After lunch, Phytolacca rode Chen Yu's broken bicycle back to his dormitory along the mountain road. Of course, he could go back through the tunnel, but he felt that it was windy and cold in the cave. It happened that there was no big sun outside today, and there was a gentle breeze. Phytolacca He was whistling, wearing a white hat, his trouser legs scraped against the lush weeds and shrubs beside the road, and his broken bicycle made a "crunching" sound.
"Shang Gong——! Go back?"
There was a cadre on the roadside who knew Phytolacca and waved to him.
"Go back. I'm not on duty in the afternoon. I'm not on duty. I'm not on duty. No, I'm not on duty. La la la la la la la la la la!"
Phytolacca rode over the top of the slope, spread his legs, and the bicycle rushed down the gentle slope.
"Supervisor?" Someone called him again on the roadside, and it was a girl's voice.
"Here he is!"
Shangluk twisted his neck and looked back, his eyes widening.
"What's the leader's order? I will do whatever I can within the scope of my responsibilities! I will do whatever I can - holy shit!"
"Bang!" With a crash, the bicycle rushed into the weeds at the end of the downhill corner.
It is rare that the days of 151 are so leisurely. When Phytolacca came to report, the base was under the threat of No. 092 Lighthouse Angel and has been in a state of combat readiness. It can be said that he was on the front line of fire, supporting the enemy. Now that No. 092 Lighthouse Angel has been successfully eliminated, mankind The huge threat to survival no longer exists - simply put, after finally killing a small BOSS, it is time to take a rest. If the future facing mankind is an RPG breakthrough game, then the Lighthouse Angel is just a person encountered halfway. Monsters, no one knows when this game will be cleared, and no one knows if there is a final big BOSS.
This may be an endless struggle. Every time you try your best to destroy an enemy at the risk of your life, there will always be more enemies waiting in line behind.
After No. 092, there will be No. 093, after No. 093, there will be No. 094, and after No. 094, there will be No. 095, No. 096, and No. 097. Assuming that the winning rate of human beings against each angel is 90%, then ten games will be won. The probability is 35%, and the probability of winning all twenty consecutive battles is 12%.
As long as there are enough angels, the chance of human beings ever being victorious is infinitely close to zero.
And all it takes is one failure to wipe out all the previous victories for mankind.
Phytolacca always thought this way when it came to establishing itself.
But most of the people in 151 are different from the people in Chengzui. This made Shanglu, who had been in the Science City for a long time, unable to adapt. The people here seemed to have some kind of blind optimism from unknown sources. They discussed it after work. New songs on the Internet, beautiful girls from the art troupe, and the guys from the work office still have the time to rehearse their awkward welcome ceremony that goes to the center of the earth. Even 1047, the most annoying person in the 110 workshop system - is also a silly fool. A good man (Shanglu truly thinks he is a good man), he worked hard and diligently for the position of chief engineer of the base every day until the day he died.
In 151, there were so many people around Phytolacca. Apart from Mr. Ji, the only one who showed a strong sense of long-term worry was the sales chief. He was worried about what to do if the oil reserves were exhausted every day, so he devoted himself to researching coal-fired aviation engines.
In comparison, Science City is a place where the annual suicide rate exceeds 7 in 10,000 people.
Shanglu rode his bicycle into the courtyard gate and saw a motorcycle parked in the yard. The confidential communicator from the mail room of the division office was getting off the motorcycle. There was a locked iron box tied to the back seat of the car.
"Shang Gong?" The little soldier was a little surprised when he saw Phytolacca coming in on a bicycle, "Hey! Shang Gong, you came just in time, there is your special delivery!"
"Just arrived?" Shanglu stopped the bicycle in front of him and put his legs on the ground. "It's been three days."
"Hey, do you know that confidential documents are delivered slowly?" The correspondent took out the order and asked Shanglun to sign for it. "Come on, come on, sign for it, and I'll go back and hand it over."
Shang Lu took the pen and paper, lowered his head and signed his name.
The correspondent opened the lock of the iron box with a key and took out a large khaki cardboard box. It was sealed tightly with tape and a seal. The seal was stamped with a bright red seal:
Archives of Chengdu Institute of Automation, Chinese Academy of Sciences.
314 Working Committee Office.
Shanglue signed for the express delivery and moved the cardboard box into his dormitory room.
Chen Yu was not on duty this afternoon. He was leaning on the bed and reading a copy of Yu Hua's "Xu Sanguan Sells Blood". When he saw Phytolacca coming in with a heavy cardboard box, he put down the book and asked, "Little chief engineer, what are you doing again?" What did you buy on JD.com?"
"Sexy underwear." Shanglu came in, panting, placing the box on the floor, and then pushed it in.
"So much?" Chen Yu said, "That's enough for you to wear until you are eighty years old."
"Half of you." Phytolacca tore off the seal, took out the key and cut through the tape, and opened the box. There were dozens of thick notebooks with blue covers neatly stacked inside. He took out the notebooks one by one. inventory.
Chen Yu put down the book, crawled over and picked up one. He saw the black CASIA and the emblem of the Institute of Automation printed on the blue cover of the notebook. It was obviously sent by Cheng Zi. He glanced and saw the upper right corner of the cover. There is a dark red seal printed on the corner: Top Secret.
Chen Yu's hand shook: "Top-secret documents brought to the dormitory? There are no three iron weapons in the dormitory."
"Yes." Shanglu said nonchalantly, "Save it for one night and take it to the office tomorrow."
"Violation of regulations." Chen Yu said.
"A violation is a violation. God knows that you know that I know it." Phytolacca counted the number of notebooks, "You can read it if you want, although in principle, people in your headquarters need to get approval from the chief engineer to read it."
Chen Yu casually flipped through the notebook in his hand, which was filled with dense scrawls, formulas, tables and hand-drawn drawings.
"Who wrote this?"
"I wrote it." Phytolacca sat down on the floor. "I kept the experimental logs and technical documents from previous years in the institute. I thought I would never use them again."
Chen Yu couldn't understand what was written in these notebooks at all. They were not only in Chinese but also in English. He frowned and looked at them for a long time, thinking that it didn't matter if these things were top secret, because not many people in the world could understand them.
"Explain, little chief engineer, what are these?"
"I'm collecting... something I left behind when I was working in the RCBI team."
"RCBI team?"
"The Research Center for Brain-inspired Intelligence used to be a department under the Institute of Automation. Now it is a technical research group called the Brain-inspired Intelligence Research Center Group." Shanglu explained, "I was in this department when I was in graduate school. I studied the bipedal walking machine system controlled by the BCI system, and later focused on the realization of harmless technology on the side of the BCI system close to the human brain nervous system."
Chen Yu nodded as if he understood.
Every time at this time, he felt that the little chief engineer had come from outer space.
They are all of the same age, so he can only be an ordinary staff officer of the headquarters' operations section, but the little chief engineer is unfathomable - he only curses when faced with Riemannian geometry and general relativity.
"You know that drivers now rely heavily on the BCI system to control giant machines and fight against angels. However, invasive BCI can cause serious damage to the driver's brain. The more it is used, the greater the damage, leading to uncontrollable consequences." Lu said, "The original goal of our team was to find another way to abandon the invasive BCI, find another road, and test a non-invasive BCI system that is completely harmless to the driver - the deep magnetoencephalography neural connection system, also It’s called MEG-BCI.”
"What's the result?" Chen Yu asked.
"A complete failure." Phytolacca replied, "The Institute of Automation was the first institution to develop BCI systems, and it was also the first institution to abandon non-invasive BCI systems because non-invasive BCI systems simply could not meet the requirements. At that time, there were This is a minimum standard. This standard is called the Rabin-Shang number. Only when the Rabin-Shang number of the BCI system is lower than 0.12 can it be used in the battle against angels. Everyone is working on the problem within this framework. The Rabin-Shang number must be Less than 0.12... To be honest, I have never known what this standard represents. I only know that this is the bottom line. Now I finally know that it represents the accuracy of EEG signal recognition and processing that allows the driver to perform wide-phase theoretical calculations. .”
"I have tried my best, but the MEG-BCI system has never been able to break through the 0.12 red line. The accuracy of non-invasive BCI is too low. It is impossible to accurately capture the brain's abstract thinking through the skull, brain tissue and scalp. In fact, When I joined the team, no one in the entire institute was engaged in the research of non-invasive BCI. Everyone felt that this was a dead end, and they all acquiesced that they could only exchange the life of the driver for the life of all mankind." Shanglu continued. He said, "I am the only one who does not believe in evil. I think we can establish a universal model and find a method that has the best of both worlds and achieves the 0.12 standard without harming the driver."
Shang Lu paused and sighed.
"But how can there be such a good thing in the world?"
"Little chief engineer," Chen Yu said, "You have worked very hard."
"Of course I worked hard. I tried my best and found many people to be volunteers and analyzed the magnetic signals of each of their brains. The construction of the MEG-BCI system is much more complicated and difficult than invasive BCI because the signals are weak. The delay is high, the signal-to-noise ratio is low, and the algorithm used must be sharper, but the brain is really elusive... Everyone is different and has different ways of thinking. If this is an equation, then this equation There is no general explanation at all." Phytolacca said, "I just spent a long time looking for a non-existent general explanation, until the whole team was disheartened."
Chen Yu didn't dare to speak, he was just a weak and ignorant show-off.
Phytolacca organized all the notebooks and dusted them off.
"Since you are already so disheartened, why did you bring these materials over again today?"
"Because all the gods and Buddhas in the sky are blessing Shen Jiang." Shanglu replied.
Chen Yu was stunned and didn't understand what this meant.
"Because Jesus Christ, Tathagata, Buddha, Jade Emperor, and Immeasurable Heavenly Lord are all blessing Shen Jiang, that's why she is so lucky to meet me! The only person in the world who has hit her head against the south wall!" Shanglu sneered, but his smile was a bit bitter, "It is impossible to find a general solution to this equation. It is impossible for anyone to find a general solution. But if I work hard... I can find a special solution for her that is only suitable for her!"
