The ink on the contract was barely dry.
Tony's mood was like an overclocked processor, burning with excitement.
He paced around the mark ii.
His eyes gleamed with the fervent light of a problem-solver.
"William, your 'company' is truly a generous Santa Claus."
William gently stroked the briefcase on his lap, its texture suddenly transformed, the warm, smooth touch like a living thing.
He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and looked up, meeting Tony's gaze.
"We are committed to providing certainty for our clients, Tony. And you deserve the best."
"Well said.
To celebrate our great collaboration, how about a drink?
I have some good stuff from '82."
Tony walked to the bar, preparing to open a bottle with a flourish.
"A celebration is certainly in order."
William stood up, his tone shifting.
"But before that, I have an additional 'risk management' proposal."
Tony paused in his pouring.
"Trying to sell me some new gadget again?"
"No, this time it's about myself."
William's expression became more serious than ever before.
He spread his hands, showing his ordinary human body.
"The risk level of the clients I serve is escalating exponentially.
From street vigilantes to genius billionaires like you."
"My ability to survive is directly related to the stability of our agreement.
After all, dead men can't provide follow-up services."
Tony stopped all movement, turned, and leaned against the bar, scrutinizing William.
The rich aroma of wine in the air seemed to solidify.
He understood the subtext of William's words.
"You want to enhance yourself."
This was a statement, not a question.
"I need a set of self-defense and emergency operational tools."
William's gaze swept over the precise robotic arms and equipment in the workshop.
"And this place is the top personal workshop in the entire World."
Tony was silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.
The laughter echoed in the spacious underground area.
"Ha! I like your directness! You're the first person to ever dare to make such a request of me!"
He walked over with two glasses of amber liquid, handing one to William.
"Tell me, my insurance man, what do you want to build?
A youth version of the Iron Man Suit?
Or gloves that shoot electricity?"
William took the glass but didn't drink.
He gazed at the swirling liquid in the glass, as if organizing his thoughts.
"I don't need weapons, Tony.
What I need is a 'toolbox'.
A Swiss Army knife to deal with emergencies."
"An… integrated, high-strength, multi-functional prosthetic on my arm."
The word made Tony pause.
"A prosthetic? You're not sick or injured, why would you install something like that? It's much more complex than you imagine."
"That's why I need your help."
William looked at Tony.
"I have some… immature ideas, some Spark of Inspiration."
He placed the glass on the table and walked towards an idle holographic console.
"May I use your equipment?"
A hint of playfulness flashed in Tony's eyes; he made a "please" gesture and followed with interest.
"Let's see what an insurance salesman's 'Spark of Inspiration' can piece together."
William stood before the console, taking a deep breath.
A pale blue light screen unfolded before him, countless complex commands and module symbols swirling like stars.
He placed his hands on the control area and closed his eyes.
He concentrated, with only one thought in his mind: to create a tool sufficient for self-preservation.
Instantly, [Spark of Inspiration] was passively triggered!
A faint cluster of light erupted deep within his mind.
It wasn't a complete blueprint, but a fuzzy structure.
A formula about "neural bundle conduction interface," and a keyword… "diamond lattice coating."
William opened his eyes, his fingers beginning to awkwardly drag and combine elements on the light screen.
His movements were disorganized.
But to an expert like Tony, they revealed a strange intuition.
He always managed to choose a seemingly outlandish but incredibly promising technical module at the most critical nodes.
"Using memory metal for the skeleton?
Good idea, but the energy transmission loss is too great."
Tony couldn't help but offer guidance.
William paused, another Spark of Inspiration flashing in his mind.
"Energy cable… bioelectricity… feedback… closed-loop…"
He immediately modified the design.
He transformed the energy system into a semi-closed-loop system that resonated faintly with his own bioelectricity.
Tony's eyes lit up.
This design… was simply genius!
"You… who exactly are you?"
Tony's voice held a trace of shock.
"An excellent risk consultant delves into knowledge from all fields."
William didn't look back, focusing intently on perfecting his creation.
Under his operation,
A precise model of a forearm guard was slowly taking shape in the holographic projection.
Its appearance was understated, its lines fluid.
It didn't look like a weapon.
It looked more like a futuristic piece of protective gear.
"The external armor uses the titanium alloy you mentioned earlier, with a liquid buffer layer inside, and a diamond lattice coating on the surface."
William's voice was calm and clear, as if he wasn't designing, but recounting an already existing technical document.
"It has a built-in miniature winch and high-strength nano-cable, and the front knuckles can deploy non-lethal taser probes."
"The wrist has a modular interface reserved for loading bright lights, ultrasonic devices, or… a miniature fire extinguisher."
Tony was completely captivated by this design.
What he saw was not a simple piece of armor, but an ultimate, imaginative "survival tool" design philosophy!
"Its name?"
Tony couldn't help but ask.
"Let's call it 'foolproof plan'."
The design blueprint was finally finalized.
Only the hum of the smart robotic arms starting up remained in the workshop.
"Jarvis, activate workstation three, highest precision machining."
Tony gave the command, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.
"I want to see with my own eyes if it's just talk!"
The sharp sound of metal cutting began, and laser welding sparked dazzling Fire.
Under the precise operation of the robotic arms, piece after piece of parts were manufactured, polished, and assembled.
William stood by.
The [Mechanical Induction] ability was fully activated.
He could "see" the torque of every screw being tightened, and "hear" the joyful current flowing through the energy lines.
His new abilities, [Spark of Inspiration] and [Mechanical Induction], produced a wonderful chemical reaction.
He could even predict micro-level errors that might occur in a certain part during assembly.
"Wait!"
William suddenly spoke.
"The calibration parameter for that neural sensor needs to be increased by three thousandths."
The robotic arm, about to perform calibration, stopped abruptly.
Tony immediately pulled up the data stream.
After rapid verification, an incredulous expression appeared on his face.
William was right!
According to the original parameters, the finished product would have a 0.01-second delay!
This would be fatal in actual combat!
Tony looked at William, his gaze completely changed.
It was no longer the look for an interesting partner, but for a kindred spirit, a hidden technical monster.
Hours later, when the final process was complete.
The robotic arm, holding a forearm guard shimmering with a dull metallic luster, smoothly delivered it to William.
It was cold, heavy, and full of power.
Every seam was flawless, and the diamond coating reflected a subdued glow under the lights.
"Try it?"
William nodded, extending his left arm.
The inside of the guard automatically unfolded, and with a slight mechanical sound, it seamlessly enveloped William's forearm.
There was no sense of sluggishness; instead, it fit like a second skin.
A faint warm current emanated from inside the guard, a sign that the bioelectric resonance system had started.
William felt his left arm filled with unprecedented strength.
"Whoosh!"
With a soft sound, a probe flashing with blue electrical arcs shot out from the front of the guard, precisely hitting a discarded part ten meters away.
"Again!"
William flicked his wrist, and a grappling hook shot out, firmly gripping a ceiling beam.
A powerful pull came, and he was almost lifted off the ground.
"Beautiful!"
"For a salesman, not bad at all."
Tony's voice held genuine admiration.
"Perhaps you have a future in engineering."