

"Do you really understand the difference between an AI butler and a human butler K?" Tony replied.

K is Karl's nickname, latest.

Tony loves to give people nicknames. Carl's first nickname was "Baby Carl", then "Little Prince", and finally became K.Carl has no objection to this, but he has considered whether to buy a black suit and black pants for this code name-please, this code name sounds like an agent who will walk around in all black.

"Trust me Tony, no one on this planet knows more about artificial intelligence than I do," Carl replied.

Of course he couldn't stop and type while he was flying, and Alexander made some small modifications to the cell phone Tony gave him to accommodate some extra-terrestrial technology, such as the mind manipulation system.

The glasses Carl used when he appeared in the image of "Karl El" are also loaded with high-tech, with many functions, and can slightly adjust the outline of the upper half of Karl's face and the color of Karl's pupils-Superman's blue eyes are too It is unique, clean and clear like the clear sky, almost like a baby, and it will be recognized as soon as it is exposed.

The function Karl uses the most is to change the shape of the glasses to match his outfit for the day.

"Are you scared? Worried that you're not doing well enough? No need, Tony, you're awesome!" He sent another message without waiting for Tony to reply.

This time Tony didn't call him back.

Carl fully anticipated Tony's reaction, he knew it was about time for Jarvis to show up... well, it didn't feel good to know everything.Howard and his wife Maria will be in a car accident in a while, right?And the Winter Soldier, he's been used by Hydra all these years, Cal doesn't care, he doesn't care about everything.

He saves the innocent people as much as possible, and then leaves the problem to human beings to solve it.

Carl wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do, but sometimes, Carl felt that Clark was being too protective of the metropolis.

Everyone in the metropolis knows that when you encounter difficulties, you just need to open your mouth and shout "Superman", which makes people lack the necessary vigilance and become lazy.

It may be cruel, but it is pain that makes people reflect and struggle.

In times of disaster, when people are faced with the huge issue of life and death, everyone will have a sense of responsibility to "save the world", or at least save their own country and their own small family.People are united as one, working together, the desire to create is stimulated unprecedentedly at this time, and heroes and fighters emerge in endlessly, as if the whole country and the whole world are full of great people.

Superman curbs that possibility.

This sounded too uncomfortable, and Karl himself didn't want to admit it. It was unacceptable for him to admit that Clark could make mistakes and that Clark had made mistakes.

Clark did everything in his power to protect others, but his doing so was likely to lead to serious consequences. People who didn't sound wolf-hearted would not speak like this.

But Carl must face up to this fact, and face up to what both Lex and Batman have warned.

Even though he was flying in the sky, Carl couldn't help sighing deeply, then he turned around and went to an alley where mutant abilities suddenly rioted. A slender and attractive black girl was surrounded by a group of white teenagers. in the corner.

The corners of her clothes have been torn, and her expression is between panic and anger.

In Carl's sight, everything froze.

Her arms stretched out involuntarily, and a wave of energy contracted inward around her body. Those rude and cruel boys had already twisted parts of their limbs because of this force. Their inverted joints and pain were incomparable. The ferocious expressions froze, their conscious reaction speed was extremely slow, but the body's instincts had already sensed the imminent death, and despair seeped from their still eyes. Karl frowned, feeling that he tasted the bitter thick syrup in his mouth.

He flew over and pushed the boys away with such ease that they didn't suffer disabling injuries, but a few months in a hospital bed was probably inevitable.

The girl was trembling violently, Carl held her in his arms, gently straightened out the rioting energy for her, and then flew into Xavier Academy for Gifted Youth.

Because he frequently sent panicked mutants, a classroom was specially set up for him among the students. In the classroom, there would be mutants on duty who were suitable for comforting others. Most of the time, this person was Angela.

If the world were a story about him, Angela would be an excellent representation of a heroine.

She is his first object of assistance, and she has an irreplaceable position in his heart; she has a tough character and a bright mind; and most importantly, she looks at Superman like a believer sees his own god.

Angela, the little mutant rescued by Carl during his first operation, is a blonde girl with a face that is not good at smiling, but her eyes are always shining with a warm and warm glow. For countless times, Carl thought he was She saw the appearance of a god in her eyes.

The only problem is that she is too young.God knows how lucky Carl is for this, there is absolutely nothing between him and Angela.

He looked at Angela like he looked at a younger sister, a daughter, a relative you would never understand but would never let go of.

"Superman." Angela put down the book almost the moment his feet hit the ground, "Long time no see."

She released her ability, and a most stable and indestructible mental force field was formed, and the black girl calmed down at a speed that was completely unreasonable, even now being held in the arms of a strange man, appearing In an unfamiliar situation, there was no screaming.She leaned against the heat source almost nostalgicly, and the arms around her made her feel extremely safe.

"Long time no see, Angela." Carl said softly, let go of his hand, and gently pushed the black pearl in his arms towards Angela, "Go."

Angela's ability allowed her to gain the trust of this mutant girl who had just awakened her abilities. She obediently walked towards Angela.

It seems that after wandering for a long time, I forgot the taste of home, but suddenly, the forgotten memory awakened again.

Home, the mutant girl thought.

"Are you leaving?" Angela said, softly. "We know you're busy, but you're missed. Stay for dinner?"

"Okay, Angela." Carl didn't refuse. He walked over at a speed that human eyes could detect, "But you usually don't just ask me to keep me like this. The professor asked you to say that."

Angela stroked the black girl's long unkempt hair, "Yeah."

Carl just laughed, and he didn't know what else to do but laugh.Angela is the most special of all the mutants rescued by him. All the other rescued people are more or less psychologically traumatized, but Angela's mental state shows that everything is normal. Professor X personally identified and closed the coffin. In conclusion, children are not deceived.

She was too quiet, and after several years, she was still cautious in every move, and there was almost no extra blood on that pale little face.

When going out, Carl reached out and patted Angela's shoulder with a very light force.

"Well done," he said simply, "You are my pride."

Angela didn't speak, she never spoke much.

It was long after Superman had left that a smile appeared on her delicate, icy face.

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