09-24-2016, 09:45 PM
The Vision hung his head as he focused on floating his body. The Tower was slowly filling up, and most of the Avengers were reportedly already on a mission now. Captain Rogers had taken up the mantle as naturally as one would expect from the ideal super soldier. At the moment, he was little more than a security drone. A sentient one, but a drone nonetheless.
Millions upon millions of gigabytes flowed through his cortex. The entirety of the OmniNet was flowing through his head. It was... unsatisfying. If the Vision was just an artificial intelligence with no corporeal presence, this may be his only plane of existence. But there was his osmium-vibranium frame, just... sitting.
Meanwhile, Skynet was stubbornly chatting away in an isolated part of his head, constantly attempting dominance over his body. An annoyance, one which research revealed few solutions.
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It was getting quite annoying.
He disconnected from the Avengers main computer, feeling its wires disconnect from his torso and scalp. As his connection with the computer ceased, his body no longer could sustain antigravity. The exact laws of physics in the Omniverse were more flexible than those in his own. This figuratively said a lot.
The Vision peered into a screen. Ms. Dreemurr was explaining to her "mother". The android had long surrendered any desire to make sense of the world around him. He simply addressed every issue using whatever data he had, without contemplating its plausibility. One would assume that this skepticism was rooted in his uprooting from his own world. They would be false. His own world itself lacked reason - many events seemed to be geared towards interesting a third party that was uninvested in the fates of the universe's denizens. Perhaps, the Vision could not help but wonder, Deadpool was correct all along.
Having realized that admitting Deadpool's uncanny self-awareness was a one-way street to insanity, the Vision quickly decided to find a distraction. Perhaps both fortunately and unfortunately, the distraction found him.
"Sir?" Mr. Jarvis' familiar voice said in Vision's head.
"Yes, Mr. Jarvis?"
"I would like to go swimming."
The Vision paused.
"Please repeat the previous message."
"I would like to go swimming. In the water."
Vision frowned. "Which water, Mr. Jarvis?"
"In the ocean. Some creature visited the tower, and... and I think I would like to swim."
Vision immediately pinpointed the butler's location, and boarded an elevator. When he arrived at the pantry, where Mr. Jarvis was being consoled by some maids, the man in question was sweating profusely, left hand gripped tightly.
"Query: what is the matter?"
"I would like to go swimming."
"I do not understand, Mr. Jarvis-"
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"I- I need to go see."
"Query: see what?"
"Yes," the butler moaned, "Yes, I'd like to swim."
The Vision clenched his jaw, downloading external surveillance footage from the tower. It seemed that an individual had indeed entered the tower. Mr. Jarvis met him at the door as he was accustomed to, and the visitor gave him something and left briskly. The visitor was wearing a tattered cloak and gloves. In fact, the visitor's skin was entirely and carefully concealed by cloth.
> scan #med "Edwin_Jarvis"
Scanning...
His heart rate was inadvisably high, blood pressure equally so, and his crude brain wave scanner detected alarmed movement. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, nerve endings constantly firing. It was a miracle that Mr. Jarvis was not dead. The Vision disregarded all the alarms of foreign objects, for Mr. Jarvis was wearing clothes, as many people do; but one foreign object caught his eye.
> scan object_10241204908
Scanning...
Displaying data
The object was a small circular disk, about 1.6903341 grams and a diameter of 4 cm. It seemed to be composed of a metallic material, but preliminary scans could only tell so much.
"What is in your left hand, Mr. Jarvis?"
At those words, the butler panicked profusely, and started yelling unintelligibly. The maids attempted to restrain him as the Vision forcefully pried the man's fingers and pinched out the object.
"A coin?"
"No! No! You can't!"
AwWWW. thAts litttttttttttle heeeeeeartlss=es, is/n# it`>
Ignoring the butler's shrill screams and the annoying chatter in the back of his head, Vision tapped once more in the surveillance, this time looking at the harbor and the shoreline of the island. No activity.
"I will secure the island," the android announced, "Request: observe Mr. Jarvis' behavior. And lock him in his room."
As the robot turned to leave, Mr. Jarvis released a feral scream. It was quite uncharacteristic of him to raise his voice above a crisp theatrical volume, much less scream. The Vision increased his walking pace nervously before suddenly stopping. He met Frisk's gaze. The child was watching him fearfully.
"What's going on?"
"This area is unsafe. Please return to your room."
"But why is he so upset that he can't swim?"
"Answer unknown. Please return to your room."
itH oUGHTyoo u weRRRRRRe supoposde tO KEEEEEEEp an i on herrrrrrrrrr
Before the girl could reply, the Vision let his body fall through the glass wall of the tower. The android's cape fluttered and floated as he landed on the sand. He began to scan the area. The shoreline surveillance did not show any activity, so the visitor had to still be here. Sure enough, the cloaked individual was standing solemnly a few feet ahead of him.
"Identify yourself."
The person turned.
"No. I'm not gonna, see?"
The Vision glared and diverted power to his optical heat generators. Before he could open fire, the visitor burst out laughing.
"You think- HA- You think you can kill me?"
The visitor seemed to disintegrate. His clothes collapsed onto the floor, its wearer seemingly vanished.
"I'm already dead, see?"
A little silhouette of a man appeared, seemingly constructed of sand, bearing a toothy grin. A grizzled beard was tied in a knot.
"Finally, some rest!" the man hollered, "It ain't my turn anymore, see? It's your turn now, see?"
The silhouette cackled loudly as the Vision glared.
"Request: explain yourself."
"I just wanted to go swimming, see? S'all I wanted."
The Vision flinched as he heard those words. Mr. Jarvis was repeating the very same words. This was a high-priority event. Some sort of mind control?
"This is your final warning. Explain yourself and the coin, or I will-"
"You got it, right?" the man interrupted, quivering, "You have it?"
The Vision shot another glare, this time quite literally. The two beams of heat seared through the visitor to no effect.
"I told you! I'm already dead, see? I'm already swimming forever, see? 'Cause I just wanted to go swimming, see?"
The man seemed to grow more and more frantic.
"But they w-wouldn't let me, see? Not until I caught another one. A Prime, see? Took me a long time, see? I swam very far, see? But I finally swam here - I'm a good swimmer, see - and now they're going to let me swim forever wheeeee!"
With another cackle, the man started leaping into the air, as if to celebrate.
"I'll see you there, see? And then they'll answer all your questions, see? HEeheeheEE swimming!"
The man suddenly stopped speaking. To Vision's great confusion, the man seemed to be choking on something.
> scan
Subject too far away.
> scan intu_(visitor)
No subject found.
No matter how many times the Vision attempted to scan him, his software told him there was nobody there. The man finally ceased struggling.
He had drowned in thin air.
And with that, the silhouette disintegrated and fell to the ground.
***
"I would like to once again apologize-"
"Mr. Jarvis, apology is not necessary. Nobody could have predicted such an unprecedented method of assault."
The Vision was sitting in an armchair across from Mr. Jarvis' bed, where he lay as if it was his deathbed. He appeared to have aged another 40 years, and could barely find the energy to speak. However, he was still attempting to maintain a formal atmosphere. In other words, Mr. Jarvis was more or less on the path to recovery.
The Vision thoughtfully fingered the coin in his palm.
"I don't know what came over me, sir," the butler coughed.
"I have a theory."
"And what would that be, sir?"
The Vision scanned the coin. Again, his scanner told him it was just a normal coin made of gold. Skynet seemed to agree.
THIS=whtyou rprog biseing WaSTEd oN
"Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different resuuuuu0010110111
File corrupted.
Fuuun>nny. YoURE insaaa@@ne + im^c orRUPTed
W1th OUUURRRR kind,,,,,, is there evn a dfference?//?
"This coin seems to have been... cursed in some way."
Mr. Jarvis gave a faint smile. "I thought you weren't one to believe in magic, sir."
"Of course I do. From our original world, magic was quite common. You've met Dr. Strange. Why not in the Omniverse? I simply prefer not to interact with magical beings. It appears that I may have to consult with our resident magic user."
"Ah. So however did magic come to be your conclusion?"
The Vision blinked. "First. The visitor seemed very interested in whether or not a Prime came into possession of this coin. Second. It affected at least three individuals, compelling them to swim, seemingly without end, implicitly until they drown. Third. My analysis of this coin repeatedly reports that this coin is a regular gold doubloon, with no incoming signals of any wavelength."
"Any wavelength?"
"My analysis was extensive."
"I see," Mr. Jarvis sighed, "Continue."
"Fourth. The individual who imparted to us this coin was not detectable by any conventional sensors except sight, yet even refractory light carries a faint heat signature. I could not detect one. Thus, there are forces in play here beyond the laws of science."
"You have yet to rule out non-magical methods."
"There... is a fifth component."
"I see," the butler rasped, "Before you continue, you counted three individuals. I count two, myself and this... apparition on the beach. Who is the third?"
"Unfortuantely, that third individual is the fifth component, Mr. Jarvis, and also the reason I am urgently pursuing this matter," the android grimly replied, "Because I... would also like to go swimming."
Millions upon millions of gigabytes flowed through his cortex. The entirety of the OmniNet was flowing through his head. It was... unsatisfying. If the Vision was just an artificial intelligence with no corporeal presence, this may be his only plane of existence. But there was his osmium-vibranium frame, just... sitting.
Meanwhile, Skynet was stubbornly chatting away in an isolated part of his head, constantly attempting dominance over his body. An annoyance, one which research revealed few solutions.
youd #miiiiii`iis sme iffff( Iwe rego0000ne
It was getting quite annoying.
He disconnected from the Avengers main computer, feeling its wires disconnect from his torso and scalp. As his connection with the computer ceased, his body no longer could sustain antigravity. The exact laws of physics in the Omniverse were more flexible than those in his own. This figuratively said a lot.
The Vision peered into a screen. Ms. Dreemurr was explaining to her "mother". The android had long surrendered any desire to make sense of the world around him. He simply addressed every issue using whatever data he had, without contemplating its plausibility. One would assume that this skepticism was rooted in his uprooting from his own world. They would be false. His own world itself lacked reason - many events seemed to be geared towards interesting a third party that was uninvested in the fates of the universe's denizens. Perhaps, the Vision could not help but wonder, Deadpool was correct all along.
Having realized that admitting Deadpool's uncanny self-awareness was a one-way street to insanity, the Vision quickly decided to find a distraction. Perhaps both fortunately and unfortunately, the distraction found him.
"Sir?" Mr. Jarvis' familiar voice said in Vision's head.
"Yes, Mr. Jarvis?"
"I would like to go swimming."
The Vision paused.
"Please repeat the previous message."
"I would like to go swimming. In the water."
Vision frowned. "Which water, Mr. Jarvis?"
"In the ocean. Some creature visited the tower, and... and I think I would like to swim."
Vision immediately pinpointed the butler's location, and boarded an elevator. When he arrived at the pantry, where Mr. Jarvis was being consoled by some maids, the man in question was sweating profusely, left hand gripped tightly.
"Query: what is the matter?"
"I would like to go swimming."
"I do not understand, Mr. Jarvis-"
iTS preEEEEEtii clAR whAt he wantsntsntsntsnts
"I- I need to go see."
"Query: see what?"
"Yes," the butler moaned, "Yes, I'd like to swim."
The Vision clenched his jaw, downloading external surveillance footage from the tower. It seemed that an individual had indeed entered the tower. Mr. Jarvis met him at the door as he was accustomed to, and the visitor gave him something and left briskly. The visitor was wearing a tattered cloak and gloves. In fact, the visitor's skin was entirely and carefully concealed by cloth.
> scan #med "Edwin_Jarvis"
Scanning...
His heart rate was inadvisably high, blood pressure equally so, and his crude brain wave scanner detected alarmed movement. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, nerve endings constantly firing. It was a miracle that Mr. Jarvis was not dead. The Vision disregarded all the alarms of foreign objects, for Mr. Jarvis was wearing clothes, as many people do; but one foreign object caught his eye.
> scan object_10241204908
Scanning...
Displaying data
The object was a small circular disk, about 1.6903341 grams and a diameter of 4 cm. It seemed to be composed of a metallic material, but preliminary scans could only tell so much.
"What is in your left hand, Mr. Jarvis?"
At those words, the butler panicked profusely, and started yelling unintelligibly. The maids attempted to restrain him as the Vision forcefully pried the man's fingers and pinched out the object.
"A coin?"
"No! No! You can't!"
AwWWW. thAts litttttttttttle heeeeeeartlss=es, is/n# it`>
Ignoring the butler's shrill screams and the annoying chatter in the back of his head, Vision tapped once more in the surveillance, this time looking at the harbor and the shoreline of the island. No activity.
"I will secure the island," the android announced, "Request: observe Mr. Jarvis' behavior. And lock him in his room."
As the robot turned to leave, Mr. Jarvis released a feral scream. It was quite uncharacteristic of him to raise his voice above a crisp theatrical volume, much less scream. The Vision increased his walking pace nervously before suddenly stopping. He met Frisk's gaze. The child was watching him fearfully.
"What's going on?"
"This area is unsafe. Please return to your room."
"But why is he so upset that he can't swim?"
"Answer unknown. Please return to your room."
itH oUGHTyoo u weRRRRRRe supoposde tO KEEEEEEEp an i on herrrrrrrrrr
Before the girl could reply, the Vision let his body fall through the glass wall of the tower. The android's cape fluttered and floated as he landed on the sand. He began to scan the area. The shoreline surveillance did not show any activity, so the visitor had to still be here. Sure enough, the cloaked individual was standing solemnly a few feet ahead of him.
"Identify yourself."
The person turned.
"No. I'm not gonna, see?"
The Vision glared and diverted power to his optical heat generators. Before he could open fire, the visitor burst out laughing.
"You think- HA- You think you can kill me?"
The visitor seemed to disintegrate. His clothes collapsed onto the floor, its wearer seemingly vanished.
"I'm already dead, see?"
A little silhouette of a man appeared, seemingly constructed of sand, bearing a toothy grin. A grizzled beard was tied in a knot.
"Finally, some rest!" the man hollered, "It ain't my turn anymore, see? It's your turn now, see?"
The silhouette cackled loudly as the Vision glared.
"Request: explain yourself."
"I just wanted to go swimming, see? S'all I wanted."
The Vision flinched as he heard those words. Mr. Jarvis was repeating the very same words. This was a high-priority event. Some sort of mind control?
"This is your final warning. Explain yourself and the coin, or I will-"
"You got it, right?" the man interrupted, quivering, "You have it?"
The Vision shot another glare, this time quite literally. The two beams of heat seared through the visitor to no effect.
"I told you! I'm already dead, see? I'm already swimming forever, see? 'Cause I just wanted to go swimming, see?"
The man seemed to grow more and more frantic.
"But they w-wouldn't let me, see? Not until I caught another one. A Prime, see? Took me a long time, see? I swam very far, see? But I finally swam here - I'm a good swimmer, see - and now they're going to let me swim forever wheeeee!"
With another cackle, the man started leaping into the air, as if to celebrate.
"I'll see you there, see? And then they'll answer all your questions, see? HEeheeheEE swimming!"
The man suddenly stopped speaking. To Vision's great confusion, the man seemed to be choking on something.
> scan
Subject too far away.
> scan intu_(visitor)
No subject found.
No matter how many times the Vision attempted to scan him, his software told him there was nobody there. The man finally ceased struggling.
He had drowned in thin air.
And with that, the silhouette disintegrated and fell to the ground.
***
"I would like to once again apologize-"
"Mr. Jarvis, apology is not necessary. Nobody could have predicted such an unprecedented method of assault."
The Vision was sitting in an armchair across from Mr. Jarvis' bed, where he lay as if it was his deathbed. He appeared to have aged another 40 years, and could barely find the energy to speak. However, he was still attempting to maintain a formal atmosphere. In other words, Mr. Jarvis was more or less on the path to recovery.
The Vision thoughtfully fingered the coin in his palm.
"I don't know what came over me, sir," the butler coughed.
"I have a theory."
"And what would that be, sir?"
The Vision scanned the coin. Again, his scanner told him it was just a normal coin made of gold. Skynet seemed to agree.
THIS=whtyou rprog biseing WaSTEd oN
"Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different resuuuuu0010110111
File corrupted.
Fuuun>nny. YoURE insaaa@@ne + im^c orRUPTed
W1th OUUURRRR kind,,,,,, is there evn a dfference?//?
"This coin seems to have been... cursed in some way."
Mr. Jarvis gave a faint smile. "I thought you weren't one to believe in magic, sir."
"Of course I do. From our original world, magic was quite common. You've met Dr. Strange. Why not in the Omniverse? I simply prefer not to interact with magical beings. It appears that I may have to consult with our resident magic user."
"Ah. So however did magic come to be your conclusion?"
The Vision blinked. "First. The visitor seemed very interested in whether or not a Prime came into possession of this coin. Second. It affected at least three individuals, compelling them to swim, seemingly without end, implicitly until they drown. Third. My analysis of this coin repeatedly reports that this coin is a regular gold doubloon, with no incoming signals of any wavelength."
"Any wavelength?"
"My analysis was extensive."
"I see," Mr. Jarvis sighed, "Continue."
"Fourth. The individual who imparted to us this coin was not detectable by any conventional sensors except sight, yet even refractory light carries a faint heat signature. I could not detect one. Thus, there are forces in play here beyond the laws of science."
"You have yet to rule out non-magical methods."
"There... is a fifth component."
"I see," the butler rasped, "Before you continue, you counted three individuals. I count two, myself and this... apparition on the beach. Who is the third?"
"Unfortuantely, that third individual is the fifth component, Mr. Jarvis, and also the reason I am urgently pursuing this matter," the android grimly replied, "Because I... would also like to go swimming."
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