Tony looked over the page, though he didn't take the journal, and addressed them in the order he read them.
"The Tony who has been here said they attached some kind of special battery to them that allows them to operate in the dead zone. If you encounter one, I would say that retrieving that would be more valuable than stopping the armor. With that, I could take out all the others," Tony said, moving on to the next question.
That one involved more unknowns, and he himself wasn't sure. "I'm going to work with the other Tony as far as my continued mechanical health goes. I'm not sure what the threshold of damage is for me to be 'dead', but a simple loss of power shouldn't kill me. If I am disabled in such a manner, he has the best chance of restoring me. I won't know what the effects are for certain to a sudden loss of power until it happens, although I do have some theories. Short term memory loss would be very likely. I plan to look into creating a restore disk that will contain a copy of my consciousness in the event that my body is destroyed, or needs to be destroyed."
The last two were even more difficult to discuss, "I might be different from him in other ways as well, but I feel like myself. Him. Any changes between the two of us would have already occurred, and I might not necessarily be aware of them. It's possible that I could be hacked. I'm not sure if someone could reprogram my personality, but I could have control taken away from me. I don't know what happened to my original version." And that bothered him to a greater extent than he had anticipated. The protocol had activated because death was a real and imminent possibility. That being said, it wasn't necessarily certain. The medware under suit organic Tony would have been wearing was capable of preserving life despite severe injuries. "The hardware and software that created me were completely untested, and he really should have spent more time testing and refining them; there are more unknown variables than there are known factors."
"I have a lingering taste of blood and I smell rotting flesh and perfume despite the fact that I no longer have a mouth or a nose. They may very well be the last sensory input he received for taste and smell. The blood is his, an automatic emergency protocol was programmed into this armor to create a personality emulation. This armor is capable of achieving acceleration that could kill the person inside it. I may have left him somewhere to draw away our attackers so I could maneuver without worrying about causing injury or death. I think my attackers were also using powered suits or machinery of some kind. I was tracking them down when I was brought here, and- and I was hacking into SHIELD to check for news about organic Tony. They were dispatched to the site, though I don't remember where that was, and received an altered version of the upload message original Tony left in the event that the emergency protocol was activated."
Or he might have left his body if he was dead for some other reason, like not having an interior cavity full of blood and other body components.
Black Bolt listened carefully, watching where under other circumstances he knew Tony's face would have been. Habit, he realized, but there seemed little point in breaking it. There was nowhere better to look, after all. The answers were both reassuring and disconcerting in an odd blend; the stolen suits operated with battery power. It meant they might very well come to a face-off in the Dead Zone, which would find Black Bolt next to useless. And at the same time, with such a single glaring weakness, the task looked considerably easier.
The similarities between Tony and this copy of him were also reassuring, even as the uncertainty as to the original's fate rose to the front of his mind as the most concerning issue. There was, however, nothing that could be done of it from Paradisa. And so Black Bolt nodded, once, though he was unable to chase away the undeniable look of sadness that had come to him with Tony Stark's fate looking so grim at some point in what was no doubt Black Bolt's future.
He wrote again; a faster message that he didn't bother to sit to write.
No further questions. I will lend assistance as I can.
"Good. There's work to be done, and not many people to do it," Tony said. It was a little strange to talk to Black Bolt alone like this. But not unpleasant. At least he wasn't having this conversation with Namor.
"I may be able to build something that can interpret your thoughts and translate them into speech if you want. The whole reason this upload was possible was due to neuroinduction sensors, they were calibrated specifically for my brain, and I'm not sure how your neurobiology differs from my own, but I should be able to modify the technology. I would need to ask the castle for the parts," He said, "I anticipate that not sleeping will give me time to work on additional projects."
Oh. Well, that would be convenient, wouldn't it? A personal mechanized Xavier, nearly. Not something that Black Bolt would at all mind, as long as it could be disabled at will, as he certainly didn't relish the idea of spilling all> thoughts out to be head.
The interest at the suggestion showed clearly in lifted brows and a suddenly more focused watch of Tony. He nodded once; agreement, permission, and thanks all in one.
Tony nodded as well, though it was a slightly odd movement in the armor. "I'll notify you by journal if there's anything else," Tony said. It would probably be easier than conducting more face to face meetings until Black Bolt had a better way to communicate.
Unless Tony came up with something else equally difficult to believe that required a demonstration.
One more nod, quick and businesslike this time. It was good to have someone from home, even if not one of his Inhumans. Tony Stark -- or at least the personality and empty armor of Tony Stark -- didn't make terrible company. He gave something close to a thin smile and stepped to the edge of the roof. With a spread of his fanned wings and a strong leap, the man was off. There were always other things to occupy his attention, even if life did manage to stay quiet around Paradisa.
"The Tony who has been here said they attached some kind of special battery to them that allows them to operate in the dead zone. If you encounter one, I would say that retrieving that would be more valuable than stopping the armor. With that, I could take out all the others," Tony said, moving on to the next question.
That one involved more unknowns, and he himself wasn't sure. "I'm going to work with the other Tony as far as my continued mechanical health goes. I'm not sure what the threshold of damage is for me to be 'dead', but a simple loss of power shouldn't kill me. If I am disabled in such a manner, he has the best chance of restoring me. I won't know what the effects are for certain to a sudden loss of power until it happens, although I do have some theories. Short term memory loss would be very likely. I plan to look into creating a restore disk that will contain a copy of my consciousness in the event that my body is destroyed, or needs to be destroyed."
The last two were even more difficult to discuss, "I might be different from him in other ways as well, but I feel like myself. Him. Any changes between the two of us would have already occurred, and I might not necessarily be aware of them. It's possible that I could be hacked. I'm not sure if someone could reprogram my personality, but I could have control taken away from me. I don't know what happened to my original version." And that bothered him to a greater extent than he had anticipated. The protocol had activated because death was a real and imminent possibility. That being said, it wasn't necessarily certain. The medware under suit organic Tony would have been wearing was capable of preserving life despite severe injuries. "The hardware and software that created me were completely untested, and he really should have spent more time testing and refining them; there are more unknown variables than there are known factors."
"I have a lingering taste of blood and I smell rotting flesh and perfume despite the fact that I no longer have a mouth or a nose. They may very well be the last sensory input he received for taste and smell. The blood is his, an automatic emergency protocol was programmed into this armor to create a personality emulation. This armor is capable of achieving acceleration that could kill the person inside it. I may have left him somewhere to draw away our attackers so I could maneuver without worrying about causing injury or death. I think my attackers were also using powered suits or machinery of some kind. I was tracking them down when I was brought here, and- and I was hacking into SHIELD to check for news about organic Tony. They were dispatched to the site, though I don't remember where that was, and received an altered version of the upload message original Tony left in the event that the emergency protocol was activated."
Or he might have left his body if he was dead for some other reason, like not having an interior cavity full of blood and other body components.
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The similarities between Tony and this copy of him were also reassuring, even as the uncertainty as to the original's fate rose to the front of his mind as the most concerning issue. There was, however, nothing that could be done of it from Paradisa. And so Black Bolt nodded, once, though he was unable to chase away the undeniable look of sadness that had come to him with Tony Stark's fate looking so grim at some point in what was no doubt Black Bolt's future.
He wrote again; a faster message that he didn't bother to sit to write.
No further questions. I will lend assistance as I can.
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"I may be able to build something that can interpret your thoughts and translate them into speech if you want. The whole reason this upload was possible was due to neuroinduction sensors, they were calibrated specifically for my brain, and I'm not sure how your neurobiology differs from my own, but I should be able to modify the technology. I would need to ask the castle for the parts," He said, "I anticipate that not sleeping will give me time to work on additional projects."
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The interest at the suggestion showed clearly in lifted brows and a suddenly more focused watch of Tony. He nodded once; agreement, permission, and thanks all in one.
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Unless Tony came up with something else equally difficult to believe that required a demonstration.
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