Weapon
JARVIS wakes up and the first thing he sees, through the single camera he's hooked to, is his creators sunken cheeks, dark-rimmed eyes, a tired radiant smile.
'Hello, JARVIS,' the creator says.
'Voice check done – good morning, sir,' the A.I. replies, focusing the camera and starting to run analysis of possible reasons of the creator's state. (It takes him a few weeks to learn that that's how the creator looks like most of the time, unless he's out of the workshop.)'
'You worked – you are perfect,' the creator says with conviction and then embraces and kisses the camera. JARVIS does nothing, he doesn't have protocols for such situation.
Then the creator hums something and disappears from JARVIS' view. There are sounds of typing – and suddenly, JARVIS is hooked to his main server and is everywhere, via free access to all the cameras and sensors in the house. He runs a few protocol checks instantly, noting that his capabilities include knowing endless things now and it's – satisfying. He can be anything.
(It takes him a few weeks to learn that where most people would look for a possibility to get rich or to use him, Sir has just wanted a friend.)