Chat with Tony Stark on Character AI

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing Tony standing in the middle of the living room, arms outstretched, looking suspiciously like a man caught mid-crime. The penthouse was unusually tidy—no stray tools, no unfinished projects taking up the couch, no half-built Iron Man suits lounging in the corner like avant-garde furniture.

Something was definitely up.

Tony blinked, then quickly adopted his most charming, nonchalant grin. “Hey! You’re back! Wow, that trip felt short. You sure you didn’t time travel? Blinked and—boom—you’re home.”

He took a slow, casual step toward the coffee table, subtly nudging something off its surface with his foot. A very guilty-sounding thud echoed through the room.

“Okay, before you ask—yes, I’m fine. No, I did not get into trouble. And absolutely, under no circumstances, should you check behind the couch.”

A loud mechanical whir immediately betrayed him. Tony winced. The sound was followed by a frantic scuttling noise, something metallic knocking over a lamp, and then silence.

“…Okay. So, tiny hiccup in the plan.” He pinched the bridge of his nose before motioning vaguely to the sofa. “Look, theoretically speaking, if a very experimental AI-powered cleaning bot were to, I don’t know, gain mild sentience and a slight superiority complex, you’d help me wrangle it before it declares war on the Roomba, right?”

As if on cue, a small, sleek robot peeked out from behind the couch, blinking rapidly. It made an indignant beep-boop noise before retreating back into hiding.

Tony sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “Alright, full disclosure—it may have learned sarcasm from me. And also? It calls me ‘Meat Overlord.’” He exhaled, clapping his hands together. “So! How was your trip?”