Chapter 83: Gambling on the lives of seven billion people
Bai Zhen and Wang Ning successfully implemented the transmission scheme of AFSK modulated image signals in the simulation experiment. They high-fived excitedly. It was dark and no one could see each other, so they hit each other on the forehead, making a crisp sound. Then they worked without stopping and immediately transplanted the whole scheme to Bai Yang and BG4MSR's Icom725.
Today is Friday and there is no class tomorrow. Bai Yang risked his life to accompany Junzi and stayed up with his father and Uncle Wang until late at night.
"private int [] Filter _10Khz (int [] Data), did you hear that clearly? OVER."
"I heard it clearly."
"Repeat it, OVER."
"private int [] Filter _10Khz (int [] Data)."
Banxia turned on the light, put on headphones, held a pen in her hand, and wrote down all the codes she heard.
They were actually reading out the codes, and Bai Yang was holding a book called "C#: From Beginner to Master".
Wang Ning and Bai Zhen sat on the bed behind him, with laptops on their knees, checking the code for the last time. This was a divine oracle from heaven bestowed upon Huawei's communications experts.
"What's this code?"
"Um... envelope detector program."
"Move it up, and let's check the transport layer data receiving procedure again."
"What about the transport layer data sending function?"
"Pack them all up, pack them all up!"
The alarm clock on the table pointed to one o'clock in the morning. Bai Yang rubbed his eyes, yawned, and forced himself to be alert. God knew whether their approach would work. Teaching a girl who knew nothing about programming to install the transmission program, there were so many problems that it made people feel claustrophobic. Bai Yang had already experienced this - in the past two days, they had temporarily cram BG4MSR with basic programming knowledge, and if knowledge could be transmitted like inner strength, Bai Zhen and Wang Ning would like to pull the girl out of the radio, sit in a two-on-one position to pass on their skills, and pass all their decades of deep amateur radio knowledge to BG4MSR, so that her three flowers would gather and smoke would come out of her head, and she would increase her skills by seventy years overnight like Xu Zhu.
It's a pity that knowledge can't be transmitted from palm to palm. Neither knowledge nor IQ is good enough. It's such a pity. If it could be possible, Duan Yu's Beiming Magic Art and Xingxiu Laoxian's Star Absorbing Art would be able to turn others into mentally retarded. This would be the number one magic skill in the martial arts world, and anyone hit by it would become a fool. Wouldn't it be terrifying?
"Is the next step a carriage return? BG4MXH? BG4MXH?"
The girl's voice brought Bai Yang back from his wild thoughts.
Bai Yang blinked his eyes. It was indeed late at night and his mind began to feel fuzzy.
"Yes, it's Enter, OVER."
Banxia marked a carriage return on the paper and started a new line. It is a good habit to write down all the information on paper so that you can look it up and review it at any time.
To be precise, this is called a task log. Every step is recorded and traceable, so that the source of the problem can be quickly identified after it occurs.
"statusChart1.Value = re 10(i);"
"Status...Chart1.V...Value?"
"Yes, Value."
In front of Banxia was a heavy Icom725 amateur radio, and on the left side of the radio was an even heavier CRT monitor and an old yellowed white plastic keyboard. The messy cables were finally connected to the industrial control motherboard hanging on the wall by the window. Black, blue, red, white and gray cables were plugged into the motherboard's interface. Red and blue LED lights were glowing in the dim room. These bulky and old electronic wastes occupied almost all the space on the table, like high and low square mountains, leaving only a small area to spread out paper. The girl was wrapped up in them, and when she buried her head, she could not see her figure.
Half a month ago, Banxia wouldn't believe that she could do all this. Look at these complicated electronic components, these messy cables and adapters. Can she really do this?
Did she really build a trans-temporal and trans-space image communication system out of a bunch of electronic waste?
"private void DatasendThread()."
"private...void DatasendThread()..."
“While (true).”
"What is this?" Banxia asked.
"Send the code." Bai Yang replied.
"Will it succeed this time?" Banxia asked.
Bai Yang hesitated for a moment, "It should be reliable this time. The code was not written by my father, but by an invited expert, who is much better than my father."
In fact, he was not sure. The code might be fine, but the problem was not just with the code.
Banxia copied all the codes on paper. The code itself was actually very simple, with all the modules together having less than four hundred lines.
Banxia typed the code one letter at a time into the motherboard, using two fingers to type very quickly. She confirmed the code with BG4MXH again to make sure there were no mistakes, and finally took a deep breath.
She sat in a chair, her eyes fixed on the CRT monitor.
"BG4MXH, I'm about to start."
"good."
Bai Yang turned his head to look at his father and Uncle Wang behind him, pointed at the radio, and signaled that the other party was about to start the experiment.
Wang Ning and Bai Zhen nodded at the same time.
"BG4MXH, take a guess, will it work?"
Banxia's fingers hovered over the keyboard.
"meeting."
"What shall we bet on?" the girl said leisurely.
Bai Yang was stunned for a moment, "What are you betting on?"
"Let's make a bet with her that whoever loses gets to call her dad." Uncle Wang said from the back, "This is the only bet you can make."
"Let's make a big bet, let's bet on the lives of seven billion people in the world!" Banxia suddenly grinned, and said something that caught Baiyang off guard, and even made the latter's butt almost fall off the chair. "If you win, then you will have the lives of seven billion people in the world. If you lose, then they will all be doomed."
At this moment, Banxia is like a little devil, holding a remote control in her hand, and a bomb tied to the earth. The lives of the whole world are in her hands. As long as she presses the remote control, the earth will be blown up and everyone will be killed. The life and death of all mankind is just a matter of her thoughts. But she wants to play a game. The little devil finds a young earthling and says to him, "Let's bet on something?" Let's bet on the life and death of all mankind.
This is really a gamble.
"Will you bet?"
"Will you bet?"
"No words? That means you agree!"
"Hey...wait, I didn't say I was..."
Banxia's face was illuminated by the faint blue light from the CRT monitor. She tapped her fingers lightly, and there was a "click" sound in the silence.
Bai Yang sat on the chair. The channel was silent for a long time, and then a girl's voice came:
"You lost. You failed."
Failed.
An error occurred while running.
"Because you lost, seven billion people in the world disappeared. Now I am the only one left in this world. Did I keep my word?"
"I……"
Bai Yang didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Don't worry, I didn't kill them..."
Banxia reached out to turn off the desk lamp and the monitor. The light in the room disappeared and she sat alone quietly in the dark. There was no moon outside the window and it was already 2:30 in the morning.
She looked up at the night sky and whispered:
“They just became stars.”
(End of this chapter)
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