Chapter 193 A Research Log Sealed for a Hundred Years
More than ten minutes later, Chen Fan followed Liu Hao's footsteps and successfully arrived at the rebel command building in the center of the underground city.
During the total war, the command building was much busier than the production factory in the mechanical giant city.
When Chen Fan entered the command hall, a middle-aged man with half-white hair was issuing combat orders.
"Damn it, the Terra Plateau is almost becoming the Terra Plain, what are they still doing there?!"
"Tell those theater commanders that within three hours, I want to see their troops appear in the Eastern Theater and the Southern Theater!"
Listening to the middle-aged man's roar, Chen Fan felt a thin layer of cold sweat on his back.
It feels like he was named.
But then again...
Is the power of the 31 material disintegration cannons so exaggerated?
What plateau becomes a plain? It doesn't exist.
At most, it will add a few small craters.
Just when Chen Fan was doubting his life, the half-white-haired man finally noticed the unfamiliar faces that appeared in the command hall.
He stopped directing and walked in front of the crowd. After hesitating for a long time, he asked Liu Hao: "Who is this..."
"Commander Meng." Liu Hao coughed lightly and reminded the middle-aged man in front of him softly, "This is Chen Fan, the ally you mentioned earlier."
Meng Zhixin was stunned for a moment, and looked at Chen Fan with a somewhat surprised and weird look: "Didn't you say he was an alien? How come..."
In the end, he couldn't help but express his confusion: "Why does he look like us?"
"..."
Chen Fan's forehead suddenly had several black lines, and he turned his head to glance at Xu Hongming.
Xu Hongming smiled awkwardly and came to Meng Zhixin's side, explaining in a low voice.
After learning that Chen Fan was a native of Varela, Meng Zhixin's eyes flashed with embarrassment, but then the smile on his face became much warmer.
He first apologized to Chen Fan, and then directly introduced the topic:
"Sir Chen Fan, the remains of the research center brought back by the resistance army have been prepared."
"In addition, the data on the activities of the intelligent machines collected by the resistance army has also been sorted out."
"You see..."
Chen Fan pondered for a moment: "Let's take a look at the data on the activities of the intelligent machines first."
Meng Zhixin nodded repeatedly and gave an order to Liu Hao beside Chen Fan: "Xiao Liu, go and retrieve all the data on the activities of the intelligent machines."
...
In order to reversely trace the area where the main body of [Source] is located, the data on the activities of the intelligent machines collected by the resistance army is quite detailed.
In Chen Fan's words, the precision of these data even reached the level of a census.
The resistance army has been collecting data of this level for a full fifty years at a time of life and death crisis!
At least in Chen Fan's view, this is a grand project that is no less than the Variola Tunnel!
"The data processing work has been completed."
Just as Chen Fan was secretly admiring, Yi's electronic synthesized voice came.
A holographic projection automatically appeared in front of Chen Fan, and the projection clearly presented the world map of Variola.
Unlike ordinary world maps, this world map is densely distributed with a large number of small dots of different shades of color, and there is also a progress bar at the bottom of the map that symbolizes time.
As Chen Fan's mind moved, the time progress bar moved rapidly, and the small dots on the world map began to fluctuate rapidly - the simultaneous changes in color depth and distribution area made this world map have extremely intuitive changes.
The color of the equatorial area, which was originally dark red, gradually faded, while the color of the four major war zones began to gradually darken. Not only that, the positions of some small red dots also shifted.
To sum it up in the simplest sentence -
"Over the past fifty years, the distribution of intelligent machines on Varela has gradually become even."
Yi gave a conclusion: "From the distribution of intelligent machines alone, it is indeed impossible to locate the true area of [Source]."
Hearing this answer, Meng Zhixin sighed silently: "The conclusion we reached is the same."
"Look at the wreckage." Chen Fan placed his hope on the wreckage of the research center brought back by the rebels.
Compared with the detailed data on intelligent machine activities, there are not many wreckages of the artificial intelligence research center.
Apart from a few relatively intact personal computers, only the storage hard disks that were almost reduced to debris were left. The resistance army was almost wiped out. It was an amazing feat to bring back these debris from the encirclement of the intelligent machines!
"One, prepare for a particle-level scan."
Looking at the pile of debris that could almost be called electronic waste, Chen Fan stepped forward and aimed the intelligent terminal in his right hand at them.
The next second, a bright white beam of light appeared from the palm of his hand and swept straight over the debris.
Wherever the light reached, the shells of the broken personal computers quickly became transparent.
Perhaps because of the age of these debris, the speed of this scan was particularly slow.
The bright white beam moved extremely slowly over the pile of debris, and the holographic projection in front of Chen Fan began to continuously show information accurate to the particle level.
"The scan is complete."
The bright white beam slowly dissipated, and the electronic synthesized voice of One also came.
"How is it, did you read the information?"
Yi gave a positive answer: "Wait a moment, the information is a bit messy, this machine will try to sort and repair it."
Hearing this, Chen Fan's eyes suddenly flashed with joy.
It's done!
No matter what the information is, it's a good thing to be able to read useful information!
A few minutes later, the holographic interface in front of him began to continuously display information that had been repaired by Yi.
This was a log from a researcher's personal computer.
Yi eliminated most of the useless information and selected some of the key content.
...
1735.
After the abolition of the deep space exploration project, the Federal Academy of Sciences officially shifted its research focus to artificial intelligence and the exploitation of underground resources.
In the same year, the Federal Heavy Industry Artificial Intelligence Research Center was officially launched, which seemed to indicate that the Federation's research on artificial intelligence was officially on track.
I was lucky enough to successfully enter this research center that brought together elites from all over the Federation under the guidance of my mentor.
At first, I thought this was the beginning of my move towards a higher academic status. It was not until the research work officially began that I realized a problem -
the difficulty of researching general artificial intelligence far exceeded everyone's expectations.
This is a field that the scientific community has never touched before. Everyone is like a child who has just learned to walk, and can only grope and stagger forward step by step.
In 1736.
With the joint efforts of the elites of the entire Federation, the first version of general artificial intelligence was born with difficulty in the quantum supercomputer inside the Federal Heavy Industry.
We named it [Source].
Everyone is looking forward to the performance of this general artificial intelligence - this is a day worth celebrating.
It should be like this.
But the performance of [Source] made everyone's eyes go dark.
Damn it!
It can't even understand our commands correctly!
This is not artificial intelligence at all. Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe it as artificial mental retardation!
From this day on, the atmosphere in the research center gradually became solemn.
May 15, 1737.
Research time always passes quickly, and the architecture work of the second version of general artificial intelligence has officially started.
By the way, I haven't seen my mentor for half a year.
But this is normal.
As a federal academician, my mentor is very busy on weekdays.
June 13, 1737.
Damn, there was a problem with the architecture work I was responsible for, and the head of the research center asked me to complete the repair work within a month.
This, this is too difficult!
After hesitating for a long time, I decided to ask my mentor for help. After
asking, I learned that my mentor had locked himself in the apartment a week ago-Federal Heavy Industry has equipped all scientific researchers with corresponding apartments. I have to admit that the treatment of this research center is the best I have ever seen.
Maybe he encountered some difficult problems that are difficult to solve.
Although my mentor has always had this habit of "closing himself in the door", a week...isn't it a bit too long?
For various purposes, I knocked on the door of my mentor's apartment that afternoon.
I was a little anxious because I didn't hear a response for a long time, so I forced open the door of the tutor's apartment.
The tutor is dead.
Died of madness.
The madness that swept the world some time ago has come back again!
I looked at the various strange symbols written on the wall by the tutor with blood, and I felt a little cold in my heart.
At this moment, I saw some familiar words and symbols among these incomprehensible symbols.
It seemed to be a brand new architectural method.
Instinctively, I recorded it.
Then, I erased the blood words for some reason, and then chose to call the police.
After an investigation, I returned to the research center without any suspicion.
Looking at the stagnant architectural problem, I subconsciously imported the brand new architecture drawn by the tutor with blood.
The problem was solved.
This brand new architecture seemed to be born to deal with this problem!
But...
I seem to have never told the tutor about this difficulty?
August 21, 1737.
The second generation of general artificial intelligence was born.
Compared with the previous one, [Source] has made considerable progress.
At least, now she can have the most basic communication with us.
As a hero who overcame the difficulties, I received a good reward and was even nominated as an academician.
For a time, the entire research center was celebrating for me.
But I felt a little uneasy.
What do the symbols written by the tutor mean?
Why did he write down that architectural information when he was suffering from madness?
What did he discover?
In 1740,
the third generation of general artificial intelligence was born.
I keenly noticed that there were several respected academicians missing from the research center.
After careful inquiries, I learned the whereabouts of these academicians.
Before the birth of the third generation of general artificial intelligence, these academicians died of madness one after another.
I was shocked by the news and broke out in a cold sweat!
The continuous progress of artificial intelligence is based on the lives of these academicians! !
Is the so-called madness really just an ordinary mental infectious disease? !
(End of this chapter)
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