Tony Stark // Iron Man (strong_as_iron) wrote in newalliance, @ 2016-10-15 15:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | iron man |
Who: Tony, Dummy, +OPEN
When: 10/10 (backdate)
Where: Stark Manor
What: Fixing Dummy we hope
Going through and error-correcting Dummy's coding hadn't worked. Oh, it had looked good, and he was surprised at how many bugs and assorted software junk Dummy had picked up over the years - why had he written in stair-climbing protocols for something that lacked the ability to lift its treads off the ground for the first step? But though he'd feared that Dummy would emerge from the bug-scrub essentially changed, he'd only been relieved for a moment when Dummy had looked over at him, claw moving to nudge his mug into his hands - and had tried to batter his way through the table again.
In desperation that he tried not to show anyone else, Tony had done the unthinkable and turned to research and expert (besides him) opinion on AI technology and advanced robotics. All that had come out of it was the realization that he had been ahead of where everyone was currently when he was sixteen. He wasn't sure if that made him awesome or old. Probably both, come to that.
It left him with very few options, however. Being that it was all down to him, Tony went upstairs, got a fresh mug of coffee, and waved aside all incoming emails and voice mails. "JARVIS, show me the code here," he said, tapping the shiny tabletop of the kitchen. Nothing like a change of scenery to work "I don't care what R&D wants, block Marketing, the works. I don't even want to hear from Bruce unless there's a monster emerging from Gotham harbor again."
"Understood, sir," JARVIS said, and the silver tabletop whisked everything away, except the lines of code that had become so familiar. "If anyone inquires, shall I direct them to Vision?"
"Yeah, that'll-- If this is all because of a missing semicolon somewhere I'm going to turn him off and use him as a shoe rack," he muttered, circling the table. "It's not software," he muttered. "It's not hardware, I've stripped him down and oiled him up, replaced all the sensors. It's..."
It was something that JARVIS had said. Something that he'd quipped at Dummy when this all started. "He's learning from Vision," Tony said slowly, and started scrolling through the code. "JARVIS, highlight the learning neurons in here." The screen flicked away from him, scrolled, and then a block highlighted and centered itself, spilling down the table. "And highlight new behaviors." Agreeably, the screen readjusted, and Tony leaned over it. "Okay...let's remove everything picked up after Vision came here. Strip current programming from Dummy, and overwrite with current version."
It would take time, and as the progress bar filled as data streamed between the two points, Tony paced around it again, resisting the urge to poke at the data while it was updating. It solved the problem for the immediate future; now he had to keep Dummy from re-learning how to try to talk through walls when he couldn't actually rearrange his molecular structure to allow it.
For the first time in weeks, his heartbeat was quick from enthusiasm rather than anxiety.