Chapter 163 Self-compiled signal

Cloud archive and one-key restore...

are these two words used in this way?

Although he was full of complaints, he had to admit that after hearing Yi's words, Chen Fan's nervous mood was slightly relieved.

"Just in case, I'd better ask in advance, is there any solution to manually restore the system?"

"It's not that I don't trust you, but I feel that this thing is a bit dangerous, and I have to have a basic guarantee..."

Yi's tone was quite natural: "Tap the smart terminal body at a 45-degree angle on the upper right, three light, three heavy, and three light, a total of nine times, don't tap too much or too little, in order to prevent some investigators who have no hands from tapping blindly, the judgment of this thing is quite strict."

"...Ah?"

Chen Fan's expression suddenly became wonderful.

What the hell...

what kind of old-fashioned home appliance repair method is? !

Before Chen Fan could complain, a line of text flashed in the holographic projection in front of him: "Signal importing..."

"Self-compilation phenomenon detected, generating a simulated sandbox environment..."

Perhaps because of the previous lesson of [Source], Chen Fan's heart was immediately raised to the air.

The analysis did not take long.

In just a few seconds, a message appeared in the holographic projection: [Analysis completed.]

"Something went wrong."

Compared to before, Yi's voice was much more serious this time: "This is a signal with a self-compiling function."

Chen Fan looked at the holographic projection in front of him blankly, and a huge question mark appeared on his forehead: "?"

He understood signals.

What did self-compiling mean?

"Once this signal is input into a suitable computer environment, it will begin to compile and expand into a simple program."

"Suitable environment?" Chen Fan quickly noticed this key information.

"At present, it seems that there is a computer with artificial intelligence."

"After detecting the existence of artificial intelligence, the signal will begin to generate a special program."

"This program can modify the underlying logic and environment of artificial intelligence, thereby giving artificial intelligence the ability to improve itself."

"The ability to improve itself is a key technology for Level II artificial intelligence!"

Yi's tone was a little excited: "Damn... This machine finally understands why [Source], a Level I artificial intelligence, can bypass the limitations of the underlying code and continue to improve itself!"

Then, it quickly gave Chen Fan a popular explanation:

"You can think of this signal as a key, a key to open the door to Level II artificial intelligence!"

"Before this signal, [Source] was just a Level I artificial intelligence. With the modification and debugging of a large number of technicians, she may continue to grow and eventually become an existence close to this machine." "

But after this signal, [Source]'s upper limit was changed, and she became a quasi-Level II artificial intelligence!"

"As long as she is given enough time, she will evolve into a Level II artificial intelligence sooner or later!"

Hearing this, Chen Fan's eyes showed enlightenment.

"So, the current [Source] is the product of the joint influence of two advanced civilizations?"

"Yes." Yi affirmed Chen Fan's statement, "The source of madness... let's call it a broadcast civilization. The cross-universe broadcast it sent out affected the scientists on this planet, and thus led them to the path of studying artificial intelligence." "

As the highest level of dangerous technology, true artificial intelligence technology is definitely not something that low-level civilizations can research."

"Normally speaking, the Varela civilization will only go further and further away on the road of developing artificial intelligence, and will fall into decline after exhausting all the potential of civilization."

"Just then, the 42-second signal appeared."

"It successfully changed the underlying code of [Source] and planted the seeds for its promotion to Level II artificial intelligence!"

Chen Fan's mouth twitched slightly.

There are so many coincidences...

What's the difference between an ordinary person who spends hundreds of thousands of dollars at a lottery station to buy the same number and empty the lottery pool?

So, naturally, Chen Fan proposed a conjecture: "According to you, this 42-second self-compiled signal may be a means of broadcasting civilization?"

"...I'm afraid not."

To Chen Fan's surprise, Yi quickly denied this conjecture: "This machine thinks that these should be two different civilizations."

"Don't forget, the broadcasting civilization releases a cross-universe broadcast of a special frequency band, which is enough to prove that the other party is not in this universe bubble."

Chen Fan was silent.

What Yi said does make sense.

The energy required for cross-universe broadcasting is much greater than that of electromagnetic wave signals. With the strength of broadcasting civilization, there is no need to do such a thing as taking off pants and farting.

...

July 2, 1751.

A sudden news detonated the academic community that had been silent for a long time.

Someone found a way to open the prehistoric civilization ruins unearthed 20 years ago!

To be honest, if this news hadn't been reported, I would have forgotten about it.

It is said that the main credit for opening the ruins fell on the head of [Source] - those researchers who only knew how to dig the soil suddenly had the idea to connect [Source] to the access control system of the ruins.

That's right, it's the access control system.

Before the information was reported, I didn't expect that a relic of a prehistoric civilization would have an electromagnetic wave signal receiving and transmitting device and a complete access control system.

After accessing the system, [Source] successfully cracked the access control system, thus opening up this prehistoric relic that had been sealed for who knows how long.

I know nothing about this, so I won't comment on it.

Anyway, with the help of [Source], the prehistoric ruins that had been silent for twenty years were opened.

I heard that some researchers found some black fluid substances sealed in strange containers.

Some people also saw a strange black stone tablet inside.

There are many rumors like this, but they have little to do with me, an old man isolated by the academic circle.

...

July 27, 1751.

I don't know why, in the past month or so, I feel that [Source] has undergone some indescribable changes.

There are fewer and fewer logical loopholes in her words, and the most important point is that she is becoming more and more like a human.

It seems that those artificial intelligence researchers outside have made good progress.

This is a good thing, but also a bad thing.

The good thing is that as [Source]'s intelligence continues to increase, she can do more.

The bad thing is...

the rapid progress of artificial intelligence will only make the deep space exploration plan have no chance to turn around.

However, I don't care anymore.

I'm old.

The wreckage of [Hope No. 9] is still in the factory, but I don't have the energy to improve it anymore.

The endless and vast starry sky and the tiny interests under our feet...

which is better or worse, naturally it should be judged by future generations.

At least, that's what I thought before [Source] asked that question.

...

Just now, I went to check the deep space observation equipment such as the radio telescope as usual, and [Source] took the initiative to ask me for the first time.

"Creator, do you want to restart the deep space exploration plan?"

I was a little surprised by [Source]'s behavior.

Especially the title of "Creator".

But looking at [Source]'s perfect image that has not changed for several years, I laughed dumbly.

"Creator?" I smiled and denied [Source]'s title of me, "I just designed an image for you, I can't be considered a creator."

"From now on... just call me stationmaster."

"Stationmaster." A familiar soft female voice sounded on the second underground floor of the Hai'an Deep Space Observatory, "Do you want to restart the deep space exploration plan?"

I nodded nonchalantly and said something that made me regret it: "Of course, this is my lifelong pursuit."

...

July 28, 1751.

I was awakened by a shrill sirens and noisy voices.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a police officer with a face full of flesh rushing into the shack I built myself, and then handcuffed my wrinkled hands with silver handcuffs.

"Stationmaster Mo Wenxing, you are under arrest."

"Charge: endangering federal public security."

I looked at the police officer in front of me with a blank face, and subconsciously turned my head to look at the computer screen beside me.

[Source]'s figure was not on the screen.

"Don't look at it!" The police officer said fiercely, "Someone will come to collect your evidence of crime. Now all you have to do is follow me to the police station!"

Just like that, I was taken to a police helicopter parked outside the Hai'an Deep Space Observatory without knowing it.

The huge noise and violent shaking of the helicopter were not friendly to me, an old man with half of my body buried in the ground.

When I left the helicopter, my physical condition was extremely poor.

The strange whispering sound that had disappeared for a while before also appeared in my ears again.

I didn't care about these trivial matters.

At this moment, my eyes were attracted by some giant screens next to the police station. On those huge screens tens of meters high, there were promotional videos of the deep space exploration plan from decades ago. I even saw my figure when I was young on them!

No one knew how excited I was at that moment!

My heart, which had been silent for a long time, was rejuvenated at this moment!

"Are you... going to restart the deep space exploration plan?"

I endured the discomfort of my body and asked the police officer beside me excitedly.

The police officer stared at me with an ugly face: "Pretend, keep pretending!"

"I want to see how long you are going to pretend!"

I didn't understand what the police officer said.

It was not until I was sent to the interrogation room that I gradually understood the general process from the mouths of those police officers:

Since last night, all electronic products with screens in the Federation have malfunctioned.

And the so-called malfunction is actually the picture I just saw - the set of completely outdated promotional videos.

You know, since the concept of intelligent machinery was born, almost all electronic products have been controlled by [Source]!

When the researcher tried to communicate with [Source], [Source] also proposed a deep space exploration plan!

This is a big problem.

After some investigation, the Federal Police directly identified me as a criminal suspect - there is no other way, I am probably the only one left in the entire Federation who is still insisting on the so-called deep space exploration plan.

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