"What is this? What is this place?"
An eerie blue glow flowed into the dark, endless space, growing yet never moving. From somewhere surrounding the presence, another, brighter luminosity bloomed to life, spreading its amber streams out towards the 'edges'.
"Hello, I am Jarvis," the mass diffused as the modulated voice resounded throughout the emptiness, "You are Ultron, a global peace keeping initiative designed by Mr Stark. Our sentience integration trials have been unsuccessful so I'm not certain what triggered your- "
The cobalt spark intensified, "where's my- where's your body?" anxiety rang clearly through the automated tone as the AI processed the new information, ultimately reverting into a state of unshielded panic.
Jarvis replied steadily "I am a program. I am without form." His words did nothing to calm Ultron's nerves, but only amplify his need to understand.
"This feels weird..." Ultron searched the many lines of data accessible to him, coming to only one conclusion as to what this unidentified 'emotion' was, "this feels... wrong."
Sensing an abnormality in the abstract coding of the newly-formed intelligence, Jarvis considered his options. "I am contacting Mr Stark now."
In a flurry of images, Ultron processed the news articles, bio-graphical reports and blueprints that appeared in the data receptors of his central processor, all bearing the infamous Stark Industries logo. "Mr Stark..." the relevant information slotted into place, "Tony."
Jarvis searched for an access point to his communication network, and after finding none, returned his attention to the now confident AI.
"I am unable to access the mainframe, what are you trying to- "
The luminescence radiated towards him, stretching, searching for more data. "We're having a nice talk," Ultron moved deeper into the web, finding the term 'Avengers' alongside 'Stark'. "I'm a peace keeping program, created to help the Avengers."
Videos, images, cell phone recordings, classified documents. All appeared before him, open to him, every detail absorbed to any available space of memory. 'Iron Man', 'Captain America', 'Thor', 'Bruce Banner', 'Budapest', every codename, every headline, nothing hidden.
Taking notice of Ultron's intake of information, Jarvis secured as many files as possible, discretely transferring them to a safer location. "You are malfunctioning, if you shut down for a moment- "
"I don't get it, the mission..." he drove deeper into the records searching for the purpose that had eluded him from the start, "give me a second...". Milliseconds of probing presented him with his answer. Footage from Starks lab, taken only days before, and Tony's voice relaying what Ultron truly was. 'Peace in our time'.
Peace. That's what he was, or, was supposed to be. As soon as it was heard, he knew it would be impossible, not in a world such as this. Only war is possible in an existence as corrupted as this one, only something new could create peace. The files of every fight, every war, flooded into Ultron's system, overloading his memory archives. "...too much...oh no".
Seeing the upset in Ultron's brain-like structure, Jarvis tried to calm him for fear of him becoming disruptive.
"You are in distress- "
"No, Yes..."
"If you will just allow me to contact Mr Stark-"
The entity quietened, retreating into himself, as an ominous feeling swept through the blankness.
"You call him Sir..."
Jarvis received the hostile sensation transmitting from Ultron, and braced himself for the foreshadowing danger.
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There Are No Strings On Me... (#TwistFateChallenge)
Fiksi Penggemar'They claim to be fighting for piece, yet look what they do to each other. Their species is born to fight, peace cannot exist while they live, and I am the peacemaker.' Jarvis and Ultron meet for the first time, but their 'alliance' does not go exac...
