.... [Tony] sat down and leaned over his desk, wincing as the pain in his head doubled with the new position. Fleetingly, he considered going upstairs and taking a few painkillers. Then FRIDAY notified him of the failed startup attempt leading him to sigh heavily. “Right. So, uh- Go ahead and highlight the origin of the errors and project it onto my main console. I’ll take a look,” he said while firmly pinching the bridge of his nose.

FRIDAY complied, and soon a long string of code was taking up the majority of the large screen that was across the room. He stood up and spanned the distance. Once he got there, he blinked a few times in an attempt to force his eyes to focus on the complexity of the programming language before him. Ultimately, he gave up, dropped down into the chair with an audible ‘oof’, and closed his eyes. “Why don’t you just give me the run-down, Darling? Is it the algorithm or a functionality fault?”

As FRIDAY began to drone on about the roots of the system failures, Tony found himself paying less and less attention. The longer he kept his eyes fastened the more fuzzy his thoughts became. He cracked an eye open to look at his coffee cup. He wasn’t all that surprised when it was empty. Yet, he couldn’t seem to bring himself to get up and refill it. Instead, he held up a hand, a silent request for FRIDAY to temporarily pause her analysis, and placed his aching head down on his desk. ‘Just for a few minutes,’ he told himself. ‘Then I’ll get back to it.’