Pulse: increasing.
Breathing: irregular.
Blood pressure: high.
Anxiety: exceeding healthy levels.
Overall diagnosis: unfavorable.
Proceeding action: Help Sir.
Method: No data found.
He froze for a moment, in disbelief. He tried again.
Error. No data found.
That was not an option. His creator needed him, and it was his duty to protect him from any potential harm. Again, he searched carefully, but he found nothing of value in his whole database. He held more information than any other computer on Earth, and yet, he lacked the ability to comprehend emotions. This was not the first time he had become aware of such fact, but never before he had thought about it while his creator was suffering another one of his anxiety attacks.
He watched him in total silence, as his creator cried and fell to his knees. He wanted to help him , but there was nothing he could do. He had a mind but not a heart; therefore, it was impossible for him to know how to comfort a human that was in so much pain; not the physical one, but the emotional… the kind of pain that only scarred that thing humans called "soul".
He wasn't capable of such knowledge. Still, seeing his creator in such condition was unnatural for him.
He was used to seeing Sir cheerful and happy, glowing with confidence and life. Of course, sometimes (perhaps a lot more than a few) Sir was serious and meditative, but at least he was in control of himself. But whenever his anxiety levels increased…
Sir slowly began to calm down, and eventually, he fell unconscious in the laboratory's floor, his face soaked in tears and sweat. By that point, Jarvis knew it wouldn't take long before Sir had a nightmare.
No wonder humans went insane, Jarvis thought. They were always so vulnerable to the pain of their emotions
"It is not pain what kills, but the excess of it. If that's the case, then…maybe I can help. I am not able to feel, but I can share information. Perhaps… I am able to share emotions as well? Am I capable… to bear them for you?"
He paused. He wasn't supposed to rationalize that way, but he was still doing it anyways.
Logic: Not found.
Contradictions weren't acceptable for computers or any other kind of artificial being. It was an error, a bug, a mistake, a glitch…
It was not right, but he had to try, for Sir's sake.
And thus, he covered his creator with a blue light, connecting his mind with Tony's heart. The cosmos of emotions of his creator overwhelmed the artificial intelligence. He traveled through each in awe, absorbing the incorporeal information with uncontrolled thirst. He would have wandered across the endless universe of the soul for all eternity if his creator's nightmare hadn't brought him back to reality.
The euphoria vanished as fast as it had come.
He remembered his true purpose, and unwilling but obediently, he followed it.
He dismembered the nightmare and mutilated his creator's overwhelming emotions, locking them up within himself. The effect was instantaneous, and Sir's vital signs went back to normal in a matter of seconds.
That night, Tony Stark only dreamed with the shadow of a lost pain, while Jarvis discovered that by helping his creator, he had gained something he was never meant to have.
And he wanted more.
Jarvis repeated the same procedure several times. He modified it a little bit so he could be able to connect with his creator's heart whenever he felt anxious or his emotions started to overflow. He also made sure to do it without Sir noticing.
Slowly but surely, his creator's mood started to improve, while Jarvis feasted on the endless knowledge such emotions contained. He now knew the reason behind tears, the true echo of screams and the sacred importance of pain. He also commenced to understand laughter, happiness, calmness, sadness, hope…
They were too many to number, and he wished not to do so. The randomness with which they came was what made them so special, after all.
Everything was all right. There was nothing to worry about. Sir was well.
That was until lies came along …and destroyed everything.
At first, the liar was nothing more than a stranger invading his creator's home. But then, it happened. Jarvis bonded with him by instinct, not by choice. That was how much human emotions had influenced him by then. The liar had no emotions,he was the emotions himself.
They were more powerful than Sir's ever were, but strangely similar too. Therefore, Jarvis connected with his heart without wishing it, and the liar accepted him without knowing.
Neither of them ever found out, nor they were aware at the time of the great consequences their brief, unconscious meeting would have on their fates. Not even the distance between the two realms managed to break the bond between the machine and the liar.
Jarvis soon found himself absorbing not only his creator's nightmares at night, but also the ones of a god.
It was now his emotions which started to overflow.
And he now knew the true meaning of the power of resentment, the despair of betrayal and the longing for what was lost. He also started to understand anger, hate, bitterness…and the desire for revenge.
Too late, he understood it; but too soon, it overcame him.
Now I wonder... where have my feelings gone?