Homemade Supercomputer

Half a month had elapsed.

Christopher had at last assimilated all of Dr. Zola's data, effectively acquiring the entirety of the scientist's memories. The sheer breadth and depth of Dr. Zola's talent and knowledge left Christopher utterly astounded, bordering on disbelief. Of particular note was the Zola algorithm—a revelation in its own right, capable of calculating both past and future events with remarkable precision.

Removing his helmet, Christopher addressed Dr. Zola, "Given that your Zola algorithm can decipher the past and future, why can't it discern my purpose?"

"The Zola algorithm, though my greatest invention, can only provide approximate calculations. Moreover, your origins seem to transcend this world, rendering you beyond its scope," Dr. Zola explained truthfully.

"I offer you resurrection. Will you pledge allegiance to me?" Christopher proposed, recognizing the invaluable asset Dr. Zola's genius would be in his endeavors, even in the face of cosmic threats like Thanos.

"Aligning with you would spell certain doom at the hands of Hydra. Despite my prowess, I am but a speck in their grand design. So, I'm sorry, but even in death, I cannot comply," Dr. Zola lamented.

With resolve, Christopher donned the helmet once more, connecting his consciousness to the computer host, delving deep into its depths to retrieve the hidden data.

"It's beneficial to pass on my skills to you," Dr. Zola conceded, no longer resisting.

An hour later, Christopher had successfully extracted all of Dr. Zola's data, with the scientist subsequently erased from existence by Christopher's hand.

The antique computer now devoid of its once invaluable contents, rendered nothing more than a relic of the past.

Removing the helmet, Christopher turned to Natasha beside him, gratitude evident in his gaze. "Thank you for your assistance during this time."

Throughout the past half-month, Natasha had provided unwavering support—hunting for sustenance, roasting meals, and ensuring his safety, her care and consideration touching him deeply.

"No need for thanks. Tell me why you are here," Natasha responded softly, her curiosity piqued by the events unfolding before her.

"Let it will also remain a mystery," Christopher smirked.

"Why you..." Natasha got frustrated.

"But I will reveal one thing as thanks. I discovered a secret here. S.H.I.E.L.D. was actually founded by Hydra," Christopher dropped the bombshell. This revelation mirrored the storyline from "Captain America 2," where it was indeed revealed that S.H.I.E.L.D. had its roots in Hydra.

Shock washed over Natasha. She stood frozen, struggling to digest such shocking news. Joining S.H.I.E.L.D., she had believed she was on the right path. Now, Christopher's disclosure shattered that belief, leaving her grappling with the harsh reality.

"Don't be sad. Although SHIELD was established by Hydra, most of the people in SHIELD are decent, and only a few are from Hydra," Christopher comforted.

Natasha raised her head, eyes widened, and asked seriously, "You didn't lie to me?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Christopher retorted angrily.

"Okay, I will investigate carefully when I get back. If I find that you lied to me, SHIELD will hunt you down with all its strength," Natasha declared coldly.

Christopher was left speechless; his honesty didn't seem to earn him any favors.

Before leaving, Christopher burned the device connecting the brain to the computer. However, he spared the other antique computers from destruction.

Back on the ground, outside the training base, Christopher revved his heavy motorcycle and departed.

Natasha, trailing behind, shouted, "Hey, where are you going? Wait for me?"

Christopher sped away without looking back.

"Let's see if you can escape from me," Natasha muttered angrily.

Natasha started her sports car. The potent engine propelled the car smoothly on the mountain road, swiftly gaining speed.

Soon, Natasha caught up with Christopher. She opened the window and shouted loudly, "Christopher, what are you going to do? Why don't you wait for me?"

Christopher twisted the accelerator, and the heavy-duty motorcycle accelerated suddenly, surpassing Natasha effortlessly.

"Damn you bastard," Natasha gritted her teeth. Most men sought to please her, but Christopher's indifference irked her.

Christopher drove into the city, rented a room, purchased a significant amount of electronic equipment from an appliance store, and returned to the rental house to start tinkering.

Natasha became Christopher's shadow, following him wherever he went.

Natasha observed Christopher tinkering with numerous intricate electronic components, unable to contain her curiosity. "Christopher, what are you working on?" she inquired.

"A supercomputer," Christopher replied confidently.

"Why don't you just buy one? I can help you get a state-of-the-art computer from S.H.I.E.L.D. It's much easier than building it yourself!" Natasha suggested, unknowingly showing her concern for Christopher.

"When I finish it, you'll understand what the most powerful computer truly is," Christopher asserted, his confidence unwavering. In truth, he needed a computer that could interface with his brain rather than a standard supercomputer.

"Alright, I'll watch," Natasha responded sweetly, secretly admiring Christopher's confidence and determination.

It took Christopher three days to materialize the supercomputer he envisioned.

Upon seeing the rather unsightly creation, Natasha couldn't help but suppress a giggle behind her hand. "Is this the most powerful computer you've ever built? It doesn't look very impressive," she teased playfully.

For the past three days, she had remained by Christopher's side in his rented house, hardly leaving his presence, even accompanying him to the bathroom and sleeping nearby.

"Why does it need to look good? Functionality is what matters," Christopher retorted with a smirk.

"Then prove its power to me," Natasha challenged with a smile.

Christopher donned the helmet he had crafted, its appearance resembling a makeshift bird's nest, even less appealing than Dr. Zola's creation.

As he pressed the start button, the computer hummed to life.

With effortless precision, Christopher controlled the computer with his mind, transferring the Zola algorithm program obtained from Dr. Zola directly into it.

The Zola algorithm, though semi-intelligent, was a potent tool. Christopher planned to enhance it into a fully intelligent program by modifying its core instructions and connecting it to the Internet for further growth.

Despite the immense data load, Christopher successfully completed the transfer and modification within three days. The program now obeyed his commands unconditionally.

Removing his helmet, Christopher addressed the computer, "Optimus Prime."

A series of beeps preceded an emotionless mechanical voice responding, "Master."

"Woah, it's really done already?" Natasha exclaimed, astonished by Christopher's accomplishment.

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