Is this something a symbiont should be learning???
This genius scientist desperately wants to teach all his knowledge to another version of himself, so he can truly have a discussion about various invention ideas with himself. He would then have a real soulmate, someone who can fully understand and empathize with him.
Stark, in a state of utter emptiness and in dire need of venting, neglects the limit of a symbiont's learning, not even considering how you can't possibly expect a child to learn the essence of human knowledge overnight, even if it's through brainwave communication, right???
Venom is near the point of collapse, like a student thrust into an advanced math class without any understanding. The third emotion he learned was regret, intense regret.
When Venom doesn't understand, Stark scolds him. When Venom feels aggrieved, Stark doesn't comprehend why he should feel that way.
What's so hard about this? You can see my memory, right? Isn't that like an open-book exam? You can't even do open-book exams? What kind of good-for-nothing are you?
For a highly capable symbiont, physics and mathematics aren't challenging. What's difficult is keeping up with Stark's whimsical ideas and invention thought processes that border closely on philosophy and metaphysics. Ninety-nine percent effort is not the hard part, the hard part is that one percent of inspiration.
Even Venom, as a symbiont, finds it difficult to fully understand Stark's erratic thinking. He's been doubting for a long time, is Stark really human? How can a human be this complicated and difficult to decipher?
If you were to just consider Stark's high IQ that would be one thing, but his personality is also incredibly awful.
Stark steps out of the hospital and walks along the road. Venom, grateful that he's not cooped up in the lab with Stark, keeps whispering in his mind, "Let's eat a human head. Just one. Bite off their brain, it must be delicious…"
"Did anyone ever tell you? A normal human's brain is like unaudited zombie meat, it's not safe for you to eat this kind of food."
A puzzled emotion comes from Venom.
"You need healthier eating habits, like mine. Don't you know? The brains of ordinary people hardly ever work in their entire life, kind of like rotten fish meat without any preservation. "
"Taste! Taste is very important! Understand? I will never allow you to devour that zombie meat and contaminate the brain of a genius like me."
"Fine, I know you aliens have never eaten anything good, that's why you are interested in the brains of ordinary humans at all, a lump of flesh composed of water and protein, it contains not a single brilliant thought that could change the world like me, eating this kind of stuff, do you symbiotic species make a living by garbage picking?"
Venom has issued a series of extremely intense and furious brain waves yet Stark was oblivious to and continued to express his disdainful remarks, "Is this the taste of aliens? Or are human brains considered pretty good in the cosmos? How foolish are other aliens? Are humans the only creatures in the cosmos with brains?"
"I really can't believe it. A race that considers the brains of ordinary humans as a delicacy, how scarce must your resources be? Would you like some cheese balls? It's an Earth product, and you could bring some back for your impoverished brethren. I will foot the bill."
"We are not poor!" Venom angrily replied.
"But you're behaving just like a country bumpkin just set foot in the city, ogling at everything like they're treasures. You were interested in the chocolate balls at the convenience store just now, weren't you? Please, can you really eat that many snacks that only cost few dollars? Don't even think about it, I won't stoop so low as to shop at these lowbrow convenience stores..."
"What? Eat the employees in that office building? What're you thinking about? Those who can't even earn the rent for a cheap apartment in a month, you really want to eat them too?? Those types of people wouldn't even pass the first-round interview at Stark Group!"
"The man who was just sitting in the Porsche? No way! His hair is blonde, I bet he dyed his hair with those gaudy dyes, that's disgusting, it's a chemical aroma, I'm going around him…."
"Turn your head back, don't behave like a clueless fool." Stark said in his mind: "Don't embarrass me, Stark, the genius scientist, the richest person in the world, not a clueless kid who can't help but gawk when in public."
After saying that, he continued to complain in his mind: "Isn't there anyone in your race that is as tall, affluent, and handsome as me? I think they would be a better compliment to me. Or maybe you should pick the big guy from the high school football team next door, you know, those jumpy white guys, they will be very willing to buy those cheap chocolates for you…"
"I need to eat right now! I want chocolate! And a human head! Now! Immediately! Or I'll drag you into a wall!!!" Venom demanded.
"Not right now, wait a second. Jarvis? Jarvis? Are you there? Help me order some specialty chocolates from that manufacturer in Italy..."
"Yes, let them use the best cocoa beans...No! Don't use those mass production lines! Those are dirty! I'll buy a production line just for me..."
"How long will it take? Three weeks? That's quite fast."
"Tell them to hurry...Oh, it needs to be completed using a fully mechanized production process, don't let those dirty hands touch the food I'm going to eat..."
"Packaging? No, no! Their gold foil packaging is just too tacky, get me a designer from Italy and design a better-looking one. It should also have Stark Group's logo on it. Use golden and red, real gold for the golden parts, don't fool people with those dyes..."
"I'll starve to death in three weeks." Venom said.
"How could you be so weak? Are all you symbionts dunces full of nothing but thoughts of eating? "
"Stop! Let go of me! You can't go to those convenience stores! Shit! Lemon-scented air freshener! Get out now, I hate this smell!!"
Stark, looking as though he's caught between a rock and a hard place, body swaying, walks straight into the glass door of the convenience store, his hands gripped tightly around the edges of the door, yelling, "I'm not going into this hellhole!!! It's full of trash from the industrial production lines!! Just one glance pollutes my brain!!!"
"Let me in!! Let me eat!!"
"No, I'm not going in!!"
"Go in!! Venom roared back.
"No!!!" Stark screamed louder.
"Go in!!" Venom was on the verge of collapse.
"No!!!" Stark also turned hysterical.
In the end, Stark remained outside the glass door with resolute will, or rather his incredible stubbornness, he triumphed in the battle.
Venom was totally exhausted. The fourth thing he learned from Stark was never to underestimate a troublesome person.