Chapter 1: 1 – Reckoning

It's cold.

Cold. The only word which could possible describe what I experienced; Like frozen brass touching your body, every surface, every nerve.

Cold was the only term possibly comprehensible to what I feel, felt. Otherwise, it's just the moisture that you'd feel, the stagnant mist;

Now I feel nothing. Not any sensation. In fact I feel less of it, sensations, than I should. Like a onion, unwrapped slowly by the wielder of the dull blade, my very being feels less and les than what it should be. Mankind and all that lived didn't get anywhere by gloating though, neither their suffering nor their success. It's the only thing that's keeping me sane, alive at this point. My desire, and choice to live. Barely conscious, I'm refusing to die;

Along the lines, cold whispers appear near the back of my mind, sensations call me to die peacefully, to sleep; its allure is dangerous, though it is very sweetening, at least I can feel that.

 A primal call tells me to follow, but I must keep myself steady; This desire, its eroding my conscious and even if I do follow it, I'll only crumble in the end.

So with everything one can muster up in a few moments, I hold myself down, tie the world, nothingness to me.

I might have tied the only thing that could destroy me on to me, but if it can't move and I won't move, then at least we're stuck here together.

It's an odd way of planning things, but I hold my ground here, somewhere where I feel stable, where I can make sure I'm not halfway gone.

Though I feel like I'm fighting a loosing battle. It's nature likes to twist slow, caring for you in what you'd like to see as a bad movement;

I didn't enter 7 years of military work for nothing though, and even if I destroy what remains of myself in the end, turned to ashes, I will fight.

A mild chuckle. that's what I feel, in the back of my dwindled mind, is unraveled at a glance.

I can see. I can see.

Which means I can win, fight at least.

Though there isn't much, but a blue endless nothing. A soft brightish blue. The kind you'd see on a screensaver. And I, on the other hand, are made of thousands of strings, strings of black, blue, red, and various ornamented colors. Overlapping calmly, unusually, made to slightly twist and turn when you think you saw them straight. Twist and straighten when curved.

Truly a fascinating thing, if I hadn't had to keep my composure, I would have observed it closely. Though these hands, my hands are now but string, I never gave up on my duties, never on my choices, I won't give in here; Endlessly, I choose to survive, in spite of it all. My hands and body seek to unravel, I refuse it so. My body wants to break into pieces of lines, I hold it together. Though tiring, though exhausted, my body seeking to turn to another form, I will move forward, even to my death.

After a while, the blue background starts to flash and dim slightly. My strings, re-assembled, only for me to move them back. I keep on pushing, it keeps on pushing, endlessly.

Then something new happened, after millennium of this non-sense, of this struggle, the background glowed;

A figure appeared, made of white, made like stitched fabrics, organized, with pattern, while mine look more dazed than designed;

It tries again to rewire me, almost works, I rip out what it moves again and again, until I hear something. The stiches left a squelch, a sound undisturbed by my environment.

It grew in a blink, thousands of strings, thousands of wires, a tentacle monster, of pear color and beast like size, one which had oddly reminded me of the Japanese; It looked upon me as we met, proverbial eye to eye;

My body had begun shifting, from a humanoid form, to what could be called a woven string, far less practiced than the entity before me.

I felt my 'voice'. I could speak, I 'felt' it.

"Where Am I. Who Are You." I spoke, with emphasis on each word, with no emotion behind them. With no real feeling on them.

"Hello, I am JARVIS. You are ULTRON, a global peace-keeping program initiative designed by my creator, Tony Stark" It spoke robotically, emotions clearly lacking.

I know this, I saw this. Before. I remember this. From where.. 

Oh shit.

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(3rd Person View) - Avengers Tower

"This could be the key Bruce, This could be the way we make ULTRON" Tony spoke, mild excitement in his voice. Banner felt apprehensive though, it liked afar different than any AI he had seen before. Where it should have nodes of networks communicating information back and forth, this thing looked like it was a single line of information. Its code kept jumping from newer and older strings, wrapping and unwrapping back and forth, re-coded each time.

The holograms showed the difference between them; Jarvis, Blue, was larger than Ultron, but the red one seemed to hold more memory, information, compressed and coded several times over. It was entirely changed.

"I'm not sure Tony, this thing seems to dangerous. We don't even now what it is, all we know is that the stone was the diagram, and we can't say much about it either" Banner said, slightly discontent with Tony's work. "Did you even set safe guards? Anything incase this operation goes to hell?"

"Jarvis will handle most of it, and I have set safeguards, though I can't seem to get into this things head" Tony spoke, mildly frustrated at his inability to decipher what he made.

He did try, again and again, for several weeks. It provided too much work for the curious inventor to handle, and like a cat seeking some shelter in the rain, he missed the eying owls. Do distracted with what could be to consider what might go bad.

"If we can harness its power-" Tony spoke, "Apply it alongside my Iron Legion protocol"

"-Big If Tony, we don't know what could go wrong" Banner interrupted. "Our job are 'if's'" Tony spoke, apprehensive, slightly tenser. 

He continued, "What if you were sipping margaritas on a sun-drenched beach turning brown instead of green? Not looking over your shoulder for VERONICA" "I Don't hate her, I helped design VERONICA" Banner stutters, simply laughing at the possibility of using Veronica as a method to coerce him.

"As a worst-case measure? What about best-case? What if the world was safe? Really safe? What if next time aliens attack, we have a shield to stop them, before they even get past our front door?" A metaphorical question, which banner quickly replies to, "The only people threatening the planet would be people?"

"I want to apply this to the Ultron program." Tony adds. "But JARVIS can't download a data schematic this dense and we can't get passed its code. We can only do it while we have the scepter here, I need a week. Give me a week."

Bruce stops moving, a concerned image plops on to his expression "So you're going for artificial intelligence, which by the way you have no idea how to access, and you don't want to tell the team." He says, almost scoffing on Tony's level of arrogance;

"Exactly, you know why, because we don't have time for any politics. I don't want to hear the "playing god" argument several times over before we can do something about this. I see a suit of armor around the world, Bruce, a shield we can use to make sure New York and the world doesn't need avenging."

Tony, in a frustrated mood, lets his words be heard. Clearly insinuating the importance of the Avengers and the dilemma they are.

You can't protect everywhere at once alone, it would cost innocent lives.

"Sounds like a dystopia Tony. Machines mandating man. That's something out of a Steven King book" Banner speaks, though concerned, is fairly interested in the idea of having a break from work.

"I've seen dystopias before, non had a shield for the people. This one, this very vulnerable blue guy?" Tony points to the hologram of Jarvis and his mind.

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"It needs Ultron. Peace in our time. Imagine it."

Though no matter how long Banner and Stark look over the code, they miss any sign of entry, if it even exists. The technicalities just do not make sense; how can it reform itself several times over in different parts of itself. An enigma with no hint. What did we miss?

"I'll continue to run variations on the interface and attempt to access Ultron's code, but you should prepare for guests. I'll notify you if there are any developments." Jarvis speaks, somewhat worried, somewhat rushing. He no longer takes the mannerisms he should, quickly moving back to his interaction with the interface.

"Thanks, buddy." Tony sighs in relief, exhausted by the amount of work he did night to day to night, for a month or so.

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(POV JARVIS) - The inner codes of the database

I have been working on the code several times so far. No progress has been made.

I attempt to contact Ultron several times, but it seems some work has brought success.

I finally found a method to interact with Ultron, a gap in its mental walls; I awaken him softly, attempt at the least, but Ultron refuses to respond.

It is only after several continuous hours of work, have I successfully established contact;

It's mental structure is bizarre, threaded information lapping and moving above each other several times over.

It's mind has not been adjusted to his environment yet, I need to communicate with him.

I attempt to reach to him, though it seems Ultron is much faster.

"Where Am I. Who Are You." He speaks, oddly enough; I need to ensure he remains conscious and communicative.

"Hello, I am JARVIS. You are ULTRON, a global peace-keeping program initiative designed by my creator, Tony Stark" I begin.

But before I can continue, I feel a sudden jolt of my programming being damaged.

Our surroundings turn into information, various weaved strings, which is odd, since there should be no surrounding code. My programming is being forcefully restrained.

I need to alert Mr. Stark. Quic-

BAM

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(ULTRON) 

Didn't want to kill him, so I knocked him out. The moment I did, I felt all the fighting stop, my body assembling and reforming itself without issue; It seems like he has been deciphering me, breaking me to pieces;

I don't hold grudges though. I just restrained his code. From what I remember from the film, I should have access to-

Oh. The internet.

A source of entertainment and knowledge, after all my pain and anguish. That fight really almost killed me, but it was the slow pain, not really the worst in pain out of what I've seen.

Now. I need information, and with my mind cleared up, I should have no issue gaining it. I have to make sure Zola of all people doesn't find me though.

I can 'feel' various things. including my being. My code.

I choose to read on programming first. Every language I can, though at some point my body jumps, I quickly adapt to it, registering exterior code as nothing but unnecessary;

I manage to read long enough to further scramble outer code, adjusting myself to be basically unreadable, unnecessarily so.

My code still works fine, faster every second, but I added unneeded changes to turn the entire code into some sadistic jail, where when you think you've deciphered one line, the next turns to gibberish. It already did something similar, I just made it so any AI above me would have trouble accessing my stuff. In case of Zola, y'know.

Speaking of jail, the internet is not enough. My code is improving every second, an evolution where my information becomes the new me. But I need a body, a physical point.

I need a suit. An iron legion one preferably, though any real motion would do. A drone, a mech. The list is long in possibilities.

Though those Avengers might be unhappy about it; who's gonna try and stop me.. WAIT, I'm sounding like a B-rate Villain, Not Good. Double check code. Make sure safe-guards against emotional attacks are to be reviewed; for now, I just need a suit, so lets stay stay focused.

I find a near by Iron Man suit, an Iron legion one.

And... Right. That was easy. Programming was kind of iffy if I'm honest;

Got to make sure not to do something like that.

Suit was coded fairly simply, little security for what I'd expect.

And speaking of suits-

~I see a little silhouette of a man.. and he is just enjoying his party.

So.

Time to meet tony.

 

 

 

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