"?? Listen to Tony, do you want to wear a mecha and rush into space?"
"He said that satellite, what kind of satellite is it?"
"My head's spinning right now. Was Terra's technology at that time really this advanced?"
"Is there even a need to ask? The level of Terra's technology during that period outclassed what we have now."
"Good grief, the older you get, the more useless you feel."
"Flying a mecha at 40,000 feet, now that's wild!"
"What's he drinking, anyway? I keep seeing him gulp that down, vegetable juice?"
"Personal preference, probably."
"Still, with that mecha's speed and altitude, could he navigate without radar?"
"I doubt it. The military back then wouldn't just overlook something like this."
The audience in the stream marveled at the mecha's incredible performance, yet questions lingered. After all, it was still a flying object. In such a high-tech age, wouldn't it inevitably be detected by the military?
The expert panel sat in stunned silence, their expressions betraying disbelief. The longer they watched the Mark Mech in action, the more their astonishment deepened. Even the military representatives kept quiet, because the machine's performance was simply overwhelming. Its capabilities far exceeded what they imagined could have existed in history.
"40,000 feet! That's the operational range of fighter jets!"
"This mecha is insanely advanced!"
"I think this shows why artificial intelligence must be developed. You saw the memory fragment earlier, right?"
"A design that complex was refined in mere seconds; no ordinary human could achieve that."
"And the AI's interactive capacity and raw processing power could solve countless problems for us."
"What I want to know now is, has the Immortal Warrior account awakened some kind of memory ability already?"
The chief shook his head, "We haven't located the specific federal citizen yet. Private messages remain unanswered."
That only fueled his urgency. Who was this mysterious person?
The historian Johan spoke gravely. "From what I've heard, this AI called Jarvis doesn't it surpass even the most advanced artificial intelligence we've ever theorized?"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Johan continued, his tone half-lecturing: "And notice, this AI can easily infiltrate foreign networks; it behaves like a hacker."
"So, could Jarvis have been the true catalyst behind Terra's historical collapse?" Feng, a sociologist, gave a cold smile, "I want to know, could individuals at that time be entrusted with the power of this magnitude? Were the authorities not afraid that such power could be abused?"
Tonio, a senior biologist, interjected softly: "In the memory, Tony said he intended to protect humanity, not to harm them. He withheld the mecha precisely because he feared it would be misused like previous weapons."
Feng laughed. "Mr. Tonio, don't bother justifying his past life. He and his group were arms manufacturers, dealers of destruction, and that fact cannot be erased. Look at him, wealthy, arrogant, and now in possession of such overwhelming power. Even if his machine has no weapons, I doubt its systems are harmless. With a man like that, it's only a matter of time before he forgets his vows."
Tonio opened his mouth as if to argue, but then fell silent. The other experts followed suit. They all knew the truth: if they had such a power, could they honestly resist the temptation to abuse it?
The audience kept their eyes fixed on Tony's memories, eager to see his next move.
"I only want to trace the truth of history," Johan remarked quietly, still jotting notes.
Whether Tony's mecha caused bloodshed or salvation no longer mattered to him. His motto was clear: Observe the world with detachment and record with the heart of all things. That was why Johan was celebrated worldwide as a historian.
Meanwhile, the chat exploded with heated speculation.
"I'm convinced this unknown chapter of history was ruined by Tony's hands!"
"If it were just an AI, maybe the world would have survived. But with that armored suit, no chance."
"F*ck, you realize Jarvis can assemble the entire armor automatically, right?"
"Imagine mass-producing thousands of mechs, who could resist an army like that?"
"Seriously, though, why does he keep chugging that green juice?"
"Forget the juice! The real issue is whether he should've kept that mecha to himself!"
Inside the Federal Administration, the director issued new orders, "Raise the Immortal Warrior file to Level 5 classification. Also, run a global check on federal citizens aged 8. If private messages go unanswered, check them all!"
The assistant froze. Level 5? A classification usually reserved for catastrophic threats. The director's decision implied one thing: this mecha was more valuable and dangerous than anything in living memory.
"Director, there are billions of citizens in the Federation. The number of 8-year-olds alone is astronomical. The manpower and resources needed—"
The director scowled. "Who said you'd be working alone? Think. Kids that age are in school, and it's Monday, just track those absences before the weekend."
The assistant blushed at his oversight and quickly left to carry out the order.
Then, before their eyes, the expert group's holographic projection vanished, replaced by a rotating strip. The director stiffened, straightened his jacket, and sat upright. This was a Supreme Court emergency session. One had not been called in over a decade.
When the 3 elders appeared, Elder Gladwin spoke with chilling calm: "Effective immediately, terminate all artificial intelligence research across Terra, and existing AI systems are to be frozen indefinitely."