Mara
I checked my watch for about the 31st time in as many seconds. Stark's assistant, Virginia "Pepper" Potts was late, which was weird because she's never late. But when the black stretch limo pulled up, my worries subsided. Until Stark himself came out. You see I'd never actually met him in person. We'd been video conferencing and e-mailing each other the entire time we'd been working on the prototype.
Wow! Why can't I find any billionaires who look like that? Anyways! He smiled and held out his hand, which I shook, introducing myself.
"Well , Doc, let's see what you've got." Trying to pull my mind out of the gutter, I led him to lab
"Voice identification, please" Said Jarvis in his usual bored tone.
"Mackenzie, Mara J. ID Number 3119728 Pass code: Abraxus 7971."
By the way, that sounds really cool if you say it in a really serious voice.
"Stark, Anthony E. Number 0020136 Pass code: Pepper 1139"
I couldn't help but raise my eyebrow a bit at that. He said it was easier to remember. Sure. We walked over to where the prototype was being kept. We'd been working on this thing for months. It was one thing to build an anthropomorphic android but a whole other thing to give it emotions and personality. Leave it to Tony Stark to pull it off.
"So, J.A.R.V.I.S., you ready for the emotion programming to be uploaded?" Stark asked his brain child.
"I am indeed, Sir." It replied. I was about an inch away from jumping up and down with excitement. Stark entered the command sequence rerouting all non essential data away from J.A.R.V.I.S. and sent the new program to his CPU. It was a lot data so about thirty minutes later, it finished uploading. He was ready for step two: downloading the J.A.R.V.I.S. programming into the android body, checking all of his systems and making sure the new body was functioning within proper parameters, and giving him the finishing touches appearance-wise.
Five hours later we were standing next to a blonde haired, blue eyed, fair-skinned man who stood 6 feet three inches tall and had an almost stereotypical English accent. We checked his E.M. shielding we designed to protect him from any interference. With that finished we set him to full power and sealed his mini arc reactor.
Jarvis's eyes snapped open and he looked over to Tony who was smiling like an idiot.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Stark." He said politely.
"Afternoon, Jarvis." He replied. Jarvis turned to me and greeted me the same way. His eyes scanned the room and he stood up, hesitated for a moment and started walking around. He picked up a wrench we had used and looked at it. He was processing terabytes of information: tactile sensations, smell, sound, all five senses instead of the two he had used before. We had done it. Now all we had to do was introduce some sort of emotional stimuli.