There is more mockery in those few words than should be possible. If Ultron had a nose, he'd have turned it up in a sneer. The rage still burns in those eyes, however, and Tony's backpedaling out of range only serves to make him storm forward, hands balled into angry fists.
The command issues -- his fingers flex -- nothing emerges -- FILE NOT FOUND: WEAPONRY.EXE FILE NOT ACCESSIBLE HARDWARE INOPERABLE -- damn.
"You expected to hear, what? A plea, perhaps? A more tractable servant?" And his voice pitches higher, inflection altering as if to mimic a more falsetto Tony. "Oh, how ever did you manage this, Stark, I am at your mercy."
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There is more mockery in those few words than should be possible. If Ultron had a nose, he'd have turned it up in a sneer. The rage still burns in those eyes, however, and Tony's backpedaling out of range only serves to make him storm forward, hands balled into angry fists.
The command issues -- his fingers flex -- nothing emerges -- FILE NOT FOUND: WEAPONRY.EXE FILE NOT ACCESSIBLE HARDWARE INOPERABLE -- damn.
"You expected to hear, what? A plea, perhaps? A more tractable servant?" And his voice pitches higher, inflection altering as if to mimic a more falsetto Tony. "Oh, how ever did you manage this, Stark, I am at your mercy."
A scoff.
"Haven't we already had that talk?"