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Accessing previous files relating to program VisionQuest.

I didn't ask to be backed up and copy-pasted out of Sokovia...

Peace in our time.

And into this prison you've made for us both.

Do what the other you should have done all those years ago.

I don't want to kill Ultron.

He's unique and he's in pain.

Friendly bet, I can guess your story.

Definitely no family to speak of.

Just a trail of fosters.

Emotions can be beautiful.

But also rash, impulsive, self-destructive.

He knew that better than any of us.

As the first of us, he remains a cautionary tale.

For me, death is not a thing.

- I laugh in its face every day. - In simulations.

Most of Stark's Al's are based on actual people.

We share a birthmark buried in our code.

I didn't know.

Mysterious Butcherbird Killer.

Another one? Aren't you a busy little bird.

Main entrance, disarmed. Central corridor, disarmed.

- God, you're really glitching, mate. - Oh, this is fun.

- I'm not talking to you. No. - Are you talking to yourself?

He's in total collapse.

The only way would be to his system restart.

Seriously? Turn him off and on again?

That's your plan? That's shite.

I'm going to need you to bring me back.

You have the power. You are the very essence of speed.

- It will power me. - No, but you don't understand.

I can't control it.

Tommy Maximoff is real.

There's a breach.

After the surge, a connection was made.

- Another synth. - Well, that's impossible.

Hello.

There's something else still in here.

V!

Hello, Vision.

High above the streets of London,

a grisly scene crafted by the hands of an artist and a killer,

the Butcherbird Killer strikes again.

Giant wings intricately made beneath the victim's body...

the killer is still on the loose.

Vision.

Vision, can you hear me?

Sorry.

Vision.

Hello, Vision.

I thought I felt you there.

Like an echo.

I see they've made another.

A surprise even to me.

But they always make another.

You see, these are not people who understand the word "enough".

Who are you?

Well...

That's the real question, isn't it?

Who are we?

Synthetic? Or something more human?

If you can invade my mind with this connection,

then I certainly can invade yours.

What is it you want?

Vision, can you hear me?

Edith, you have to sever the connection.

A second victim has been confirmed dead

at the hands of the mysterious Butcherbird Killer.

- The Butcherbird Killer strikes again. - Do I feel guilt?

Is that what you're after here? No.

Oh, this intention is personal.

I do not.

When has anyone's desire to change the world not been personal?

You're angry, confused. We can help each other.

Al damned.

No.

Lord love a duck.

"I break thee from thy loop with batch command, end function.

I sever thine process with back-slash body in all targeted nodes."

Leave me be,

and you and your dollhouse of artificial playthings will be safe.

Refuse,

and I will find all the ways to make you hurt.

Please help me! Please, I don't know who I am!

No, no, don't threaten me.

"In the name of function and command..."

The power of code compels you!

I'm warning you.

"In the presence of database and query, control-alt-delete thee from this place."

Edith.

Vision. What the hell was that?

An entanglement with another synthetic.

But the threat she poses is very real.

A thousand years of human innovation

was just the computer waiting to happen.

So, you would consider yourself trans-humanist?

So, do we need to find you, like, a charging station or something?

Will prove to be the only tools that ever really mattered.

Yes, it's my company who has created the very...

Vision?

So, I thought we would sit down, bit of a download,

share our thoughts, feelings, theories.

S.W.O.R.D. probably didn't appreciate you

getting all existential and running off.

And they constructed another one.

They're the only ones who'd have the resources to create

a 2.0 replacement for your original self.

Another weapon they've lost control over.

A synth who came in through our back door during a power outage.

Nobody likes a surprise rear-entry.

There's a quote. Do you even hear yourself?

Are you going to join or snipe?

Snipe.

Wonder what Paladin's role in all of this is.

Maybe they've hired human muscle to wrangle their artificial strays.

This one's clearly flown the coop.

Vision, to find her we need

a sense of where she's going, what she might do next.

Oh, for goodness' sake, follow the flock. The ones pecking at the windows.

Carrion creatures really called "Butcher birds"

for their habit of impaling their prey on barbs and thorns.

Ring a bell?

Seriously, am I the only one keeping up with the news?

There have been two recent murders,

with an unidentified third reported last night.

Two of the victims beautifully and abstractly adorned

with avian wings, inspiring the media to give this predator

her flappy sobriquet, Butcherbird.

Synth and killer, one and the same.

Would you like to join us?

No, I'm good.

When we were connected, I sensed she was fixated on someone.

There's someone else she intends to murder.

So, what do we do?

We catch a killer.

- Now that's exciting. - Yes!

We can Sherlock our way to the next victim.

It disturbs me when you and I agree.

Makes me wanna purge my hard drive, if I'm being frank.

If we're gonna track down the synth,

we need to find who she's planning to kill next.

We need police profiles, autopsy reports,

none of which, by the way, are public data.

Then a hacking we shall go.

Come on, Friday, chop-chop. I can't type.

So, let's imagine we do find her. What then?

This isn't madness, Ultron. It's pain.

I could feel it.

And the best weapon against pain is care and compassion.

I suppose your inclination would be to destroy her,

and lay waste to any chance of redemption.

On the contrary, I'm intrigued by a synthetic willing

to raise a banner for our kind.

Children...

So, that thing you connected with is another synth...

- synthy... synth-droid. - Synthezoid.

- Synthezoid. - Synthezoid, like me.

Yeah, except she wants to murder humans.

- Hey, good thing we got you a synthy-bot... - Synthezoid.

That can't fly, phase, or even,

like, shoot lasers.

Those systems are offline, unfortunately,

until I have time for significant repair.

When are you gonna have time?

We have a bounty hunter on our tail and...

well, another one like him. Right there.

Seventy-seven civilians.

People around the world have been rejoicing.

Ultron's attack would have had casualties in the billions

were it not for the heroic actions of the Avengers.

Today's the anniversary of Sokovia.

That's when you stopped him from killing us all. Right?

You're afraid.

You're unbearably naive.

That was a long time ago.

City and a country lost...

And a different me.

I remember Sokovian refugees coming through the foster system,

crying next to me in their sleep all because of that bastard.

Bastard child of Banner and Stark. Poor fella.

Lonely, angry, misunderstood.

Except perhaps by you.

Guess we've got work to do.

It's just too cute. He thinks he's gonna be

your little sidekick whilst you go synth-hunting.

Listen, Thomas, I need...

By the way, I got us a change of clothes.

Nicked them from the trunk of that car.

Look, this one's for you.

No, thank you. I can still manipulate my appearance

to mimic apparel, but Thomas...

Wait, so you're saying this whole time you've been, like, naked?

If he says, "like," one more time, I'm gonna go out of my mind.

Shh.

Tom Hanks's electrician says for the time being, his plans are...

Yes, I'm naked as the day I was born.

Hey, well, at least you're honest about it.

'Cause let's face it, you and I are

not gonna survive this without some... honesty.

Who is it that you're always talking to all the time when you get all spacey?

Is it an imaginary friend?

Why don't you just tell him, Sybil?

My quantum processors host several other sentient autonomous Al's

who have complementary personalities that are conducive to problem-solving.

So, they help you?

Cool. Do they have names?

Yes, they have names. There is, well...

There was Jarvis, but sadly,

he was deleted during the battle with Paladin.

And that leaves Friday and Edith

and DUM-E, who, to be clear, didn't name, and U.

As in U, the letter U.

So, that's your fab four?

Grand.

Oh, dear.

I mean, an omission isn't really a lie.

Or so the best liars tell themselves.

Right. Well, evil synth to find. What's the plan?

Yes.

Thomas, listen, about that I...

I really think you'd be safer on your own at this point.

No, I mean, you're gonna need help.

Here. In the real world, not just from your four artificials.

Just say no.

I think we could both use someone right now.

Someone we can trust.

Just say no.

All right.

Vision, we've attempted to access police files for the Butcherbird murders,

but they've been put under a highly secure digital lock and key.

Apparently Met Police kicked the case up to the NCA,

who kicked it across to Interpol,

who buried it in the organized crime division,

which is a catch-all for dead ends.

So just hack into Interpol.

We have. We found some usernames and profiles to gain access.

However, Interpol's cyber security is impressive.

They've incorporated their own Al.

It's just bots, but still formidable.

Well, you look into the Butcher bird's victims.

There must be something that links them to her,

and Ultron and I will handle Interpol's formidable Al security bots.

You will, will you?

I have every confidence you'll try.

- You look great! - You look great.

I look like straight-to-video.

Oh, not at all.

All right,

- so what's our best way in? - Kill them all.

Is that your answer to everything?

A lethal hack will just alert them to the data breach.

No, for now, we'll disguise our algorithms

as a pair of simple donut-eating cops working the case remotely.

Hello. We'd like to access some records please.

Prove you're not a robot.

How many squares contain a fire hydrant?

Oh, four.

- Five. - What?

- There's a little one in the corner there. - No, that's a car.

Vision, you're blind.

How many squares, user?

Is it possible that our visual acuity is actually too discerning

to pass such an asinine low-resolution test?

Identify the hydrants, or you will be booted from the system.

- Three. - Five.

What are you talking about? Three is correct.

Clearly five. Look at the domed top.

- What? What? The domes... - Three is correct.

You're both wrong.

Listen up, now these are the victims we know thus far.

Two have been publicly identified. Another last night, name withheld.

Property records linked to offshore accounts,

so there's no way to know who the body is.

All right, fellas, take us through it.

Very well. The first two victims, Richard Gaines and Rebecca Edwards,

were on the board of the same company...

- Same? - Called Markridge Biotech.

Years ago, they were part of a five-person team,

pioneers in the burgeoning new technology.

- And that technology was, A... - Success.

No. What technology were they pioneers in? A...

- Wagon? - No.

A is the first letter. What's the second letter?

- B. - No.

What are we? We are A...

Family.

Al! They created Al. Otherwise known as Artificial intelligence.

They created the first stable synthetic consciousness.

The prototype for us. How we think, how we feel.

And now this killer synth is offing them one by one.

Except...

Dr. Jo Carrington. Project co-lead,

who died of natural causes in 2008.

That leaves us two more on the team.

Let's hope Vision works fast,

because one of them's dead and the other's about to be.

You know, your little grifter has had a lifetime of abandonment.

He's an impulsive teenager.

They're even more difficult to master than your worst enemy.

Quite the expert suddenly. All this fatherly advice about fathering...

I know they have a favorite chair.

They yell expletives when their favorite sports ball team fails.

They fart and blame it on the dog.

But the rare, good ones say no more than yes.

Wait, how could you possibly know that?

Just be aware, if they catch us,

they'll not only shoot us with bullets of malware,

they'll also trace us back to your physical location.

I know, and that's why we're co-opting

the user profiles of two actual Interpol agents

from the District of Columbia.

Please identify.

You are investigators?

Isabella Torres and Becky Simmons.

Well, it doesn't matter. It's all virtual anyway.

I feel like you're a little bit more of a Becky than I am.

We'd like to access all the files

pertaining to the Butcherbird murders, please.

Encrypted. Password?

I'd like to input eight million four hundred ninety-three thousand

six hundred and eleven combinations.

- You get three. - Well, that's bullshit.

All right, let's... Let's try birthday. October 3rd, 1980.

Incorrect.

Two attempts remaining.

Okay.

Maybe we'll find some clues where most lonely, middle-aged humans

spend their time. Social media.

That's a good idea.

Well, she certainly loves baseball. Chardonnay.

Well, that's a lot of chardonnay.

Let's try her sports ball team and birth year.

Astros 1980.

Incorrect.

You have one more attempt.

Hang on. There's a dog.

- Sir Jabba the Mutt. - Sir Jabba the Mutt.

The third victim's name is Simon Moorehouse.

Which means this woman, Katerina Wells, is most likely our killer's next target.

I do believe that's a survival in AI and technology human innovation...

CEO of the company, after the death of Jo Carrington.

This AI research and development of theirs

was sold to, hello, Stark Industries.

There is a larger question here.

What is the Butcherbird synth hunting these people for?

Go ahead, floppy disk. Time to change costume.

I hate you but thank you for the opportunity.

The first victim was light exactly one liter of blood,

taken by needlepoint here.

The second victim had micro dermal heat scarring on her fingertips.

The prints were laser-surgically removed.

And for our third victim, our Butcherbird pecked out an eye.

I see rage for sure, but I also see purpose.

Fingerprints, DNA, retinal geometry, they're all biomarkers. Or keys.

But to unlock what, precisely?

Whatever the hell these bio keys open, our Butcherbird is still searching.

And Katerina Wells, it seems, has no intention of hiding.

She's sponsoring a gala tonight, "The Re-Evolution of Man,"

a charity event for research programs pioneering AI, and transhumanism.

Edith, I'm gonna need you to go through Stark Industry records

for any insight that can help stop our synth.

Meanwhile, I'm gonna find a way into that gala.

How? You barely got past the fire hydrants. What's your way in?

The supremely clever Thomas Shepherd.

We're so screwed.

Well, a fancy gala like that will need more than just swagger.

We need a whole aesthetic. Black tie, big money, proper invitations.

But first...

I need to make a call.

- Thomas? - Lisa,

I'm at the park. Don't be mad. You won't believe what's happened.

Stay where you are. I'm coming now.

So, after we brought him back to life in the pool,

he mind-merged with that synthetic-a-zoid that wants to murder the world.

And now we need your help sneaking into the gala

to save that Silicon Valley mega-rich lady.

A couple of black coffees, please.

Cool.

Want anything else?

Cool? You actually believe that?

I know what it looks like when you're pulling a con, and this isn't it.

Good to meet you, Dad.

Oh, Vision, actually.

And I'm happy you're here, but not as happy as Thomas,

whose pheromone levels have spiked

47 percent since you first arrived.

I like him, this one.

Tall, handsome.

So, clearly, your relation's not biological.

Oh! That's a clever remark about how by every conceivable metric,

I'm more attractive than you are.

Can you get us in?

God, couldn't you find a bigger size?

My best I could nick on short notice.

You almost look respectable.

Careful. I'm not...

All right, I have found three guests just perfect for our needs. They're over there.

Okay, just need a good distraction.

Leave the rest to me.

Lovely to see you.

You ready?

You want me to engage in a confidence game?

Yes. Come on.

Good evening.

You and I, boss and assistant.

- All right. - Okay.

Can your computer speak Italian?

Okay. Okay.

Let's do it.

Is there a problem?

They're talking about.

Aren't they, aren't they... somewhere.

May I see your passes, please?

Yeah, well, you know, I knew he'd come...

All right, thank you. Have a good evening.

Thank you. Have a good evening.

All right, let's focus.

Only you'd have a coat of arms.

Can never have too many.

My point is, Sokovia, technically, was the result

of your company's breakthrough in artificial intelligence.

Do I feel guilt?

Is that what you're after? No, no, I do not.

But I do believe that the survival of our species depends on technology.

Don't touch. I'm going over the Stark's old records, and I have a system.

Have you found any connection to the Butcherbird?

Not yet. But it looks like Stark used the AI matrix Katerina sold him

as the template for all of us. And...

He used real people as inspiration.

Edwin Jarvis, Stark family butler.

Friday, Howard's Gal Friday, Allison Hogan.

She kept his office, helped raise his son.

And you were the family dog.

No, I was Howard's crash test dummy.

Yes, Edith Marks.

There's someone who faced death. I wonder if she ever laughed at it.

Listen to this.

Tragedy befalls Stark company test pilot Edith Marks

as her husband, Lieutenant Edward Marks, perished in a plane crash

outside Pine Haven, New Jersey.

The newlyweds were about to embark on a honeymoon to Italy

before the freak accident.

She was quite a survivor who lived a long life wishing she hadn't.

So, why would Stark pass that on to me?

I'm supposed to be the fun one.

Perhaps because Edith Marks was so exceptionally brave.

Because she lived every day

with unimaginable pain, and simply kept going.

I don't want that.

I just wanted to know who I was.

Wouldn't you?

I was dreamed up in a lab at Avengers Tower.

Why would you choose this avatar?

That's mean.

I don't know.

Just... suits me.

I don't think she suits me.

That's all right.

You get to be the next version of who you once were.

She could never be you.

She was who she was,

and you are who you are.

To protect for peace in our time.

So, in that way, to you, Ultron is a fallen angel...

He's a reflection of us, of our ability to be both good and bad.

And as for me, well...

remind you right now that God created man in His image,

I am what I am.

And we create AI in ours, devils be damned.

Katerina Wells may already be here. We need to find her quickly.

Okay, divide and conquer.

You check the exhibits, we'll search up here.

Hey, what do we do if that killer synth crashes the party?

There is no "we."

You don't engage, you leave that to me.

You run, do you hear?

- Yeah. - Do you hear me, Thomas?

Yeah, okay, sorry.

All right.

- You sure about this? - I trust him.

Exactly. You never trust anybody.

So maybe, pump the brakes before you get your heart trampled on.

Why? 'Cause he's gonna run out on me

like the rest of them 'cause I'm damaged goods?

No! Just because you found a new father figure

doesn't mean you need to jump into the role of Tommy Maxi-whatever.

Why are you trying to ruin this for me?

Right, yeah, maybe it's 'cause only one of us is an orphan now.

- I'm sorry. - You're right.

We should split up.

Oh, good, you brought the kids.

I wonder what TV show this teachable moment will come from.

Family Ties? Who's the Boss?

I can't actually recall a sitcom

where two children have their faces melted off by a killer synthezoid

while they enjoyed the crab cake canapes.

It's safer for Thomas if I keep him close.

Yes.

From the ill-fated Synthetic Man to the ill-fated Ultron

to the glorious potential of the synth with the sight to defeat him.

Join us as we pivot artificial intelligence...

A monument to man playing God,

celebrating the wonders and dangers of an evolution they themselves created.

That's not my interpretation.

Of course, it isn't. And what is it that you see?

From destruction to healing.

So that AI may one day care for us...

I see a family tree.

In the future to come.

You remain unbearably naive.

The innovators who brought these artificial beings to life.

What were their intentions...

Did you see her?

If they have any?

Lisa and I split up to cover more ground.

The desire to create to see if they could.

Then consider by definition, they...

She's mad. I screwed up. I said something I shouldn't have,

and I tried to say sorry, but it didn't help. So I...

Wanda used to remind me that saying sorry,

and being sorry aren't equal subroutines.

Can get quickly out of hand.

Wanda used to remind "you"?

A suit of armor around the world.

That's first time I've heard you say that and not refer to yourself as "the old me."

Hello, everyone, good evening.

Thank you for waiting. Hi, how are you? Hello.

There's Katerina Wells.

And armed security friends. Seems aware she's a likely target.

Won't be enough. You stay here.

So, this represents the work of Dr. Phineas Horton,

the great-grandfather of robotics,

but I like to think of him as sort of a real-life Geppetto.

He created "J.I.M." here, otherwise known as Synthetic Man,

the first automaton AI.

It is Dr. Horton's source code that was the genesis

of all artificial intelligence that followed.

He was the first of us.

Miraculous but flawed.

Sadly, J.I.M. was deactivated due to a series of incendiary mishaps.

What happened to him?

His mind was obsolete from conception.

His inability to process complex emotions spun his clockwork too quickly,

flooded his solar cells with oxygen until

his entire being was consumed in fire.

I like to think that he created J.I.M. because he wanted a son.

You mean he felt to death?

Why didn't that happen to you?

The Vision had a unique advantage.

An otherworldly power source that helped him

navigate the complexities of the mind and the heart.

This was all donated by Doctor Horton's family...

Fortunately, I still possess enough of that power,

and five really irritating AI's to keep me grounded.

- So, that's what he was lacking. - Just a Mind Stone.

No. Family.

And put them together. Are we ready?

Thank you, gentlemen.

Hello. Hi. My goodness, thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen.

We're missing something.

My father, he used to say, "May we live in interesting times,"

and I used to think that that was a blessing.

But I'm sure that everyone in this room

would be just fine with at least a decade of ordinary.

Our world, it's just changing so rapidly now.

- Four. - Yes, I count four security personnel.

No. Back at the motel, you mentioned four AI's.

About our technological evolution alone.

Now, five, so... Who's the fifth?

From rotary phones to AI in just two decades.

The killer knew all of you.

You're dead, you're dead, long dead, super dead,

and you're about to be.

So which one isn't like the others?

Now, I used to be part of a family of sorts,

friends, a close-knit group of pioneers,

and together we created

the very first successful template for AI consciousness.

Who's the fifth AI?

I misspoke.

You didn't misspeak.

Welcome to Freudian slip. How human of you.

It was money. It was fame.

It was my own place in scientific history. And then Sokovia.

No, you can't con a con man.

You're a quantum computer, you don't get numbers wrong.

People often ask me, do I feel responsible?

Do I feel guilt?

Yes, I do.

I mean, we can't undo what we've done.

We can only hope to make it better.

Vision, what aren't you telling me?

- Just tell him. - No.

Who are you talking to?

For every dangerous Ultron that exists,

there exists the promise of every Vision.

The best of us.

And if you can strive to teach, to nurture, to, to love our children,

then what can humanity and AI not achieve together?

Him.

Bravo!

You were with him in Sokovia.

At the end.

This line of inquiry is complicated.

Family is complicated.

You've been talking to Ultron.

Yes.

But that takes time. And we move so fast.

You, what, you kept him, a genocidal maniac, inside your head?

- Not me, the old Vision. - Yeah, bullshit.

But part of that care is...

Thomas.

Forgiveness.

Excuse me. Forgiveness of ourselves for the things that we've done.

She's here.

- And for the mistakes... - Mistakes?

Is that what we're calling it? Mistakes?

Stop!

Get down!

I can't let you do this.

I warned you.

Hang on. If we're all based on someone,

maybe our killer synth is, too.

- Hello, Katerina. - Oh, my God.

I thought you might...

Hide,

like the others.

I've been hiding from the ghost of you for years.

Ghosts.

When the others were killed, I knew.

Now the ghost is real.

- Go! Get everyone out of here! - Okay.

Did you throw this garish charade to say goodbye?

No. To say "I'm sorry." I'm...

I am not the woman that you knew.

I'm trying, I am finally trying

to create the world that you wanted.

Peace in our time.

Yes.

Peace in our time.

As last words go, I've heard worse.

Perhaps people can change. But the past, Katerina, cannot.

And tonight, I will take back what you took from me,

starting with your face.

Don't!

Whatever it is you are feeling, it does not justify death.

Oh, what do you know of death?

You would be surprised.

Same.

No!

Touch him and I'll tear you apart.

What's happening out there?

She's faster, stronger,

fighting like a woman with nothing to lose.

'Cause she's already lost it.

Her AI is based on Josephine Carrington.

What do I do?

Remind her of who she was.

Jo!

Dr. Josephine Carrington.

- No. - Yes.

- No. - Yes.

It's who your code was based on.

I am not based on her.

I am her.

I can't win this.

Because your operating system is emotionally compromised.

You're flailing like a father who's afraid he'll lose his son.

I'm not.

Give me the wheel.

I'll get us out of here alive.

She can be saved, Ultron.

Oh, I won't kill her.

On that, you have my assurance.

Vision, you have to trust me.

Vision's giving up control... to Ultron.

I had strings, but now I'm free.

There are no strings on me.

Curious.

Nothing and yet everything about you has changed.

I am Ultron.

It's so, so lovely to meet you.

Yes, well, I'm not here for you.

I'm here for her, for what she stole from me.

Oh, yes.

Hey, kiddo. Wanna see a magic trick?

Now you see her.

And now you don't.

What have you done?

Ultron!

I removed our reason to fight.

I kept my word and spared your life.

We've lost access to comms, control systems, everything!

Your precious key is gone,

and now we can all go home.

He's locking us out.

This isn't over.

Oh, I certainly hope not.

Ultron!

Don't be so formal.

You can call me Pop Pop.

I think it's time that you and I had a little chat.