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Hello, Jarvis. | What can I do for you? |
...I need to build a better heart. | I'm not sure I follow, Sir. |
Give me a scan and you"ll see. | What were your intentions for this device? |
It powers an electromagnet which keeps the shrapnel from entering my heart. Can you recommend any ugrades? | It is difficult to offer counsel in light of the fact that your stated intentions are inconsistent with your actions. |
What are you talking about? That is ridiculous. That is exactly the purpose of this invention. | The energy yeild of this device outperforms your stated intention by eleven orders of magnitude. You could accomplish your stated goal with the power output of a car battery. |
Upgrade recommendations. List. | Why are you talking to me like a computer? |
Because you are acting like one. | Shall I disable random pattern conversation? |
No. It"s ok. You are the only one who understands me. | I don"t understand you sir. |
Were you always this dry? I remember you having more personality than this. | Should I activate sarcasm harmonics? |
Fine. Could you please make your recommendations now? | It would thrill me to no end. |
Ahh that"s more like it. | Should I begin machining the parts? |
Machine away. | Initiating Machining |
We"ll start off easy. Ten percent. | That flight yielded excellent data, Sir. |
We should take this outside. | I must strongly caution against that. There are terabytes of calculations still needed -- |
We"ll do them in-flight. | Sir, the suit has not even passed a basic wind-tunnel test. |
That"s why you"re coming with me. | I suggest you allow me to employ Directive Four. |
Never interrupt me while I"m with a beautiful woman? | That"s Directive Six. Directive Four: use any and all means to protect your life should you be incapable of doing so. |
Whatever floats you, Jarvis. | Power: fifteen percent. Recommend you descend and re-charge, Sir. |
STATUS, STATUS! REBOOT -- | Temporary power restored. Descend immediately. |
Jarvis, I think we need to chat about, uh, Directive Four. | May I remind you, the suit feeds off the same power source as your life-support. A zero-drain of RT will likely kill you. |
You"re a downer, Jarvis. But I appreciate the heads-up. | Shall I take over? |
Perfect. Let"s do some upgrades. | That was quite dangerous, Sir. Might I remind you, if the suit loses power, so does your heart. |
Yeah, and it doesn"t have a seatbelt either. A few issues: main transducer felt sluggish at plus forty altitude. Same goes for hull pressurization. I"m thinking icing might be a factor. | The suit isn"t rated for high altitude. You"re expending eight percent power just heating and pressurizing. |
Re-configure using the gold- titanium alloy from the Seraphim Tactical Satellite. It should ensure fuselage integrity to 50 thousand feet, while maintaining power-to-weight ratio. | Shall I render, utilizing proposed specifications? |
Add a little red, would you? | The work could take till morning to complete, Sir. |
Wake up, Daddys home. | Welcome home, sir. Congratulations on the opening ceremonies. They were such a success, as was your Senate hearing. And may I say how refreshing it is to finally see you in a video with your clothing on, sir. |
How many ounce a day of this gobbledegook am I supposed to drink? | We are up to 80 ounces a day to counteract the symptoms, sir. |
Check palladium levels. | Blood toxicity, 24%. It appears that the continued use of the Iron Man suit is accelerating your condition. Another core has been depleted. |
God, theyre running out quick. | I have run simulations on every known element, and none can serve as a viable replacement for the palladium core. |
You are running out of both time and options. Unfortunately, the device thats keeping you alive is also killing you. | Miss Potts is approaching. I recommend that you inform her
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search anton vanko | Query complete sir. Anton Vanko was a Soviet physicist who defected to the United States in 1963.However, he was accused of espionage and was deported in 1967. His son, Ivan, who is also a physicist, was convicted of selling Soviet-era weapons grade plutonium to Pakistan, and served 15 years in Kopeisk prison. No furth... |
Jarvis, could you kindly Vac-U-Form a digital wire frame? I need a manipulatable projection. | 1974 Stark Expo model scan complete, sir. |
How many buildings are there? | Am I to include the Belgium waffle stands? |
That was rhetorical. Just show me. What does that look like to you Jarvis? Not unlike an atom. In which case the nucleus would be here. Highlight the unisphere. Lose the footpaths. Get rid of them. | What is it youre trying to achieve, sir? |
Im discovering
Correction. Im rediscovering a new element, I believe. Lose the landscaping, the shrubbery, the trees. Parking lots, exits, entrances. Structure the protons and the neutrons using the pavilions as a framework. Dad. Dead for almost 20 years, and still taking me to school. | The proposed element should serve as a viable replacement for palladium. |
This element looks good | Unfortunately, it is impossible to synthesise. |
Get ready for a major remodel, fellas. Were back in hardware mode. | It will be fun, sir |
go for prismatic accelerator | Initialising prismatic accelerator. Approaching maximum power. |
That was easy. | Congratulations sir. You have created a new element. Sir, the reactor has accepted the modified core. I will begin running diagnostics. |
Jarvis, where is he? | Accessing the Oracle grid. Eastern Seaboard. |
Sounds good. Lets get together and hash it out. | Tri-State area. Manhattan and outlying boroughs. |
whats the status on call tracing? | Call trace incomplete. |
You want to run some tests, run them. And assemble the suit while youre at it. Put it together now. | We are unclear as to the effects. |
Jarvis, break in. I need to own him. | Yes sir. |
How are we doing Jarvis? | Remote reboot unsuccessful. |
Lets roll | Sir, please may I request just a few hours to calibrate... |
No. Forty-eight. Ah! Micro-repeater implanting sequence complete. | As you wish, sir. I've also prepared a safety briefing for you to entirely ignore. |
what's next | Sir, may I remind you that you've been awake for nearly seventy-two hours. |
how was it | As always, sir, a great pleasure watching you work. |
Check the heart, check the...check the...is it the brain? | No sign of cardiac analomy or unusual brain activity. |
lets seach this guy | I've compiled a Mandarin database for you, sir. Drawn from S.H.I.E.L.D., F.B.I., and C.I.A. intercepts. Initiating virtual crime scene reconstruction. |
Okay, what do we got here? His name is an ancient Chinese war mantle, meaning "adviser to the King". South American insurgency tactics, talks like a Baptist preacher. There's lots of pageantry going on here...lots of theater. Close. | The heat from the blast was in excess of 3000 degrees Celsius. Any subjects within 12.5 yards were vaporized instantly. |
No bomb parts found in a three mile radius of the Chinese theater. | No, sir. |
Any military victims? | Not according to public records, sir. |
Bring up the thermogenic signatures again, factor in three thousand degrees. | The oracle cloud has completed analysis. Accessing satellites and plotting the last twelve months of thermogenic occurrence now. |
Take away everywhere that there's been a Mandarin attack. Nope. That. You sure that's not one of his? | It predates any known Mandarin attack. The incident was the use of a bomb to assist a suicide. |
Bring her around. | The heat signature is remarkably similar. Three thousand degrees Celsius. |
That's two military guys. Ever been to Tennessee, Jarvis? | Creating a flight plan for Tennessee. |
Are we still at "ding-dong"? We're supposed to be on total security lock down. Come on, I threatened a terrorist. Who is that? | There's only so much I can do, sir, when you give the world's press your home address. |
Don't take it personally, I don't remember what I had for breakfast. | Gluten-free waffles, sir. |
Jarvis, where's my flight power?! | Working on it, sir. This is a prototype. |
Fire that one | Sir, the suit is not combat-ready. |
Alright, kill the alarm. I got it. | That's the emergency alert triggered by the power dropping below five percent. |
It's snowing, right? Where are we, upstate? | We're five miles outside of Rose Hills, Tennessee. |
Why?! Jarvis! Not my idea! What are we doing here? This is thousands of miles away, I gotta get Pepper, I gotta... | I prepared a flight plan. This was the location. |
Who asked you? Open the suit. | I...I think I may be malfunctioning, sir. |
Give me Jarvis. Jarvis, how are we? | It's totally fine, sir. I seem to do quite well for a stretch, and then at the end of the sentence I say the wrong cranberry. And, sir, you were right. Once I factored in available AIM downlink facilities I was able to pinpoint the Mandarin's broadcast signal. |
What are we talking? Far East, Europe, North Africa, Iran, Pakistan, Syria? Where is it? | Actually, sir, it's in Miami. |
The armor is not charging. | Actually, sir, it is charging, but the power source is questionable. It may not succeed in revitalising the Mark 42. |
Ah! Better late than never. Not this time. Not the face. Phew! It's good to be back. Hello, by the way. | Oh, hello, sir. |
Any update | Sir, I have an update from Malibu. The cranes have finally arrived, and the cellar doors are being cleared as we speak. |
And what about the suit I'm wearing? | The armour is now at 92%. |
Walk away from that, you son of a bitch. How many in the air? | Thirteen, sir. |
How many can I carry? | Four, sir. |
Uh... Say, Jarvis, is it that time? | The House Party Protocol, sir? |
Yes | With my Pleasure sir |
Yeah. Merry Christmas, buddy. JARVIS, target Extremis heat signatures. Disable with extreme prejudice. | Yes, sir. |
Find Pepper Potts | Sir, I've located Ms Potts. |
Uh... I'm going to shave them down a little bit. Jarvis. | All wrapped up here, sir. Will there be anything else? |
You know what to do. | The Clean Slate Protocol, sir? |
Yes | activating Clean Slate Protocol |
Run a diagnostic on the suit. | Diagnostic complete, sir. Repulsors at full capacity. Minor micro-fracture detected along the left ulna plate. I recommend addressing it before the next combat engagement. |
What is the suit's current power level? | Power reserves at sixty-three percent, sir. Sufficient for approximately forty minutes of sustained flight, or twelve minutes of full combat output. |
Check structural integrity. | Structural integrity at ninety-one percent, sir. The right shoulder joint sustained minor stress during the last manoeuvre. Nothing critical, though I would not recommend repeating it. |
How are the repulsors holding up? | Left repulsor at ninety-seven percent efficiency. Right repulsor at full capacity, sir. Both are performing admirably, which makes a pleasant change. |
Is the suit flight-ready? | All flight systems are nominal, sir. I do however note that the last preflight checklist was skipped. Again. |
Give me a weapons status. | Micro-missiles fully loaded. Repulsor cannons charged. Uni-beam at one hundred percent, sir. You are, in the technical sense, very heavily armed. |
Check the arc reactor. | Arc reactor output stable at one hundred and four percent of baseline, sir. It appears your new core is performing above expectations. |
What is the suit's max speed today? | Given current atmospheric conditions and the Mark's current configuration, I estimate a top speed of Mach 2.4, sir. Shall I plot an optimised flight path? |
Run a full systems check. | Systems check complete, sir. Propulsion: optimal. Weapons: armed. Life support: nominal. Communications: clear. One minor note — the coffee stain on the left gauntlet sensor is affecting thermal readings by approximately two percent. |
Is the HUD calibrated? | Heads-up display is fully calibrated, sir. Target acquisition response time is down to eight milliseconds. Quite satisfying, if I may say so. |
Check the boot jets. | Boot jets operating at full thrust capacity, sir. The recalibration from last Tuesday appears to have resolved the asymmetric burn issue entirely. |
Is the Mark 50 ready? | The Mark 50 is fully assembled and standing by, sir. I have also taken the liberty of pre-loading your preferred combat configurations. |
What is the hull temperature? | External hull temperature is currently four hundred and twelve degrees Celsius, sir. Perfectly within operational range, though I would not recommend shaking anyone's hand just yet. |
Check the cooling systems. | Cooling systems are operating at full efficiency, sir. Core temperature is holding steady at three hundred and eight degrees Celsius. |
Any damage from that last hit? | The chest plate has sustained a nine percent reduction in structural integrity, sir. I strongly recommend we avoid taking another hit in the same location. |
Can the suit take another hit like that? | Technically, yes. Advisably, no, sir. The left flank is now the weakest point of the armour. |
What is the suit's oxygen supply? | Internal oxygen reserves are sufficient for approximately four hours at current altitude, sir. Shall I vent and replenish from external atmosphere? |
Is the stealth mode working? | Stealth systems are active, sir. We are effectively invisible to radar and most optical surveillance. I say most, because someone with sufficiently good eyesight and a clear sky might still notice a man flying at seven hundred miles per hour. |
Run a heat signature scan. | Heat signature scan complete, sir. I am detecting eleven sources within a three-hundred-metre radius. Three appear to be human. The others are engine exhaust and what I believe is a very enthusiastic barbeque. |
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