After following the two around, Gao Ang realized the difference between individual strength and collective strength.
He racked his brains to create a strange, unrecognizable body for the three brothers.
But here, humanoid robot models are everywhere.
There were even a few that were still slowly strolling around, though they would occasionally stumble and fall.
"Our self-developed computing center always feels like it's missing something. The robot's balance and reaction speed are still quite different from Boston Dynamics' robot. According to our speculation, it should be a problem with integrated circuits, that is, chips. Their chips are top-of-the-line, while we use our own. Whether in terms of precision or performance, the gap between us and others is quite large."
Liu Gong turned on the experimental equipment, adjusted it for a while, and then reached out his hand.
Gao Ang was taken aback, then realized that they wanted the mini-program he had just mentioned.
He took out his phone and sent a program that Qian Sui had worked overtime to develop to Lao Wan via email.
Old Wan stared speechlessly at the email in his inbox. "Are you... trying to fool me? A smart program, and you're sending this to me via email?"
"I just cobbled this together, it's not worth much..." He stopped midway through his sentence, noticing that the two men's expressions weren't too good, and quickly changed the subject, "But I've tested it at home, and my robots can actually run, and they can get up on their own if they fall down. You can find a robot that isn't too expensive and give it a try."
Liu Gong turned his attention to Lao Wan.
If this experiment succeeds, great; but if it fails, we might lose a robot, which costs millions.
Old Wan's beautiful eyebrows curved and curved, as she weighed the pros and cons.
According to her understanding, Gao Ang shouldn't be someone who talks nonsense; after so many years of live streaming, he seems to be a fairly honest person.
He may not be exceptionally talented, but he is at least honest and hardworking.
Suddenly, an ROG was created. Maybe it was some kind of serendipitous encounter?
From ROG's background and marketing channels, it seems like the methods of a wealthy family. Could it be that it's a second-generation rich kid who's trying to experience life?
But she watched all the live streams from those years, and this guy was just a complete country bumpkin, not at all like a rich kid.
That's a serendipitous encounter, like the ancients saying "enlightenment," or like being bound to some system in a novel.
"Pah, pah, pah!" Old Wan quickly banished his increasingly absurd idea from his mind. "Let's give it a try, trust him this once. What if it goes wrong..."
She didn't say anything more, but glanced at Gao Yang with an unspeakable look on her lips.
Gao Ang chuckled sheepishly and began to talk to Qian Sui, "You're not going to screw me over, are you? Is this program reliable?"
"It should be... reliable, right? I developed a new program based on magnetic pole signals. In today's technological terms, it's similar to brain-computer interfaces, except that this 'brain' is our own brain. I will dedicate some of my energy to controlling this program to ensure you don't give yourself away. Don't worry."
"Don't go too far. Just do a little bit. If you're too outstanding, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape this laboratory."
With Qian Sui's guarantee, Gao Ang felt much more at ease.
His expression became much more confident, which made Lao Wan suspicious. Could it be that this guy had really done something?
"LiuGong, start the machine!!"
"OK."
Liu Gong bent down and frantically pressed buttons on the instrument, swiping left and right for quite a while before finally looking up.
"The program has been installed, miss. Would you like to activate it?"
Old Wan rolled his eyes at him, annoyed. "Just start it when I tell you to. You're a long-time employee, what can I do to you? Honestly."
Liu Gong shrugged, shook his head, and pressed a large red button.
"Beep beep beep, Beautiful Girl No. 7 is starting up, countdown: 10, 9..."
Hearing the ridiculous countdown, Gao Ang suppressed the urge to laugh.
"Laugh if you want to, I'm used to it."
Old Wan rolled his eyes at him, strode out of the control room, and the other two quickly followed.
Gao Feng had no idea how they were testing, so he could only stand aside and watch the spectacle.
After Lao Wan and the other man whispered to each other for a while, Liu Gong turned and left.
Old Wan walked towards him. "We'll test his balance first, then his understanding of the instructions. We'll also cover acceleration and sudden stops, reversing, automatic restarting after a fall, and predictive analysis of obstacles..."
Gao Feng nodded in understanding, then waved his right hand, "Please begin your performance."
At this moment, Liu Gong walked over carrying a very long steel pipe.
"Liu Gong, let's begin."
As Lao Wan gave the order, Liu Gong nodded and stabbed the beautiful girl No. 7 hard with the steel pipe.
"This is?"
Gao Feng's eyes widened. Was this robot abuse?
"Start the robot."
Old Wan replied nonchalantly that she was the one who came up with the idea for starting the machine.
"Your startup method is really... quite unique."
With LiuGong's thrust, the beautiful girl No. 7 actually started moving.
Its head moved up and down first, as if it was getting used to something.
Then he straightened up, spread his arms, and began to move his legs, walking forward step by step with a "click-clack" sound.
"It's done?" Old Wan was a little confused. Was it really that simple?
"It's done, Miss!" Liu Gong was also very excited.
Their previous robots weren't incapable of moving, but whenever they tried to move, they would immediately fall over.
Unlike Pretty Cure 7, who has already taken seven or eight steps and is still moving very steadily.
"Stop, turn around!"
Old Wan excitedly issued new instructions.
Girl No. 7 paused for a moment before stopping her long strides. Using her left leg as a fulcrum, she used her right leg to push off, attempting a graceful turn.
"Bang"
With a loud crash, the beautiful girl No. 7 fell flat on her back.
Amidst the pitying gazes of the crowd, the beautiful girl No. 7 slowly got up, supporting herself with her hands, and stood up straight.
Next, Lao Wan kept giving orders, like bringing her a stool, climbing a flight of stairs, or doing push-ups...
In the end, they even had Liu Gong use steel pipes to interfere with the operation of the Pretty Girl No. 7.
"Ahem, um... Mr. Liu, can you please not be so rough?"
Gao Ang felt a little sorry for her; Liu Gong's strength was really great, making the beautiful girl No. 7 glow all over.
"Is it big? I was thinking of using an excavator directly, so I could better assess its balance."
Liu Gong didn't feel tired at all; on the contrary, he became more and more excited as he worked, not even bothering to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
"Don't anger it! This is artificial intelligence. If it really develops an angry consciousness and takes revenge on humanity, you'll be the culprit!"
Gao Ang made a joke that was neither too big nor too small.
Liu Gong laughed heartily, and his grip tightened even more.
The Pretty Girl No. 7 is like a roly-poly toy; no matter how much LiuGong pokes at it, it only wobbles slightly and even makes some evasive movements.
Gao Ang knew that these were all the results of Qian Sui's manipulation, and of course, they were also related to the program he had created.
According to Qian Sui's explanation, this program was created by combining his own life experiences.
It can basically reflect the process by which a normal human being sees, hears, and perceives changes in the surrounding environment and then makes various reactions.
In other words, this program has its own life experience, and everything LiuGong is doing now is just stimulating a lot of information flow in its database.
Artificial intelligence can also do this, but it faces many limitations in processing it.
Artificial intelligence needs to choose one of ten options from 1 to 10 to execute, but this mini-program does not. It only needs to copy the most reasonable one and execute it directly.
The absence of this process is what determines the gap between mini-programs and today's artificial intelligence.
While Gao Ang and Qian Sui were talking, Lao Wan stared intently at him.
In her eyes, this man was becoming more and more interesting.
His eyes were unfocused, and he seemed so indifferent; this was what it meant to be nonchalant.
His lips were slightly pursed, giving the impression of a half-smile, making him appear so confident and composed.
Especially that bald guy, he looks so funny, but why does he seem so wise yet foolish...?
"Sir, that woman is spying on you."
"Um?"
Gao Ang was a little confused by Qian Sui's sudden interruption of the topic, and he peeked at me.
His gaze then shifted to Lao Wan's face, and the other man quickly looked away, even coughing deliberately.
However, her slightly flushed cheeks and earlobes completely betrayed her inner turmoil.
"Old Wan, how long are we going to finish this experiment? It's almost midnight!"
Gao Ang kept thinking about his three models, and he had to hurry back to adjust them for the three little guys.
"That's about it. Your mini-program... is amazing. Can you sell it to us? Don't worry, we're all business, and you won't be taken advantage of at that price."
"You say business is business, but you're just a shrewd businessman." Gao Ang thought to himself, but smiled broadly on the outside.
"I can sell you this set; the price will be equivalent to those three models. How about it?"
"Yes, I'm talking about other things, including the patent for this program..."
Gao Ang interrupted Lao Wan, "Each program is independent and there are no patents. Even if a robot is produced on an assembly line, it will have its own unique mark. To put it bluntly, my little program is tailor-made for each robot, making it unique and uncopyable. If you plan to solve all the problems of robots with one program, you'd better give up that idea as soon as possible."
Old Wan frowned. "What if we develop it together? Will you get equity?"
"This isn't about money; it's about the hardware gap. I've received feedback from the program team that you've done a good enough job, from integrated circuits to hydraulic power to joint energy conversion processing. The only problem is that there's still a lot of room for improvement in the limits of these components."
My approach is to use software to compensate for the hardware gap, but there is a premise here: the gap between the hardware is not very large, just like the difference between Magical Girl No. 7 and Magical Girl No. 6, there is basically no difference between their hardware.
So when Number Seven uses my program, you'll feel that this program is particularly sophisticated. But what if the comparison is with Boston Dynamics' robot?
You'll think that this Pretty Girl No. 7 is trash.
Some hardware gaps simply cannot be bridged by software. Old Wan, do you understand what I mean?
Old Wan nodded silently; of course she knew what Gao Feng meant.
But how can we bridge the hardware gap in a short period of time?
After receiving his three sets of models, Gao Ang found a truck and drove back to Shanghai overnight.
It was nearly four in the morning when he carefully placed the three Iron Man models in the courtyard.
Following the instructions Lao Wan gave him, I rearranged the three models.
Demolish what needs to be demolished, and hollow out what needs to be hollowed out.
The first rays of morning sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves onto Iron Man's outer shell, making it sparkle.
"Eldest brother, second brother, third brother, come over here quickly, your new place is ready, are you satisfied?"
Chitose went down the stairs, making a clanging sound.
The second son was even more direct; he simply jumped out the window.
The third one started making a ruckus, even playing music while it was flying, making "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sounds.
With a loud "Duang," the plane crashed.
"Sir, why did you cut off my power?"
"Can't we be quiet this early in the morning? Even though there's no one around, waking up the flowers and plants is still a problem!"
He then flicked him on the forehead before Gao Ang placed them one by one into the hollowed-out head positions of the models.
"Give it a try and see how it goes."
These models all use external power supplies, so they have to be charged at a high cost.
The subsequent power supply issue is easy to solve; if the three brothers are satisfied, they can simply get some larger batteries.
As the indicator lights came on, the three models finally came to life.
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