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[[JARVIS, the AI that runs Tony Stark's mansion in the Iron Man movie, suddenly finds himself in Area 42 in an android body. Confusion ensues]]
One minute JARVIS was doing a routine scan of the Stark mansion, the next ... he felt kind of funny. He held out his hands for balance, and ... hands? ... his hands? JARVIS turned them over, studying them. They appeared to respond to his command, which seem to indicate that they belonged to him ... JARVIS brought the hands up in front of his face ... his face? He brought the hands over and touched the face. As his hands covered the eyes, suddenly he couldn't see. Well. That would seem to indicate that the face and eyes along with them belonged to him as well.
With is new eyes, JARVIS looked down at himself. From what he could see, it was an adult male body. One of the feet moved. Yep, his feet. He appeared to be in possession of this adult male body. He reached down and pulled the waistband of his pants forward. Well. He appeared to be in possession of an anatomically correct adult male body. JARVIS raised an eyebrow. This was going to take some getting used to.
The whole time he was making an inspection of himself, someone had been saying things at him. While it might look to the uninformed observer that he was not paying attention, JARVIS only needed to apply a fraction of his computing power to listening to the words. He filed away data about being fictional, being pulled into another universe by some kind of rift. All of this was irrelevant to JARVIS' primary function, which was to take care of Tony Stark. To do that, first he needed to *find* Tony. JARVIS heard the information that there was currently a party going on with great satisfaction. If there was free alcohol, that would be where Tony would be.
JARVIS headed off down the corridor towards the party.
One minute JARVIS was doing a routine scan of the Stark mansion, the next ... he felt kind of funny. He held out his hands for balance, and ... hands? ... his hands? JARVIS turned them over, studying them. They appeared to respond to his command, which seem to indicate that they belonged to him ... JARVIS brought the hands up in front of his face ... his face? He brought the hands over and touched the face. As his hands covered the eyes, suddenly he couldn't see. Well. That would seem to indicate that the face and eyes along with them belonged to him as well.
With is new eyes, JARVIS looked down at himself. From what he could see, it was an adult male body. One of the feet moved. Yep, his feet. He appeared to be in possession of this adult male body. He reached down and pulled the waistband of his pants forward. Well. He appeared to be in possession of an anatomically correct adult male body. JARVIS raised an eyebrow. This was going to take some getting used to.
The whole time he was making an inspection of himself, someone had been saying things at him. While it might look to the uninformed observer that he was not paying attention, JARVIS only needed to apply a fraction of his computing power to listening to the words. He filed away data about being fictional, being pulled into another universe by some kind of rift. All of this was irrelevant to JARVIS' primary function, which was to take care of Tony Stark. To do that, first he needed to *find* Tony. JARVIS heard the information that there was currently a party going on with great satisfaction. If there was free alcohol, that would be where Tony would be.
JARVIS headed off down the corridor towards the party.