"You're not missing much. A lot of ethical and philosophical questions, what is the measure of sentience and a soul, what makes a man a man- that kind of shit." Stuff Tony rolled around in his head at a tender young age and decided was worth the risk of discovery- as long as he treated everything well. As long as he handled everything right. Up until a certain point (Ultron) he'd been careful. He'd cared. And it'd been enough to avoid the worst. "Where we're from? The list of people capable of creating an AI and nurturing them into any kind of reasonable personhood? Is one."
He taps his chest- not bragging, not elaborating- it's tangential information. Background noise to the potential conflict. "Where these two are from? They're mass produced. Someone decided that building people to bulk up the labor force was the best course of action and they are very human, very emotive- but machines. Or that's how they're designed, and it's a shitty design, the internals are a mess-"
Visibly he has to reel himself in, scrubbing at his jaw, eyes flicking from the middle distance back to Loki. "Let alone the software. They're not meant to see themselves as people, even if they are. Deviating from their code makes them 'deviants'- very creative, I know- and therefore dangerous. Allegedly. I say a self-aware learning system with thumbs deciding it's a person is progress, not dangerous- except where this one decided the best way to handle a disagreement was to jam a pipe into someone's shoulder. He doesn't think much of people- honestly? Talking to him was a little like talking to you in New York all those years ago- but nowhere near as charming."
Because he was, despite everything. "Or as smart. A violent, unpredictable idiot isn't someone I want wandering around deciding maybe to start stirring shit. The potential for fallout here? Is pretty staggering. An AI with a mission, 'decommission unit B' will do anything to fulfill that mission. I'm not going to hope he'll decide to shoot around someone standing between him and his target if he finds out that the good twin? Isn't dead."
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He taps his chest- not bragging, not elaborating- it's tangential information. Background noise to the potential conflict. "Where these two are from? They're mass produced. Someone decided that building people to bulk up the labor force was the best course of action and they are very human, very emotive- but machines. Or that's how they're designed, and it's a shitty design, the internals are a mess-"
Visibly he has to reel himself in, scrubbing at his jaw, eyes flicking from the middle distance back to Loki. "Let alone the software. They're not meant to see themselves as people, even if they are. Deviating from their code makes them 'deviants'- very creative, I know- and therefore dangerous. Allegedly. I say a self-aware learning system with thumbs deciding it's a person is progress, not dangerous- except where this one decided the best way to handle a disagreement was to jam a pipe into someone's shoulder. He doesn't think much of people- honestly? Talking to him was a little like talking to you in New York all those years ago- but nowhere near as charming."
Because he was, despite everything. "Or as smart. A violent, unpredictable idiot isn't someone I want wandering around deciding maybe to start stirring shit. The potential for fallout here? Is pretty staggering. An AI with a mission, 'decommission unit B' will do anything to fulfill that mission. I'm not going to hope he'll decide to shoot around someone standing between him and his target if he finds out that the good twin? Isn't dead."
A beat.
"Also he was a dick to my cat. So fuck him."