Chapter 90 Thoughts
Anyway, since that day, I felt that something was getting more and more wrong between Fang Qing and that Senior Brother Gu.
When Fang Qing was in the lab, she was a living atmosphere group, either laughing and chatting about gossip, or talking about random things and making people laugh.
Now, he sits down and starts typing on the computer screen with such intensity that it seems as if he has a grudge against the keyboard.
I know what's going on. She's trying to compete with that stubborn Senior Brother Gu.
But she can't be the only one to take the spotlight.
Ever since I had a great chat with that gaming geek at the last team meeting, the idea of incorporating artificial intelligence into the behavioral logic of game NPCs has been growing like wild weeds in my head.
I am now immersed in piles of literature every day, and I exchange ideas with that senior whenever I get the chance. As a result, the frequency of asking my tutor for advice has increased sharply.
My goodness, our sudden burst of academic enthusiasm was like dropping two depth bombs in the laboratory.
The previous atmosphere of slacking off is gone, and even a group meeting is like an academic debate, with sharp arguments and sparks flying.
The senior brothers and sisters nearby were stunned, and they were probably wondering in their hearts: Did these two newcomers take the wrong medicine?
The feeling of being ignited by interest is really different.
I was like a chicken with its blood pumped up. I worked day and night and forgot to eat and sleep. My mind was full of weird ideas.
As soon as I got home, I couldn't help but rush to Lin Yan and share my "flash of inspiration" with him.
As a result, Lin Yan feels like he is listening to a science fiction story every night, and he has to be responsible for supporting me.
That day I rushed home excitedly again. Lin Yan was sitting in front of the computer, his brows slightly furrowed, his fingers typing something on the keyboard.
I didn't care about anything and just rushed over and sat in his arms.
"Wife?" Lin Yan was shaken a little by my collision, but he caught me steadily with his arms.
"Quick! I had another brilliant idea this morning!"
I casually pulled a piece of A4 paper from the side, grabbed a pencil and started scribbling. "It's about how AI presents NPC personalities! I've researched all the games on the market that claim to use AI interaction, and I've found a common problem—NPCs are extremely prone to OOC!"
Lin Yan nodded and rubbed his chin against the top of my head. "Indeed, many games add AI interaction as a gimmick to enrich the sense of exploring the big world, but the core gameplay is not in this."
"Right!" I tapped my pencil vigorously. "And their conversations are so 'machine-like', so rigid and lifeless. It feels like I'm chatting with a customer service robot!"
"This kind of technology that deeply imitates real personalities is currently quite difficult to implement in China,"
Lin Yan rationally analyzed, "AI itself is still in its infancy and requires massive amounts of text training to feed the model. Large companies may be able to invest in it, but for game NPCs, the input-output ratio is a bit unbalanced."
"That's right! So I thought,"
I excitedly drew a big circle on the paper. "Can you write a core program script to create a basic classification of NPC personalities? Just like in Dungeons & Dragons, characters are divided into several factions, such as Lawful Good and Chaotic Neutral. Of course, the specific classification anchors need to be adjusted and optimized according to the game type."
"This entry point is very novel."
Lin Yan's eyes lit up, and he instantly switched to a business mindset. "If we perfect this classification script, it can not only be integrated into game NPCs, but also used in various companion AIs. When the time comes, we can license or sell the technology to those game companies..."
"Tsk, Boss Lin, I can hear the clacking of your abacus beads right in my arms!"
I poked him with a smile, "Although I haven't thought that far, but instead of selling technology, I actually want to use it to develop my own game!"
My eyes light up when I talk about this.
"Developing a game?" Lin Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone reminding him, "That's not as simple as writing a script. Art, music, planning, publicity... every aspect requires investment, a team, and real money."
"Oh, that's right..."
I felt like a popped balloon, instantly wilting. "Characters, scenes, music... I can't handle these. Sigh, I thought too simply."
The big circle drawn on the paper seemed to have deflated.
Lin Yan ruffled my hair and softened his tone. "Having ideas is a good thing, especially good. But we can't achieve everything overnight. Why don't we just follow my advice and focus on developing and polishing the core script? Then, find a few strong companies to partner with and license or sell the rights. This way, we can verify the market value of the technology, earn our first pot of gold, and build connections and reputation. Once the foundation is laid, it would be safer to consider developing the game ourselves."
"Fuck! Lin Yan, it has to be you!"
I was enlightened by his clear route planning, and excitedly turned my head and kissed him on the face.
"Baby, I think your idea has great potential,"
Lin Yan put his arm around my waist and looked at me seriously. "But developing a program that can be implemented, from idea to finished product, the difficulty in the middle may be tens of millions. However,"
He said firmly, "If you really want to do it, I will support you with all my strength."
"Haha, actually I didn't think that far ahead," I leaned back into his arms, playing with my pencil, "I just feel that having this interest as a driving force makes research particularly exciting. As for whether it will succeed in the end or how far it can go, I have no idea. Anyway, the process is quite enjoyable."
"Being happy is the most important thing." Lin Yan kissed the top of my head.
"Oh right," I suddenly remembered how focused he was just now, "what were you working on? You looked quite serious."
"Oh, I'm looking at some procedures and information for registering a company," Lin Yan gestured for me to look at his computer screen, which was filled with various legal documents and forms. "We need to hurry up and start our business. We might register with a registered address in the early stages. The start-up capital is okay, so we don't need to invest too much for now. We need to be frugal."
"That's great, Lin Yan," I looked at the content on his screen and suddenly felt a little emotional, "It suddenly feels like... we seem to have grown up a lot in an instant."
"Hmm?" Lin Yan laughed. "Why did the baby suddenly express such emotion?"
"I just feel like," I said, trying to organize my words. "Before, all I could think about was eating, drinking, pooping, and playing games. At most, I thought about graduation. Now it's different. I'm thinking about how to develop in the future and build my own business."
I paused and looked at him, "Of course, you've probably already started thinking about it."
"Well," Lin Yan hugged me tighter, resting his chin on my shoulder, his voice tinged with laughter, "Because I want to pave the way for you. I want our future path to be wider and more stable."
My heart seemed to be wrapped in a warm current and gently bumped.
I turned my head and rubbed his cheek: "Okay, then you go first, I'll try my best to catch up!"
Lin Yan laughed softly, and the vibration of his chest was clearly transmitted to me.
We didn't say anything else, just snuggled up quietly, looking at the words and tables on the screen that represented the future. The air was filled with a sense of security as we moved forward together.
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