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Why doesn’t Superman get overwhelmed by his enhanced senses?
Great question! Here comes a super-geeky, TMI answer:Superman’s super-senses work much the same as yours and mine. Our brains edit and censor input from our senses all the time, depending on what we are focussing on.Most of the time, when our minds are occupied by normal life, we are rarely ever fully conscious of our tactile sense unless it is activated by something unexpected—a bug crawling on our skin or some part of us coming into unexpected contact with a sudden temperature extreme, for example. Our tactile sense is constantly active without us thinking about it, but our brains filter out the background sensory input until there is a stimulus that draws our attention.The same is true of olfactory and aural sensory input. We all tend to automatically filter out irrelevant background noise, even if we register it subliminally. People who move to Burbank are at first hyper-aware of the air traffic to and from nearby Bob Hope airport. The intermittent roar of jet engines is profoundly distracting until they become accustomed to it. Our brains quickly adapt to filter out what we don’t need to hear—even while remaining constantly vigilant for sounds we do need to hear, like our baby crying, or the kettle boiling, or the cat scratching to come in.Likewise with smell. We can all become selectively “noseblind”. You know how some women (and some Axe-wearing dudes) will commonly douse themselves in enough of their signature fragrance to gas out everyone in a whole office complex? These people can be lethal in an elevator or carpool! Yet, they themselves have no idea how hideously over-perfumed they’ve allowed themselves to become, because they’ve become inured to their own stink. Their brains have gotten so used to filtering out their perfume as irrelevant background sensory input that they need to use ever greater doses to smell it at all. Meanwhile, everyone around them is politely gagging.The same is true in household hygiene. You may not realize how disgusting your apartment has become from neglect, because your brain keeps adjusting to and compensating for the gradually increasing stench—until your mother makes a surprise visit and throws up!You may think no one can smell you’ve been smoking, because you’ve popped an Altoid after—but people whose brains are not overloaded with tobacco smoke can detect it emitting from your skin, even if you’ve changed clothes.So it is with Superman’s senses. He can hear and discern sounds far too distant and faint for even the most sensitive audio equipment to detect, but—unless they are the sounds of trouble to which he is always vigilantly attuned—his brain automatically registers them as normal background noise and filters them out.Superman’s ability to smell is roughly equivalent to an Earth dog’s—which is to say his nose can detect and his brain can identify roughly 10,000 times what yours and mine can. He can detect hidden explosives in a crowd, and easily detect forensic clues at a crime scene for which Batman would need his whole crime lab and Bat-computer.However, without a dog’s love for stink, life for Superman among smelly humans on our polluted planet would be worse than being trapped in an elevator with perfume lady and that cheesy smelling kid from sixth grade combined! Fortunately, like us, Superman can tune out most of the olfactory onslaught around him, while remaining sensitive to the smells of danger, like fire, or hidden explosives.Since everyone’s sense of taste is so much influenced by their sense of smell, it is safe to say that Superman can detect subtle flavors roughly 10,000 times too faint for us to detect. Is this leftover boeuf bourguignon starting to turn? Ask Clark to taste it!Tactilely, it is hard to imagine that Superman’s sense of touch could be much more super than our very own. Recent studies have determined that human fingertips can detect things as small as a single molecule! (Feeling small: Fingers can detect nano-scale wrinkles even on a seemingly smooth surface) Nevertheless, Superman’s mind, just like our own, can filter out irrelevant input and focus on selected input.Even Superman’s vision powers are subject to this subconscious filtering process. Contrary to what many people think (even some in the comics industry), Superman’s X-ray vision doesn’t emit X-rays from his eyes. He doesn’t irradiate everything he looks through. His X-ray vision is just his natural ability to see the full EM spectrum—including frequencies far beyond the visible light spectrum we see.Superman can see ultraviolet, infrared (heat), radio waves, microwaves, magnetic waves, and a full range of radiation. Since normal, background cosmic radiation—including x-rays—are bombarding the Earth and all of us on it, all the time, there is rarely a shortage of high-frequency electromagnetic radiation for Superman to detect.Actually, Superman’s brain is receiving this full range of EM information all the time, but shortly after these powers emerged, his brain adapted to the point where if he wishes to perceive the x-rays or cosmic radiation passing through a person or object—or the heat signature being given off by someone or something—he must actually concentrate and focus a bit on the EM frequency he’s trying to see. In other words, when employing his X-ray vision, Superman is really just focussing to consciously filter out the lower end of the EM spectrum!This also applies to distance/microscopic vision. Superman can focus his eyes to see as far away as distant galaxies, or read a newspaper from miles away into space—comparable to the Hubble telescope or the best spy satellites. He can also detect objects and effects too small for an electron microscope—but he’s not continually distracted by all the mites and bacteria that live and crawl over all our faces and bodies every minute of our lives, because he must actively focus to see details that small or distant.Superman is believed to be unable to see through lead, or any substance too dense for X-rays to penetrate. This is only partly true. Focusing his microscopic vision down to the subatomic, Superman can see other nanoparticles, including neutrinos, which can penetrate pretty much anything short of a black hole. However, neutrinos are so “slippery” they pass through objects without reflecting or interacting in any way, which makes it nearly impossible for Superman to discern an image or perceive anything other than a subtle background glow.What does all this mean for heat vision? Heat vision is a misnomer. Superman does have the ability to see heat, of course, by simply focusing on the infrared end of the EM spectrum. The ability to emit heat rays from his eyes is something completely different.Unlike his autonomic super-senses, Superman’s “heat vision” is a voluntary power. The rays are just metabolized solar radiation stored in his tissues and concentrated along his optic nerve. Superman’s heat vision is most known for functioning as a range weapon—shooting destructive beams like a super-powerful laser gun—but it can do much more.Superman has trained himself to control his heat vision with surgical precision. He can focus it into a microscopic beam barely more than a few atoms wide, or broadcast gentle warmth over his entire field of view. His mastery of this skill far exceeds any Kryptonian’s including Zod and Doomsday. Only Kara, whom he mentored, can come close to matching Superman’s skill with heat vision. However, overusing his eye beams can drain Superman’s cells of solar energy and diminish his strength and powers. He uses it prudently.I hope this answers your question, Richard. Please bear in mind that I am not the only Superman authority on Quora and that others, including the inestimable Elliot S! Maggin may be able to corroborate or dispute some or all of my assertions , or offer further elucidation on the subject!
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What would you do if you thought your parents were not happily married, but divorce seems unlikely because your mother has been
My mother passionately loved my father but she would do things that would wound him and not know how deeply she hurt him on an ongoing basis.Example: When I was 10 years old, my father excitedly told me about a special wrist watch he was planning to buy for my mother's birthday. He described the 14k (!) gold small face, the intricate script numbers, the delicate wristband made in gold (!) designed for a queen.We were poor then, it took him 3 months to pay for the watch on a lay away plan. He told me how my mom would love the watch and know how much he loved her.On the day of mom's birthday, my father excitedly gave her the watch wrapped in silver foil printed with pink and red roses. He had paid the jeweler extra for that special wrapping paper. I know because he told me.My mother didn't notice the special wrapping paper. When she opened the box she said, "Oh! such an old lady looking watch! Oh! No! No! Return it!" and shoved the watch back to him.He didn't say anything.I went into the bathroom, locked the door and cried.He never gave her another present and never remembered her birthday again.Through the years, he stopped singing to her. He stopped putting his arms around her waist. Then, he stopped coming home some nights. He disappeared on weekends. When he came home she served him coffee, was extremely sweet to him, and never questioned where he went. I didn't understand this, I still don't.The shipyard where dad worked closed. So did the sports center where dad had a second job as a coach. He became unemployed at that time. Although he held a high status position as a state commissioner that position was honorary and did not pay well. That position too was cut, as many state positions were.Then mom opened a restaurant and was no longer financially dependent on him. She became the provider.When I was 15, he woke me up at 3 am, asked me to come down to the kitchen where he peeled an orange as he told me he was leaving the family for Carol and wanted me to come with him, leaving my two brothers and two sisters behind.The next day, he took me to meet Carol. She said she was in love with dad and asked me to understand and accept her. She said, "I want you to come and live with us." I felt so stupid! I didn't know what to say!They were a match - a great match. She had grace and empathy. I understood why he would leave the family to be with her. I understood why he would leave mom, I couldn't stand mom's attacks on me either. But I did everything I could do to be of help to mom because she was supporting the family.Two days later, I skipped high school classes and went to see Carol. I told her my brothers and sisters needed my dad at home. She couldn't have him. I wouldn't go with him to live with her. She had to stop seeing him and I was going to tell my mom about her if she kept seeing my dad. I screamed at her. The "me" screaming those words was a stranger with emotions I knew nothing about.I didn't tell dad I went to see her.It was as if Carol never happened. It was as if I had never met her, nothing more was said, nothing. I don't know what happened between them.He didn't leave us.But he started to drink.My visit to Carol broke my father's trust in me and he never confided in me about anything ever again.I missed the talks dad and I had late evenings when we sat in the kitchen and he peeled an orange for us to share. I could tell him anything, no matter how shameful. He answered me with respect.He gave me the same respect that men of high status gave to each other. I recognized this when at news conferences at the sports center he would introduce me as his daughter proudly, and the men would defer to me. I learned from observing how he coached young men not just sports skills but the skills of empathy, integrity, respect for self and others, and most importantly, the language of love. My self respect is unshakable because of my dad.I recall the time when I was washing dishes at mom's coffee shop and I accidentally cracked a water glass against the faucet. "I'm so stupid!" I said loudly. My dad said, "You don't talk to yourself that way. That was an accident." Little things like that added up to big self-confidence and gentleness with myself and others.I recall the talk we had one night when the subject was women who flirted with him. "Dad, that woman is really beautiful. Why were you standoffish with her?" He answered, "I LOVE your mom." He had the "It" factor, sexual charisma. Women blatantly flirted with him. Yet, I felt my home was secure, no woman could take him away from us.But he became a stranger after I went to see Carol. The talks ended.Oddly, the bond between my father and I was so strong that it remained intact. This bond is really hard to describe. What was it? A mixture of deep understanding, acceptance of each other and love? I don't know.At 18, I left home, Honolulu, and came to California alone.I would receive letters and then calls from my family; the kids were growing up and going to college. They said things between mom and dad remained the same as the day I left.My parents never got divorced.Life took us.We were all busy. Phone calls dwindled except the calls from my youngest sister who was in her first year of college. Her calls were about her personal struggles. She failed to tell me that my father had stopped drinking and had been recruited to head a state funded project.No one in the family told me he was flourishing professionally then. Isn't that odd?When my youngest sister stopped calling, for years there was silence.Then 5 years ago, my older brother called and said dad had a heart attack, he was in surgery and was not expected to survive. I flew home. My sisters said when my dad saw me in the ICU it was as if he had new life running in his veins.Miraculously, he survived.A year later he was diagnosed with stomach and liver cancer.Dad was in and out of the hospital for 15 months.We were watching television on a night during one of my trips back to visit him. Mom cuddled next to dad and draped a blanket over the both of them. Her face was radiant like a schoolgirl holding hands with her first boyfriend.But I saw his face fill with revulsion.To get her away from him he said, "Get me a cup of water." When she handed him the water he didn’t drink it.He looked at the cup, shook his head softly as if saying "no" to something he sadly, painfully could not accept, put the cup on the table, dropped the blanket on the floor, got up and walked out of the room.The look on her face! She was absolutely bewildered! Hurt!Mom's expression was that look on my dad's face when she had shoved the watch back to him on her birthday long ago.Here she was wanting his love, showing her love for him, but she could not see that he was not the same man who had wrapped his arms around her long ago and said silly things to her like, "Come here lover so I can give you a big kiss on those luscious unpainted dolly lips."Funny things that made the kids giggle hysterically and mom blush with embarrassment as he squeezed her in his arms.She didn’t know that when she shoved that watch into his chest, although neither of them wanted it to be, that was the moment when his love for her began to die.Maybe dad would have forgiven her if she had not continued to do so many, many careless, hurtful things. Yet, as hard as it is to believe, she had no ill intentions. She didn't know she was killing love. She was just, so sadly, ignorant. Why am I crying as I write these words to you?It's because I recall what mom said to a neighbor she had not seen for a while. "Mrs. Kimura, you look like an old lady! You were so beautiful before. Now, all your beauty gone."I was mortified, and chased after Mrs. Kimura doing my clumsy best to apologize for my mom. "Mrs. Kimura, I'm so sorry, please forgive my mother. She thinks she is still as beautiful as when she was written in the newspapers long time ago. But Mrs. Kimura you are more beautiful than my mom. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. Please forgive her." Did Mrs. Kimura believe me when my mom's complexion was flawless and the shade of peaches and cream? Did my words wipe away Mrs. Kimura's tears when I was crying myself? What do you think?And what about the things mom said to me like, "Why did you buy two colors shoes? They are schizophrenic like you. Bad judgment. You think your shit doesn't stink."Her words were not nearly as hurtful as the things she did to me, like whipping my face with a wet dish towel in front of customers because she had just had a fight with a waitress who came in 20 minutes late and took her leftover anger out on me. Till today, if anyone attempts to physically hurt me I will attack that person back with the intention to do permanent damage.Understand, I was not afraid of mom. Even that day when mom whipped my face with the wet towel in front of customers, my strongest feeling for mom was the feeling I had when I would come home from high school classes and go to work at the restaurant where I would see mom with her head on a table, asleep, with a fork in her hand and a plate of yellow curry, or the special meal of the day, next to her head. She was so exhausted she would fall asleep after taking two bites of her meal. That image burns in my heart through all my feelings for mom. Admiration. Respect. Rage. Sorrow. Hate. Pride. Disgust. Compassion. Awe.My ignorant, brave, mom.She was a hero.She willingly sacrificed her two prized possessions out of deep love for her children - her health and her stunning beauty. Her battleground was work - her restaurant.The 16 hours work day, 7 days a week, and 4 hours a night of sleep (if she was lucky), thickened her ankles and wrists, changed the way she walked from mesmerizing grace to waddle, and destroyed her beauty.A beauty so rare that a newspaper columnist for the Honolulu Advertiser wrote about her, "The Unforgettable Beauty." He wrote the column in the early days when mom had opened her restaurant a month.He had seen her at 3:30 am walking alone in the dark night on a quiet street lit only by the street light, her thick raven black hair pulled back in an elegant bun. Her complexion glowed making moonlight pale in comparison. He watched as she opened a small door at the back of a corner restaurant with a movement so graceful he believed he was watching a dance performed for royalty. He named her Doll Face.Doll Face gave up all beauty care to save time. Her driving force was to go to work so she could provide for her children and ensure they all had a good future through education she would make sure she paid for, even if work killed her.Mom disregarded her health to open a string of restaurants and succeeded. She used strategy, foresight, cunning as she negotiated to buy real estate that would someday be worth millions she could leave to her children and future grandchildren.Mom was driven all for the sake of her children. Not even a teensy, tiny bit for herself.Her feet and legs swelled up from standing grueling hours working in her restaurant. The veins in her legs puffed out in ugly mixed colors of yellow-green, dark purple, and ill-blue. She didn't complain.But when the bulging varicose veins that ran the length of both her legs burst as she was crossing the street to come home and she was hospitalized for surgery she said, "If it wasn't for you kids, I would be free. If it wasn't for you kids, I wouldn't be suffering. If it wasn't for you kids I wouldn't have to work so hard." True, her life would be much better, free from back breaking work without her kids.I will never tell mom that if it weren't for us kids, she would have lost my dad to Carol, a woman he had come to love. And I would have gone with him, cutting all ties with mom joyfully, if it weren't for the younger kids.My younger brothers and sisters were at risk: It was dangerous for kids from broken homes; they were bullied and shamed by kids at school and on the playground. I learned this when I was 10 and saw a boy, age 9, beaten up by a gang of four older boys, about 13 or 14 years old. He was crying and calling out for his father, “Daddy! Daddy! Help me! Help! Daddy!” as they kicked and punched him to the ground yelling, "Your parents are divorced! Your parents are divorced!"At age 12 I learned from Richard and Linda my closest friends from broken homes that they worried about their younger sisters and brothers. One little brother was always crying and scared, he peed in bed. A little sister has been sad since her parents divorced 2 years ago. Another little sister was nervous and cried every night.Do you think I would let that happen to my precious little brothers and sisters? NO!!! That is why Carol could not have my dad!When my dad chose to stay with us, he chose to put his children's mental and emotional health before his personal happiness. He honored the commitment he made to the children he and mom created.Mom and the kids will never know about Carol and the magnitude of what dad had sacrificed for us - the family. Only I know.Dad!!! Dad!!!I remember the nurses came to change his bedsheets and my dad screaming in pain while being turned over. My strong dad, my dad who could take pain, was screaming. I crumbled at the horror of being helpless to do anything, even a little thing, nothing could be done for him; and barely made it to the refuge of a hallway, saying to the empty hall, "Just take him, don't let him suffer anymore."When the doctor said dad had a few weeks to live, I made the last trip to see him before he died.In that quiet hospital room - just the two of us, I leaned over my dad. He was shrunken like a skeleton draped with shriveled skin. I held his hands - there was that bond, as strong as ever."Dad, I'm so sorry about Carol."He nodded his head and said, "Don't worry anymore. Forget. You did the right thing. You didn't do anything that needs to be forgiven. I love you.""Thank you, dad. I love you so much, dad. I'll be with you again in the future. Thank you, thank you. Thank you, dad. I love you!"
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Who would win in a fight, Iron Man or Starscream?
“Friday - status!” commanded Tony Stark, urgently.Iron Man’s opponent, an alien technology that could transform and disguise itself as an advanced, American F-22 fighter jet, was laughing maniacally.Curiously it sounded like another villain - Ultron.Only this robot was more physically vicious and aggressive.Tony’s mind raced as he continued to plummet, his Mark 50 suit desperately trying to reboot itself.Starscream commandeered a Cybertornian stealth shuttle with enough resources and energy for an extended trip to Earth. His plan, as always, domination of the Decepticon clan by usurping its leader, Megatron.The Decepticon second in command had made contact with an unknown entity after being compelled to fly and explore a strange, incongruous, planetoid in an unexplored sector of the galaxy.A brief surge of data had imprinted itself on his pico neural pathways and easily convinced him that Megatron could be quickly disposed if the right assets were in play.Not one to argue with grand opportunity the Transformer readily agreed and had already turned to scheming for his ultimate advantage.The shuttle had been programmed to enter a dimensional flux stream and, after some trepidation, he found himself in geosynchronous orbit around Earth once more.However, the scanners on his spacecraft revealed some irregularities.There were greater concentrations of energy, higher levels of advanced technology, and even more surprising, strange, altered life forms inhabiting the planet.He ignored these facts in favour of one - there were no traces of Autobots, or Decepticons.Ever.By his estimation, the planet was ripe for his picking.With his shuttle holding place in orbit the Decepticon broke through the atmosphere and transformed into his jet mode.Activating advanced stealth features he took his time, smugly surveying various sites of interest, loitering, and taking pleasure in confusing the lowly humans.Purely for spite he would briefly reveal himself on their primitive radars.He liked playing a cat and mouse game to pass the time as he scanned military installations for great concentrations of energy that he could plunder.Strangely, the most concentrated form of energy was not located on a military base, as he presumed, but from an industrial complex 36.2 miles west of Houston, Texas.Once he had trained his scanning array on the source it intrigued him to no end.It was at least five times more potent and concentrated than anything he had seen thus far. He hovered in the air, hidden by a dense bank of clouds, studying the size of the complex and the disposition of its defences.Snorting in derision he decided to enjoy himself before the inevitable pillaging began.Dropping all his cluster bombs he quickly switched to his robotic form.The bombs instantly wreaked havoc on the automated defenses, sowing chaos among the scurrying, babbling, primates.Swooping down from the skies like a sinister, 18 foot tall, bird of prey he laughed and started shooting indiscriminately.Twenty minutes earlier Tony Stark had been working on the schematics for a new, high tech, foundry addition to his Nada, Texas, manufacturing complex.His holographic CAD/CADM schematic showed him areas of interest which his AI assistant, Friday, had pointed out earlier.“Friday?” asked Tony, “show me the data on the left foundry again.”“Here you are,” replied a pleasant female, Irish, voice. “The plant’s arc generator can easily absorb the power cost of a dual furnace setup with modifications, here, here and here.”A large, red, dot of holographic light traced an outline on the plan glowing in the air.Tony gave a low wolf whistle.“Adjust it for a dual carbonadium pipeline. There’s enough overhead for this …” began Tony.“Sir?” interrupted Friday. “There’s a strange contact on Stark satellite W34.”“I’m not interested in weather patterns. Eyes over here, okay?” replied Tony, directing the AI’s camera with his hand.“I’ve been tracking an atmospheric disturbance nine miles above this location, holding steady, for the last three minutes,” confirmed the AI.Tony blinked and paused. His AI didn’t normally trail off on an unimportant tangent.“Friday - confirm if Thor’s coming to visit the wine cellar again. Break out a keg of Bordelaux 1812. Let’s finish this up.” ordered Tony.“Sir - analysis on screen. There are no visuals, no radar contact. Judging by the footprint in the atmospheric gases the Object is estimated at 63.1 feet long, by 46.6 feet wide, with a height of 17.8 feet, and is now 2 miles above us.”Tony quickly absorbed Friday’s data and signNowed a conclusion about 10 seconds before the first bombs hit.“RED ONE!” was all he had time to cry out before the all to familiar thud of explosions shook the office.He reveled at the scurrying inhabitants, ducking for cover, screaming their incoherent, high pitched voices. He randomly fired beams of energy from his arm mounted cannons anytime it looked like the motes were massing for trouble or not making enough noise.Every step he took shuddered the ground, generating fear.He couldn’t stop smiling as he slowly meandered closer to the power source in the center of the complex.The defenders could do nothing to stop him. Their side arms were futile.The automated defences were, by and large, ineffective. What rabble remained could not target him effectively due to his active stealth components. Any that tried were immediately rendered useless by his ‘null’ beam cannon - effectively a concentrated EMP beam. He decided that he had more sympathy for dumb technology than intelligent specks of dust.A last stand of security personnel tried to bar his way, buying time for their unarmed peers to escape.At least, this is what he wanted the flotsam to believe. He gave into the moment, grandstanding and taking devilish pleasure.“Are you not impressed!” Starscream proclaimed, boisterously. “You could all be dead. DEAD! But if you keep me amused I’ll let you live another day!”He gave his best performance, sarcastically imitating the laugh of his despised leader, Megatron. Security took the opportunity to fire back.Small arms fire and a Humvee sporting a mobile autogun, spit their defiance at the Decepticon.He laughed again, almost hysterically, at the pitiful resistance.“I’m going to love it here!” he rasped loudly.He stomped the ground 10 feet away from the humans, causing them to scatter and trip over each other in a confused state of retreat. One of the security detail hammered Starscream again with the autogun.“Goodbye, insignNow mote!” he cried happily. He raised his left foot high, letting it loom for a second over the vehicle. Then he brought it down.“Friday, magnetize joints! Brace for impact!” cried Tony in his Iron Man suit.“Generating counter force,” complied the AI calmly.Iron Man landed just in time to catch Starscream’s foot and save the Humvee, and its occupant, from a gruesome death.The armour creaked a little ominously at the strain, but Friday reassured him that systems were performing beautifully.“Let’s try a little Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, courtesy of Captain America,” suggested Tony as he flexed and twisted.Friday routed the necessary suit power and articulations to magnify Tony’s actions. She also duplicated Tony’s voice, broadcasting it throughout the entire facility.“Evacuate! Delta Red!” Iron Man cried. “Move people!”Personnel flooded out of the complex, gravitating towards the roads and designated safe spots some 20 miles in the distance.Starscream couldn’t believe two things.First, he didn’t realize the complex was defended by a unique individual who was all but invisible to his radar.Second, he didn’t think anybody would ever think to twist his massive ankle joint. It started to hurt as he tried exerting pressure on the impudent little insect.Suddenly, he was off balance and flailing, his ankle in shooting pain!“You little BUG!” he cried, activating his jets and searching for the source of the resistance and pain.Tony channeled as much power as he could into the armour, bending the ankle while throwing it off balance.“Okay, let’s kick this up a level,” he proclaimed calmly.Activating his repulsor jets Iron Man streaked off as the giant robot used its jet thrusters, to regain its balance.“Friday, scan active contacts, all bands,” ordered Tony.“193 band scan commencing,” confirmed the AI.Tony could see his very large foe but noticed that conventional radar and doppler were mute. Thermography was strange.The energy signature for such a large, moving, object was abnormally spotty at best, sometimes disappearing entirely for seconds at a time.Starscream had never tracked so agile a foe. Even Soundwave’s flying peon, Laserbeak, was a moth compared to the armoured fly in front of him.His active tracking sensors had difficulty locating, and locking, onto the signNowly smaller, and faster opponent. Thankfully, Starscream was not an organic being.His technology allowed to react faster, think faster, and move faster than the ordinary inhabitants of this planet. He launched a seeking missile while he regained his footing.“Sir - active tracking detected,” warned Friday. “I also have the scan results ready.”“Just a moment,” replied Tony, activating his anti-missile chaff and pulling a hard right loop.The missile trailed off, exploding harmlessly on the open Texan, plain.“Friday, broadcast a warning. Let’s see what it wants,” commanded Tony, as he quickly reviewed the AI’s results.“STOP!” announced Iron Man, hovering 40 feet in the air, 100 feet in front of Starscream.“Let’s deal. I’m full of resources. What do you want to settle this peacefully?” continued the metal clad insect.The Decepticon considered the offer.“Your energy source. Your technology. Your eternal obedience,” he rasped, cruelly drawing out the final syllables.Tony considered the data in front of him and took over the negotiations.“How about a partnership with my factory at your disposal? Let’s figure out a way to get what we all need. We’re even talking the same language,” countered Iron Man. “There’s some common ground here.”He activated a remote access channel in his suit. An automatic door in the complex opened. A minute later a drone flew forth carrying a pure sample of extracted Vanadium in a clear receptacle towards the negotiations.Starscream thought about the counter offer. It would take no effort to feign acquiescence, then break his word when the opportunity presented itself.The power source of the complex was considerably advanced and would be a valuable asset in his plans. The technology hovering on display in front of him, as much as he could monitor and scan, was incredible.If he could just tear into and peel back the little metal insect he was sure there were secrets to be added to his considerable abilities.“Your suit. Give it to me as a sign of your good intentions, and I will accept your generous offer,” replied the Decepticon.“Tough negotiations,” Tony observed to Friday. “Let’s try this instead.”He directed the drone and had it fly level in front of his opponent while he reviewed the data.Friday’s scans noticed that the large robot was suspectible to magnetic fields as well as a few other, less common, forms of energy.“I’m sure you know this is pure Vanadium. Hard to extract, incredibly useful. Your form is based on advanced military technology which uses Vanadium in its construction. I can offer you a steady supply, and more, to keep yourself in tip top shape.”Starscream had all the time he needed on this planet to take what he wanted. But he was intrigued enough to have some fun since he was so close to attaining his goal.“I’ll take your offer of Vanadium,” began the Decepticon, signNowing out and grasping the drone gently, regally, between two very large, metal, fingers.Tony tensed.He had taken part in many negotiations in his lifetime and could recognize a change of intent from across a board room.“I’ll also take YOUR HEAD!” concluded the Transformer, quickly raising his cannon and blasting the armoured form in front of him.Friday had been monitoring their opponent using passive LIDAR scans. She detected movement of the left arm and relayed her conclusions to Tony.What should have been a telling blow was reduced to a glancing blow as Iron Man rolled with the impact, his suit reconfiguring itself to better reflect and absorb the energies from the cannon.Adjusting his suit’s flight trim for extreme turning, he shrugged off the blast and took off at high velocity, gaining altitude quickly.“Well that was predictable,” Tony concluded humourlessly. “Plan B. Let’s see what he can take. Fire up satellite C3D. Run all telemetry and tracking through your scans.”“Uplink and monitoring,” confirmed Friday pleasantly.Tony let loose a volley of rockets from his shoulders, feeding real time tracking adjustments on the target 300 feet below him.The missiles shot downward at Starscream. He was bemused as he transformed into a jet and blasted off.His metal form easily withstood severe G forces that would have caused a human pilot to be crushed.Releasing chaff at the last instant he dodged. The missiles overshot and exploded harmlessly overhead as Starscream peppered cannon fire at Iron Man.Tony had given Friday access to all the databases at his disposal, including military tactics and advanced piloting combat gleaned from the best aviators on Earth and elsewhere. With Friday controlling the suit Tony kept reviewing the scan data and planning.Iron Man continued to rapidly put altitude between himself and his opponent, crossing through a thick bank of clouds at 18000 feet.Energy blasts cascaded harmlessly around him, missing his agile form by a large margin.“He’s not very good, is he,” Tony noted laconically as he analyzed the magnetic field numbers.He was going to setup his brutish foe with a localized EMP ramjet missile delivered from the satellite. His armour would be immune, hardened to the magnitude of the attack. With any luck he would be done before afternoon tea was served.“Friday – satellite status?” asked Tony.“Online and armed,” confirmed Friday.“Okay - let’s swing this back to our end of the inning,” stated Tony.Friday reconfigured the suit’s flight trim and Tony executed a tight turn, expertly avoiding another flurry of missiles.He sped toward the advanced F-22 at Mach 5, before executing a bewildering set of large, looping, circles aimed at distracting his opponent while the satellite delivered the EMP payload.“Sir, please watch your G force tolerance. Any more than Mach 6.2 and you will risk a blackout,” advised Friday.The Mark 50 Suit was theoretically capable of speeds well in excess of Mach 9. Reality was limited by Tony’s ability to absorb G-forces, and remain conscious.Even when supported by the suit his body had limits, even more so when executing acrobatics.“We’re fine Friday. Just monitor my vitals and let me know how we’re doing. This is about to end in another minute,” replied Tony nonchalantly.“Sir? My analysis of the factory logs is complete. There’s something interesting you should see,” began Friday.The Decepticon recognized a delaying tactic when he saw one. He also realized that he could target the small armoured primate with his Null canon, visually.He kept firing just behind the dodging target to continue lulling it into a false sense of security. He couldn’t help but brag about his abilities since victory was all but assured in his mind.“You fool! I see in 1134 frames per second compared to your feeble, primate, mind! Surrender before you annoy me!” he threatened, blasting away.Tony scoffed.Friday was an advanced AI that let him see thousands of frames more, per second, with advanced scanning and analysis of the environment. She was like Pepper Potts, Tony’s trusted confidante and aide, only portable and faster, by far. He couldn’t help but retort, as he executed one last, tight, turn since victory was almost at hand.“I hope you like being framed for defeat!” joked Iron Man loudly to his foe, interrupting his AI.“Friday, launch the ramje,” began Tony.Starscream suddenly transformed into robot mode, easily absorbing massive G-forces, abruptly slowing down and turning tighter than Iron Man, could anticipate.Before either Friday or Tony could adjust to the new situation the Transformer easily targeted the flying monkey and sent a null beam blast 23 feet in front of the looping metal ape.Pain exploded across Tony’s neural net mesh.His systems went haywire from the feedback. The in-suit suite of holo-display screens flickered on and off.He started breathing faster.All the major electronic systems in his suit were knocked out.Friday started babbling non-sensical conclusions and observations like a drug addict.“42 powers 2.1! The square root! Beets! Hell! Ponies! Lineal suits! Clover!” blathered the shocked AI.“Friday! Emp! Reboot! EMP REBOOT!” ordered Tony, desperately. He knew an EMP after effect when he saw one.He had assumed that only an atmospheric, nuclear scale, electro magnetic pulse could knock out the new suit.Unfortunately neither he nor Friday had anticipated current tactics. He cursed himself for not looking at the factory logs during the fight.There may have been more information from the sensors on the ground or the eyes in the sky.As it stood, he was falling from an altitude of over 25000 feet.His advanced armour was now the most expensive dead weight on the face of the planet.His AI was reduced to being the largest assembly of code and neural net learning to fall at terminal velocity.Himself - Avenger, billionaire entrepreneur, CEO, and premier proto-techno adopter - about to experience death at the hands of an alien robot who was laughing manaically like Ultron.Looking out of his face mask eye slits, one of only two analogue components in his suit, he could see his enemy changing trajectory, approaching with hands raised high.Starscream watched the falling red and gold metal suit.He raised his arms high in victory, accelerating to maximum speed, closing the gap.The time for revelry had passed. He would take this new technology, scan it, adopt it, and add the power source to his personal form.Then he would depose Megatron for good.There was no way the Decepticon leader would be able to cope with these new abilities, especially since Starscream planned on surprising everyone when they least suspected.He laughed out loud, his afterburners firing like twin suns in the afternoon Texas sky.“Friday! Status!” commanded Tony Stark, urgently.“Robots can be any colour,” stated the AI uselessly.Blind, deaf, and having trouble breathing, Tony continued his attempts to revive Friday. His keen mind took stock of the situation.At least Friday was recovering. She went from incoherent babbling to purely nonsensical. That was a glimmer of hope. Had the EMP truly had full effect Friday would be silent.If only he knew how close they were to the ground…He was a seasoned business professional who knew the value of the adage “use all your resources as efficiently as possible.”The one resource that needed to be used most efficiently was time.He idly noticed that there were no more cirrostratus clouds in view.He made his choice.Whispering a prayer to the gods he toggled the only other analogue component in the suit - the reboot commands. He shut down Friday and powered her back up.If anybody could use time better than him it was Friday.If he could just cut out her illogical loops, brought on by the EMP, she might be able to find a way out of this situation.The babble stopped instantly. But no pleasing Irish lilt greeted his ears.He mentally kissed Pepper Potts, almost mouthing “forgive me” in case he didn’t have a chance to see her again.“Friday?” he questioned urgently, breathing harder.Dark clouds passed in view, whistling by alarmingly fast.Starscream was 1000 feet away from his foe.He licked his metal lips - a very human affectation he picked up somewhere in his scans when they first crashed on his Earth, decades ago.He was imagining what victory would be like back home.Megatron destroyed.Shockwave humbled.Even that insipid little backstabber, Soundwave, would be at his every beck and call. Maybe he’d let him keep Laserbeak, if only to keep the silent Decepticon in line.As he contemplated victory he momentarily lost sight of his prey in a thick bank of dark clouds.“Friday!” Tony persisted for the tenth time.“Status! Update! Root X!” he commanded desperately. Friday had not responded after the reboot.Tony had no idea if she was active. His voice should have triggered a response.His breathing was laboured now, the suit’s air becoming saturated with carbon dioxide since the recycler had no power.His amour began to spin out of control. He couldn’t even see his foe, nor the clouds, and only caught sporadic light streaming through his facemask.It was disorienting, chaotic, even more so than when he’d been binge drinking before rediscovering the path of a super hero.He almost felt that he had hit rock bottom once more, no pun intended he ruefully thought, as he plummeted to meet the Earth in the world’s most expensive coffin.“This is more like a pizza box,” he joked, almost incoherently, to himself as the carbon dioxide concentrations accumulated.The whistling of the air around him changed slightly.He thought he saw the Colorado River underneath him as he spun.It was a pretty watershed - he wished he’d taken time to go fishing when he first set up shop near Nada, Texas.He would have loved to hear Pepper’s laugh again, reeling in a big catfish. Or watch Happy Hogan, his chauffeur, grinning, telling jokes on the boat as he brought out the net.He even missed Thor’s chugging of expensive beers and wines, emptying out the cellar, and boasting that it was ‘nice but needed more Asgardian ale’.“Friday. Kiss me for a fool,” he whispered, resigned.The mighty Colorado spun beneath him again, slower this time.Something was happening.If anything he should have been spinning faster. The wind should have been whistling at a higher pitch.Was he slowing down?Where was that stupid brute of a toy looking robot? Did it finally catch up?“Hold on Sir,” announced Friday.The holographic displays were still off line.Tony couldn’t see anything.But, come to think of it, Tony realized, his breathing wasn’t any more difficult than under normal times of stress.Without power his suit was literally a hermetically sealed box of death. But with power to the proper sub systems it could keep him alive in almost any environment for a considerable length of time.“Friday?” asked Tony. He tried flexing his fingers, his toes.“Just. One. Moment,” Friday intoned over the space of three seconds.Tony watched the Colorado rise up alarmingly fast.The whistling of the wind continued to dull by the second. The spinning had almost stopped.Tony could feel a subtle presence in the interface mesh. This meant that Friday was monitoring his systems once more.She could even trigger certain bio chemical responses, through the nano technology under Tony’s skin, within reason.“Relax. Let me help,” requested Friday, in a pleasant Irish lilt.The repulsor jets suddenly roared to life.Tony’s arms and legs moved as the armour’s nano-tech surfaces reconfigured themselves to drastically slow their descent and regain control.He suddenly felt a little more relaxed than possible, and realized that Friday was coaxing dopamine into his system.Instead of watching the Colorado plummet into view Iron Man was now tracing a graceful, controlled, arc downward, at around Mach 2, passing through a low bank of stratus clouds.“Friday? What’s the 411?” asked Tony as the in-suite screens popped into view, sporting a boot screen.“Your reboot worked. I returned and scanned the last save state logs. Based on that data I diverted the majority of my AI power to controlling surfaces and angling our descent towards the river. Any left over power I used to start the reboot of our systems,” replied Friday.“Are we back to 100% yet?” asked Tony hopefully.“Current system status is 25% and climbing. 3 minutes until full capacity,” chirped Friday.“Damn,” muttered Tony.Starscream suddenly lost sight of the figure as they entered another bank of white clouds.He had been within 50 feet, at full after burner.Now, outside of the clouds once more, his prey was nowhere in sight. Whatever stealth components the gold and red suit sported were once more active, foiling his radar and scanners.He took up a hover position and rotated quickly, visually scanning the environment.It took him about 30 seconds to find the small speck of a figure, arcing downwards towards a placid river below.He snarled and transformed into an F-22 once more, using gravity to add speed to the chase.“Friday, let’s go for a swim,” instructed Tony.“I’ll need to divert power from main thrust and control surfaces to adapt ourselves for entry and operation Sir,” began Friday. “What’s the 411, please?”Tony smiled to himself as the AI imitated his sayings in an effort to coordinate. It came across as patiently frustrated in his mind - very classy.“I’m gambling that an F-22 isn’t designed for water combat. We’re going to take 2 and turn the tables like he did to us,” outlined Tony. “And, I bet I have a surprise for him if he does try to join us. Study the white paper I found on new Russian torpedoes - look in my inventory 23/2/2016 filed under ‘to do,’ ” finished Tony.“Prepare for water bsignNow in 15 seconds,” replied Friday.Starscream closed the distance quickly.Instead of using his Null Beam he decided that it was time to take pleasure in ripping the primitive ape apart, peeling back the layers of technology and scanning them while listening to high pitched screams.Even if the prey descended into water the Decepticon’s robotic form was well equipped for aquatic environments.His great strength afforded him easy mobility, and water cooled his systems for greater efficiency. He could even use his thrusters to propel himself faster than most nautical craft on the planet.Smiling cruelly he anticipated the surprised screams of shock and pain to follow shortly, as he descended.Tony dived into the water, signNowing the bottom of the river in seconds.“Mark 50 holds up really well, doesn’t she?” observed Tony proudly.“All systems nominal. Full charge in 2 minutes,” confirmed Friday calmly.“Can we do it?” asked Tony. “What’s the energy cost?”“A surprisingly cheap re-articulation of the magnetic seals with relevant surfaces and sub systems. Are you sure about the last part of the plan?” queried Friday once more.“All the numbers say this will work. Have you reconciled with the factory data?” replied Tony.“Working on it - another 4 minutes.”“That’s not a lot of time for the end game. Can you shave some more time off?” asked Tony.Tony noticed the shadow of his foe over the water. Another moment later, a large set of metallic feet broke the water’s surface.Large collections of bubbles accompanied the robotic body as it plunged into the river. A set of arms signNowed out threateningly in Tony’s general direction.“Persistent little toy isn’t he?” interrupted Tony. “Let’s go.”He knew that it wouldn’t take long for the metal villain to take note and give pursuit.Starscream’s robotic sensors and eyes pierced the gloomy depths of the Colorado river.Smirking he boomed his voice underwater.“RUN!”Laughing he activated his boot jets, rapidly closing the distance to within 20 feet.“Hit it,” stated Tony calmly.Firing up the repulsor jets Iron Man took off from the river bed and traveled down the Colorado river at a depth of 30 feet.Friday activated the suit’s magnetic seals, articulating specific control surfaces on the upper body of the armour.Charging the nano-surfaces, alternating polarity in a specific pattern the AI used the suit’s gas exchanger in a novel, new, way of processing, and expelling great amounts of the CO2 in the environment to center around the Mark 50 armour.The repulsors suddenly engaged in full burn.Combined with the gaseous envelope around the suit, Iron Man quickly gained speed, attaining over 275 knots per hour.He shot away from Starscream with the speed of a super cavitating torpedo.The Decepticon blinked, then became quickly enraged. He willed himself to full speed, doing his best to streamline his shape and keep visual contact with the quickly receeding opponent.It was like trying to corner a wily, lower lifeform.Frustrating.A waste of his precious time.He should have killed the man when he had the chance.Starscream thundered away underwater, causing water to boil into large waves on the surface.Afternoon boaters were overtaken by sudden swells on a normally placid body of water.“How’re we doing on that analysis Friday?” asked Tony, monitoring his screens once more.“2 minutes and counting.”“Power levels at optimal?” asked Tony.“30 seconds,” replied Friday.“Time to shoreline?” he asked, one last time.“10 seconds.”He breathed slowly and firmly.“Time to gamble,” he said to himself.Iron Man broke the water’s surface, springing through the air to land on the shore near some farm land. It was deserted as anticipated.“Open up all environmental charging solutions please. I want to make sure we pump out every last giga watt,” ordered Tony.“Understood. Are you sure you don’t want to wait for backup?” asked Friday.“Now or never. I don’t want this conflict to get any more out of hand. It ends here,” was Tony’s firm reply.“Would you like another shot of dopamine Sir?” asked Friday helpfully.Tony smiled.“Deep scan my pre-frontal cortex Friday,” Tony replied. “This is as firm as I ever get.”“Noted,” Friday asserted. “Charging. Preparing to release dampers on your mark.”The water bubbled at the edge of the shore. Waves started to crash onto the rocky, sandy soil, growing larger by the second.By the time the Decepticon bsignNowed the surface the waves were two feet high, spraying the placid super hero.Laughing cruelly, his quarry bent down on one knee, Starscream was almost ecstatic.“Had enough, gnat?” he asked mockingly. “I will make it quick out of recognition for your surrender.”He let a sarcastic edge emphasize the word quick.There was never any intention beyond a brutal torture of a lower life form at stake.“Now,” stated the metal figure on the beach, turning its torso slightly to angle a large, glowing circle in its chest upwards.“Firing,” stated Friday.Iron Man’s uni-beam screamed forth from the golden Avenger’s chest mounted arc reactor.Within picoseconds an almost incomprehensible amount of EMP energy poured forth and hit the Transformer full in the face.“Hope they have karma where you come from, jerk,” muttered Tony as he watched the armour’s power indicators drop precipitously.Starscream did what he always did best.He bellowed in pain.EMP energy bombarded his senses, his systems and wreaked pure havoc on his entire being.Unwillingly he felt himself shutting down, from the effect of the pulse on his electric systems and from the pure pain of it all.He was hardened to conventional, terrestrial EMP and technologies. But this outburst was along the lines of the best he had ever received from either Decepticon or Autobot.He could not last.His final thought as consciousness ebbed, his hulking metal form crashing onto soft sand and rocks, was that he would have his revenge.Tony stopped the Uni beam.He felt exhausted. The suit would need a lot of time to recharge before anything beyond basic mobility returned.“Turn off anything but basic support and articulation systems,” ordered Tony. “Let’s try and recharge a little faster than normal if we can.”He raised the face mask, gulping fresh air for the first time in the afternoon.He quietly observed the strange, purple logo on the wing of the alien. He would ask his friends to run a match and see if there was any more information in their extensive databases.He couldn’t remember all the villains he had ever encountered but he was sure this was a new antagonist.He waited several minutes, breathing hard, before asking Friday, “Any match for that symbol in our databank?”“None at the moment,” began Friday, “but once we are re-connected to the external databases more options may be available.”Suddenly, a large metal hand spasmed in the water.Tony looked alarmingly at the metal robot shuddering.“Friday, status!” he exclaimed, alarmed.“Power levels at 6%. Basic mobility at 25%,” began Friday.“Can we take it out with repulsors?” asked Tony, lowering the face plate and extending his gauntlets, palms outward, towards his enemy.The wind started to pick up, throwing waves onto the shore once more.“Repulsors at insufficient charge to critically damage an opponent of this size. We might be able to manage a few shots but without advanced scanning it’s a crapshoot,” observed the AI.“Options?” asked Tony, his weary mind racing once more.“Let’s see what Thor can do,” stated the A.I.Tony looked up.(Bonus question – How long would Starscream last against Thor?)The sky grew dark very quickly, kicking up wind and water over the Decepticon.He had just recovered and was raising his considerable bulk out of the river. His eyes seethed with rage, his face a snarl as he locked onto the small red and gold figure on shore.“Your life is over, miserable little primate!” he declared. He raised his left arm cannon and tried to steady himself against the ever increasing wind and surf.Heavy rain began to whip against his body.Thunder crackled ominously overhead.He had never known Earth weather to be so turbulent and localized. The little metal figure standing on shore, 30 feet away, was not the least bit affected.Starscream, however, was being buffeted by winds of 110 miles per hour, and hail the size of golf balls was assaulting him, throwing off his focus.Was that a voice, coming from above? The Decepticon could scarcely believe his audio receptors.“Base villain! Thou shalt not stand!” cried Thor, Asgardian god of thunder.He willed a lightning bolt to sizzle downward, splitting the skies to strike the metal robot below. Another lightning bolt followed within seconds, then another.The Transformer had taken all the punishment his Cybertronian frame could bear.Mortally exhausted he shut down once more, overloaded beyond even his capacity to easily recover.Starscream crashed into the water again, face landing in the shore, his arms flopping haphazardly.The storm died down as suddenly as it began.The large, immortal frame of Thor landed gently beside Tony Stark.“I heard thy whispered prayers my friend, and came as quickly as I could from Asgard.”Tony was ecstatic.“Thor! You just took down that beserk son of a kid’s toy with a localized, MEGA, superstorm! That’s incredible!”Thor looked lost in thought for a few moments before responding.“Aye. ‘Tis easier these days for a thunder god to sow energies of destruction in the skies. The Earth is angry. Her emotions manifest as stronger storms and disasters.”Iron Man was incredulous.“C’mon Thor. I’ve met gods, yourself included. The Earth? It’s a big chunk of rock in space with a habitable zone, resources and lots of little things scurrying on it like us humans.”“Are not earthquakes but the trembling of her body? Hurricanes and tornadoes - the railing protest of her voice? Volcanoes - naught but the tip of her fury at being slowly destroyed,” replied the thunder god in a tone heavily tinted with irony and regret.“Plate tectonics and..” started the hero.“Am I not the progeny of All Father Odin, and his mate, Gaea, the Elder goddess of the Earth?” interrupted Thor quietly. “Does the frequency of events, as you mortals spin so often, seem to be rather ill timed?”Tony paused.He had learned to respect the ancient being at his side, manyfold, during their numerous adventures together. While seemingly in the aspect of a humanoid with impressive proportions Thor was, ultimately, a god whose depth of knowledge and experience allowed a unique, highly focused, point of view.He was no Asgardian fool.Thor had given Iron Man food for thought.“Tony, son of Stark, the time for debate has passed. I must return to my duties in Asgard. Call me whenever thou hast dire need and I will attend thee again,” interrupted Thor gently. “I will dispense yon metal warrior with the Captain.”Thor easily picked up the large, comatose, Decepticon and whirled his impossibly heavy Uru hammer at an impossibly quick speed.Suddenly he was cast upward, disappearing quickly into the bright blue Texan sky.Iron Man sat back on his haunches, his advanced armour instantly supporting his body in the most comfortable way possible.The suit had already started to repair itself and was replenishing its energy using the warm, full, sun of a traditional Texas afternoon.Tony relaxed and felt the suit piece itself back together.It was a pleasant, ephemeral, feeling almost like driving on a safe, well lit, country road in a super luxury car.His genius level intellect was grasping at something just beyond the fringes of cognition, like a child touching a cookie jar on a counter just a little too high.The strange encounter today, last month’s skirmish with six alien hunters, the incident outside Chicago around Christmas, they all involved very strange opponents with very bizarre readings.“Friday?” asked Tony.“Would you like access to scanning logs or a curated wine list?” replied the perceptive AI in a pleasant, Irish voice.Tony smiled.He already knew that Friday was constantly monitoring him and anticipating based on her advanced learning AI routines. But he couldn’t stop smiling whenever she almost thought like him, or Pepper Potts, his devoted aide and confidante.“Do you like always scanning my deep cerebrum to predict my behaviour, Friday?” tested Tony, curiously.“It’s a living,” quipped the AI non-commitally. “Would you like to see Logs, Alcohol, or Schematics?”“Business as always – I’ll have to work with you a little more on your delivery,” promised Tony.“Noted, for the 38th time,” replied the same sweet, professional voice.“Call up the X-scan logs for date marks 2018, 6, 7, 4, 14 and 12, 25, 2017. Nothing but the U-Bands,” commanded Tony.“There’s 24 pages of data. I can see your cerebrum working. In these instances I noticed specific parts working harder than others, indicating you want to look for anomalies, scan for patterns, while you think about improving my performance,” stated the AI.Tony paused, pleased with himself and his AI’s observations.“Your performance can wait,” began Tony.“Noted, for the 3rd time today,” interrupted Friday.Tony continued, nonplussed.“Riiight. Anyway, scan associated binary logs for energy anomalies in the first minutes of those encounters, then let me know what you find,” he asked.“Just a moment. Would you like to review the latest issue of World Wide Wines while waiting? You should have enough time to read the new releases,” Friday answered.“Just step on it please,” replied Tony. A growing feeling of uneasiness was starting to claw at him.“I’m noticing increased activity in your amygdala – let’s suit up and those results will be ready,” offered Friday.Tony didn’t answer. He already reviewed his memories of the logs and had projected Friday’s analysis.He may not have known the precise answer but he was sure that his educated hunch was going to be in line with his AI’s.He quickly stood up and felt the suit auto assemble itself around him.Skin tingled as subdermal mesh interfaced with the inner lining of the Iron Man suit. The collective slither of semi autonomous nano technology felt like a gentle caress as titanium ceramic armour encased his body. His helmet smoothly slid around his skull with the visor flipping over his face, sealing him in once more.Friday displayed her conclusions.Tony whistled. He was right and wrong all at once.“Friday, call Reed and Pym,” Tony began calmly. “Rent out the usual meeting area in Non-Space. We’ve got a developing situation on our hands.”“I have already signNowed out to Mr. Richards and Mr. Pym. The rental agreement is being finalized as we speak,” confirmed Friday.“How long to signNow New York?” asked Tony.“One and a half hours under optimal conditions. If I call Nick Fury he can meet us half way,” stated Friday.“I could kiss you for that,” quipped Tony as he triggered the repulsor jets.“Only if Ms. Potts and I agreed, beforehand,” stated the AI firmly.Tony didn’t reply as he launched, smiling, into the sky, the glowing Texan landscape below dwindling away rapidly... .. .Motives. Unbound.” notes a flat stretch of one dimensional light.“Secure vanguards,” comes the reply in a voice deeper than Time and twice as old.Dimensional walls shudder, briefly, and all is still once more.But for how long?
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