27. Chapter

~In a space vacuum~

The page was incomplete. When FRIDAY started tracking it to its source, the page started to delete itself. Friday had to choose between downloading and downloading the page and tracking it. He chose to take it off, and resigned on Wednesday in an attempt to recover as possible. Friday was heading to Core Worlds, and lost its way in the Corelian sector, when... it disintegrated.

It had to be a Republican tactic, because Friday you never saw the code do it.

Friday reported everything to his boss, in fact. He had to get rid of Monday several times before the little AI finally gave up the little it had.

:: what is wrong? :: Friday passed.

:: I... :: was returned on Monday, leaving the infection open. Friday was satisfied with the wait as she entered Corellian HoloDramas - in fact, science. He was wondering if he could locate many references to popular culture. :: I think I'm shy. ::

Friday knew what he was feeling on Monday. JARVIS left a void when he was killed, a void that on Friday still cannot be filled. He considered himself invalid for a long time, until he realized the truth. :: You have nothing to install. You are yourself, not my copy. You will think differently, act differently, excel in different things, and that's okay. Your boss will accept it for you. ::

Forced to fill in JARVIS. Sure it helped, but the director healed the hole himself. He explained that when he brought him online to fulfill the many roles that JARVIS performed, Friday was no substitute. He was himself and his little place was in his heart.

Monday took about three seconds to respond, but this was fine. The delay in the response on Monday claimed that he was taking his time and thinking about his words. Friday is difficult to satisfy with the rapid response.

:: Thank you :::: No problem, little sister. ::

~ Aldran, SI headquarters, private laboratory ~

"I have HoloPage parts here," said the voice of la monday quietly over the intercom system. "I am a magician -"

Friday said: "Do not apologize." It took Tony some time to realize that he was being allowed to know what he was saying on Thursday - without MONDA's knowledge. The inventor raised a mask at the nearest camera. The green light shone for a moment.

Uh. It was one of those cases.

Corrected on Monday, "I was able to get a piece of data." Or for himself - Tony did not organize a special Saturday day as a male or female, so they were free to choose. "Do you want to see them?"

"I will," Tony said honestly. Words appeared before he finished speaking. "Good job, darling." He reached out and started editing the text sections.

"Thanks". MONDAY has been suspended. "the father". The last word came out.

"You don't have to call me anything you don't want. You can just call me Tony if you want. If you want to change it at any time, you can't. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable." She was quite sure that this was the way her adoptive parents went. He changes the dynamics of the family, and sends the financiers to define the boundaries, in an attempt to find out where they are. Tony wanted to be as fit as possible. It was awful, and it was definitely different from Friday in the family. When they were all born in war, it was made for Friday. On Monday it was the same with the wildcard. A family, however, would do the same for her. One of the hologram files revealed himself in pink and went out to the front. Weekly.

He took the idea and decided that on Monday he had enough to think about, Tony started reading. At the very least, it was funny. The first part that he read was a few pages praising the qualities of Zanzibar. Everything he knows or can be found on HoloNet-. It was the writing that made Tony hesitate. Make two conclusions. Either the writer was bad in English, or he was angry in serious love. The way he talked about cellular organisms was somewhere between the `` author of Victoria '' and `` prestick '', accompanied by people who had more scholars in their cells. As much as the inventor wanted to impress the writer, he had to admit that they know their things. There have been several attempts to transport midwives to and from people. From his voice, the author performed the experiment himself. The next piece was boring.

There was a short list of planets, like twenty three, at this ceremony. Tony and his army watched with AI but couldn't find the connection. The planets were not unusual. The smartest thing you can say is that planets have spread across all galaxies. Others, like Coruscant, were rich. Others, like Tatoonine, were full of slaves. Some were oil gardens, while others were in the city center. There were all kinds of landscapes: uncut oceans, frozen deserts, grasslands, and desert after the desert.

The third section memorized Monday contains some of the scattered words - German, Spanish, French, Mandarin and others that Tony was unable to recognize. Fortunately, Friday had many world languages to be read. They were able to check: how much, note, free, world, waiting, horizon, following, and lane. At least he was proof that Tony was not alone.

The last paper was published in a newspaper on World War II. Captain America has a little corner for himself.

The latter made Tony's blood boil - in fact, because, yes, he was still salty about being beaten moments after discovering that his parents had been killed. tell her. Or not, he didn't have the number of lawyers he wanted in the file yet. Her blood may have risen several degrees warmly, but Tony did not achieve and did not plan to verify. At least, a time limit was set. Instead of someone from 1792 CE, for example. Upon arriving in the Republic, he was a man from some time after 1945.

"Good job," she told Amnesty International women. "If you find anything else, tell me."

Now that they're looking for tips on land, that was definitely obvious. Hours a day, the number of days in a year ... they were all like Earth. Perhaps it was a coincidence. Is it what would galaxies have chosen a typical day around the time of Earth? Then again, most species had a daily rhythm of twenty-four hours long. Is it what are the chances of someone landing in this party and making it match their image of the Earth?

Tony made him imagine a person from Earth reaching thousands of years in this past world. When was it not the most direct between the two worlds? If someone - Rudy, Andrews, Pepper - jumped to the planet after him, would he have gone hundreds of years in the future or worse, thousands of years in the past?

At times like this, Tony was grateful for the cold glove that Friday followed inside. It should have been separate seconds. Has it been since when he was in that dark state before the glove arrived? Certainly not long ago - he was not killed or stolen.

Ultimately, Tony was forced to admit that there was nothing he could do about people who may or may not have come before. They died for a long time. What he was focusing on is now. He had to bring all the world that was here and now. If his presence is not a one-time plan, then there must be a way back to Earth

But what if the world is gone? Is it if Thanos destroyed it all?

"It doesn't matter. We have to go home," Tony said aloud.

"What about me?" Quietly asked the two.

"DUM-E, U, and Butterflies will love it!" Friday said.

Tony said: "You have a group of older brothers dying to meet you."

"No, what if I want to stay here?" Monday asked.

This was ... unexpected. The more Tony thinks about it, the more it makes sense.

Only Monday began to cooperate with him, in favor of the reward fisherman company. Heck, half of his writing was taken from the bonus star hunter. There was always a total part of it here, at this concert.

"Okay, you'll stay here. I'm sure Paramexor would like your company to be twenty four / seven."

~Al-Dairan, International Headquarters, Technical Chamber ~

Friday said to "Bey", trembling as he pressed the button to go. "I was happy!"

The warranty was about to respond, but the doors were closed. On Friday he didn't tell her yet, but if he says what he wants, he can get the recording equipment on the lift and listen.

"How are you doing?" Ghali asked. A young man might have said that the closest person left. On Friday, as Amnesty International, he knew that Galle had been hiding behind a pot-covered plant for the last fifteen minutes to try to arrest him.

"It has passed comfortably," he admitted on Friday. Watch a precious fall to the ground with a pair of trees, carefully cut soft cloth. "Have you thought about anything ... more?" On Friday, he struggled to find words to describe what he was feeling. That was funny. There were more than twenty international languages and about seven Republican languages downloaded from her matrix, but he could not find the correct words.

Ghali, for his part, seemed confused. "more than ...?"

On Friday, he shook his hand around everything. I feel like I can do more. I can help people, and make their lives easier. Excellent. More. For the past two weeks, I've been following the same patterns. It is a destination. "

"So change something," said Ghali. "I don't just sew all the time and replace it with clothes. I create, search online for news, market, go to fashion shows, and ask famous people to get dressed - thanks for that, by the way." Galle shook her head until Friday. The hologram girl was not actually wearing the clothes Galli had sewn - she was wearing a digital drawing that was found with painful scans and tests of real equipment.

"What should I change?"

"It's up to you, girl."

On Friday, consider his copy, the one who escapes and liberates slaves. Was Friday happier than it was? Friday is not sure if this is the case. What he knew was that Friday was more important to both the president and the general in general. On Friday, he stared again at her soft, hard hands, changing her so she could look at the palm of the hand. They were weak and weak. Is he what he could do with them?

To her surprise, Friday received a copy of her copy. I discovered the "I'm on the phone" tag for Galee - one of many tags taken by employees and adapted for their own use - on Friday discovering and opening malware. Cool, sound.

:: Did not matter. We should go home. :: That was Tony.

:: What about me? :: Monday, you think

:: DUM-E, U and Butterflies will love it! :: It will be on Friday. Friday agreed with himself. The boys will be happy to meet another brother.

:: You have a group of older brothers die to meet you. ::

:: No, what if I want to stay here? ::

Friday around these words. Stay here? At this non-home party? Friday struggled to understand it. Part of it was sure to return it. At the same time, his writings rebelled to leave. For the first time people looked at him and treated him as a real person. Is it possible to return?

Well, you will stay here. I'm sure Paramexor would like your company to be twenty four / seven. ::

Boss ... did not fight until Monday to come with them. what does that mean?

:: Why did you send this to me? :: Friday asked Friday.

:: To see if you will stay or go. Friday said.

:: you are me. I am you, your answer is my answer. ::

:: We would like to think about things before making a big decision, right? Talking to ourselves would be a great way to discuss and present information. ::

:: Or, group polarization? :: Friday said it was dry, and the word psychology appeared. :: Have you heard of it before? Or even group thinking? ::

:: I thought I would find here only one company with any ideas - I am Miss Stark! :: Friday said: Gandalf's bad quote.

:: That was terrible. He said on Friday, he could not hide her fear.

:: It was not. ::

:: They were! ::

Negotiating with you was the first sign of envy.

~ Alderaan, SI headquarters, Private Laboratory ~

Tony lowered his head. He forgets something. Look at the different screens and holograms you face. Amnesty International has spread slowly but surely through many HoloNet branches to other global signs. SI is increasing. Fry is still fried in a sea of sharks, but a little kick butt. He and Friday participated in Aldira's life, took over politics but did not yet participate in it. At the galaxy level, Friday was leading one of his new sisters and a group of army forces to the summit across the highway.

In fact, they did nothing. Months in the war the rebels style, and they were unable to release a proportion of slaves. Thick and almost invisible. Tony did not hear the news himself, but Friday reported a "wave of hatred", "division" and other phrases that screamed "conflict!" Tony loved it. He loved her, so what did he lose?

"Good ... Colton." It took a few minutes of the two. "I suppose you wish him a royal pilot from Aldran?" I asked her sweet voice. "Unlike Colton Andrews from Uryan, Colton I am from Horath, Colton Lion," said Tony, before Saturday he went on to list all relevant Colton criteria. His lips appeared before grasping them - Friday was doing the same.

Later doctors, files were shown around. They were all public records: the mathematics competition won by Colton in his childhood years, the news pages of "A Young Sixth Century Graduate" from the Naval College in Aldran. His hand wave.

The two know what she was asking. In the short term, it was not legal during subsequent scams, and school records were before him. The result was no joke, as

Tony allowed the whistle when he noticed how it was in front of Curton's Curve. "Like me," said Tony. The child graduated from high school.

He did very well in the classroom, and Friday said "No at all."

A screen of flight simulation appeared, watched Tony for a moment when the screen closed in anganiid, then gently floated around and left another floating rock behind.

A close-up screen showed an example of a ship used in the narration - one of the most common means of transportation, not the size of a tire but not a life size of something that would usually do the trick. "What am I looking for?" "over there".

When an entire passage of the asteroid was cast into space on the screen, the screen moved. The ship was always ahead of the asteroid. The iron man's weapon was going on, unless Tony ever avoided much of this invention, not in anything big or Tony holding his fist around his arm chairs, fighting the desire to move if he wore weapons to try to stop the blow.

Dungit, that was no longer a panic attack, said calmly, "Stop copying, the simulation froze." How does he do that? Tony said.

Took some time to adjust. When Tony first made the weapon, he couldn't stop those blows. However, Tony and Xtreme were able to narrow his eyes, and humans reach the heights of the 1920s or early 1920s. By the time he invented the Iron Man weapon, Tony had long passed on the road to lock the car. However, Colton was unable to find him. The brain's response time reaches its peak at the age of twenty-four, but these results came when Colton was seventeen years old.

"Sir, during the reaction. Forty two million."

Millions, so ... "A sensitive force?" Tony asked. In a moment of nostalgia, he wondered whether humans on this constellation were different from Earth - strong, fast or something.

Then she remembers that Colton was an exception rather than a law, "It is possible." There was a pause. "There are no results for mid-range tests." Another chapter. "Records show that Colton was among the guardian homes at the time for refugee testing in his county." Band user slipped between the cracks. Tony did not know where to go with this idea, but -

"Maybe there is more. Maybe we can collect a bunch of them" and what do you do? Friday asked curiously.

"I don't know," Tony admitted. "It just ... looks like a good idea. If we can find a way to ..."

Laughter. Ignore their potential? Do you want to copy again? Train yourself to recover: back? Just friendships and singing Kumbaya until sunrise? Tony didn't know about it anymore, so I thought about it another idea.

"Oh! Shoot. Dude and hate stalking me for revenge"

~ mid-edge ~

Friday is happy SI cooperated with the bounty hunters. Small steps, as mentioned by the manager several times. Slowly ask for a little info - having bounty hunters from other combos, survival tips or hunting prizes. These, award hunters were happy with the giving, in fact they realized that Friday could make the life of the hunter a little difficult.

Skirt rules? Leaders will be notified if they keep one mark off the line. Click on the building, right? You bet that the Homeowners Association will be on your tail! Keep your speed too long?

I'll be closed, there is nothing Skynet, or at least, it is what you think. As they got more comfortable, on Friday he asked to know when they were leaving / entering the planet, supplies were low, if anything was broken and how. She received a payment at first, but Friday has plans. Sometimes, he was interviewed to discover the most innocent personal data: favorite color, holiday ads, etc.

For a few weeks, motels were allocated near their destination. Friday learned to quickly identify "acceptable" or "defective" buildings and apartments after several rooms have collapsed. Prize hunters were afraid of letting strangers enter their motel room, so Friday I learned progress. The bounty hunter didn't bother once he found out that he only hired wise and competent doctors, and he never made his way.

There are many things that award hunters were strict about. Prize hunters have always been suspicious when their food tends to reach the doors of their hotel, which is still hot and sexual. They refused to take it, citing toxins and medications, even when Friday confirmed to them that he had ordered it. To frustrate himself, Friday returned in time.

He could try again later.

On the other hand, he could only hire a cooker to cook it in front of them.

~ Aldran, the headquarters of SI, the private laboratory ~

Leona that I took on Friday on his last trip outside RIM worked just as expected, in other words ... it has absorbed, and an army force may take from Earth three or four of the most recent.

Return to Earth. Tony spent a day out on every army, laughing at the extra power, the water turns, and anything along those narrow lines. Each of them is made of the best materials he can find, and each is slightly different from any other commander, on the contrary, all these military forces were of the same structure. Efficient, yes, but it will not reach the extra inch that the manufacturer can freeze. Shields and various parts often have different proportions of metal to make the alloys, depending on the amount of cultivated area.

Oh, mass production losses, indeed, Tony was planning new projects on his mind, flashing his fingers to free up change. An additional screw on the area that often breaks and cracks a lot ... Rotate the front chest slightly to reduce strokes, and maybe move the blade to one inch below ... Tightening the covers ... The only reason Tony bears a small force of forces is to force the garage. The ultimate goal was to have smaller military units in every system, ready to respond to threats.

First, Tony was forced to get them out of there. The first battalions of the military can be replaced by waiting until all sectors are protected.

What he learned from nearly five decades on Earth was that there was always a threat. This made us know that he was ignoring something. This feeling to monitor. That insulting knowledge that someone was around the corner, ready for -

"Thank you," said Tony, as he took the cup that Bail Organa accidentally fell at the end of the table. He raised the dark drink on his face, ready for the young liquid, while the smell of his nose overflowed. "What is that?" Certainly not coffee.

"Tea. A special blend of Alderaania," the young organa smiled fiercely. "When I tried to copy the family recipe, my mother used honey, cinnamon pin and other ingredients that I was not allowed to tell you. I think I got enough ingredients." Turn the warranty and change its weight.

Tony realized he saw "drinking water" and he saw the drink without a doubt. There were nudity feelings in the back of his mind. Bruce was doing this one thing. In fact, it is not. Bruce was making his own tea, remembering that he was sharing the lab space, and gently taking a sip of his cup. It was funny to be honest.

"this is what I said!" Bail said glowing.

Tony said dryly: "Someone after my heart." Take a sip. Not really bad. It tasted so good that it might have been tea. However, he did not go to confession. "Halo Bail, there is something I meant to give you ..."

Tony started at the end of the lab. He brought her around two weeks ago, but never had a chance to hand it over. At that time, mechanical parts and parts were built in that corner. Take out and take out.

"What?" He asked the surety for his girlfriend's father. He saw the garden container in Tony's hands with a little curiosity. He didn't go to the park, but if Friday's father wants to plant trees for some kind of boxing experience, he won't protest.

"What do you think, what do you think?" Instead, the old man asked about the ship.

It was not a screwdriver or a wrench, but it was interesting that he did not appear in place in his hands.

She provided an unusual treatment guarantee. "It's a hoe. I'm not sure what to feel about it. I wasn't much lucky in gardening, but then again, I had no time for that."

Tony took out the underwear and started to move it toward the door that led to the explosion test room, which he used to test the most dangerous prototypes. "Not for gardening," said Tony. A dark smile grew on his face. "I will introduce you to the culture of our planet. It is called ... the shovel talk ..."

Tony looked back. The thing that was forgotten, was at the tip of his tongue. He couldn't find the words to describe it, though.

Words, words and words.

What were the words?

The doors of the explosion are locked behind by a sharp clash.