lerbook Chapter 183 Hello
Chapter 183 Hello
"What do you think of this idea?"
Looking at Wan Xingyan and Chen Ang who were reading the document, Jiang Cheng calmly asked this sentence.
The two of them were reading a new document together, held by Chen Ang, and Wan Xingyan stared at the words on the paper intently on his shoulder.
What can be observed is that Chen Ang's Adam's apple kept moving, and his lips were also buzzing, as if he was a little excited. After a long while, he recovered, as if he had heard Jiang Cheng's words.
"It's perfect! Team Leader Jiang, your idea has broadened a new path in terms of brain-like!"
Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows, and then asked Wan Xingyan, "Can you realize brain-like communication with humans, input our language, and create a sound module based on the original chip, so that dialogue can be realized."
"Of course." Wan Xingyan agreed without hesitation, this task should not be too easy for him.
Jiang Cheng leaned over with a secret, with a malicious smile on his face. The two old team members rarely saw this expression on his serious face, and felt a little strange for a while.
"This thing is done in private, understand?"
"Privately... good!" They nodded, Jiang Cheng arranged everything, and then walked out the door.
The next day nothing happened, as if the conversation of the night had never happened.
However, in the evening after finishing the research and preparing to rest, the Huaxia researchers in the group were quietly working overtime.
One day, one hour, one minute and one second.
In the blink of an eye.
The flowing river has never been frozen, but the temperature is dropping day by day. The coldness is a unique feature of this season. Pedestrians on the street are wrapped in scarves and knitted hats, and the white mist exhaled slowly rises and disappears in the misty Sky.
In a foreign country, researchers have concerns in their hearts, but it is a pity that they can't eat dumplings in other countries, and they can't see the increasingly prosperous Shifang fireworks.
Standing in the cold wind, the birch trees on both sides of the road are stubborn and persistent. They have experienced countless winters like this.
However, this season is colder than previous years.
Let the wind continue to blow, and blow over every inch of the planet as soon as possible, to signal the coming of the test for the buds that are about to break out of the ground. In the beautiful blue, the development of civilization is becoming more and more prosperous. It seems that human beings The crisis we are facing is just an illusion, how wonderful it would be.
No one would cherish the current peaceful life, let alone think that one day, even this kind of life would become a luxury.
If the city is closed, people can't communicate with each other even if they pass by each other. When necessary, they can't even step out of the house, cover their breathing with a mask, and only reveal a pair of dull eyes, looking at the gloomy Sky.
If the pause button is pressed on the world, the brightly lit cities of the past and the hustle and bustle all night and all day will disappear, leaving only empty commercial buildings, and daily activities will become a distant dream, and children cannot go to Workers are not allowed to go to school, and couples in different places are not allowed to have sex.
What a sad scene that would be.
No one can imagine it, and let's hope it never happens.
People are very strange, they always miss the past, they say they want to go back to the summer a few years ago, but they don't cherish a passing today. I cried bitterly for the parting of my lover and the death of my elders in the movie, but when I got home, I gave my hardworking wife a cold face. When I was playing games in the dormitory, my parents played a video call and immediately hung up.
If you can't keep the past, and can't see the direction of the future, please hold on to this minute firmly.
Jiang Cheng conducted research day and night, as if he didn't know how tired he was. During the day, he had to carry out the cosmic docking plan, and at night he had to observe the progress of "communication with RBN materials". Every day he lived was very fulfilling.
On January 15th, China's Lantern Festival, a very commemorative night, Jiang Cheng entered the laboratory alone.
He gave the researchers a day off. Recently, the members of the team have been too tired, and taking a break will not hurt the progress of the plan.
In addition to this reason, he has a more important thing.
Wan Xingyan has already made the module, and there is only one last step left, which is to embed it into the brain-like chip. Jiang Cheng decided to carry out this step himself, so he turned on the lights in the laboratory.
"Slap".
The laboratory used to house the brain-like body became brightly lit in an instant.
In the corner, the jar was placed. In the transparent culture fluid, the brain-like brain connected with the catheter was like a pink jellyfish floating quietly in the center. Jiang Cheng was watching him, maybe it was also feeling Jiang Cheng.
He calmly watched No. 4 who went from the northwest to Kyoto and was now brought to the laboratory of the Observation Building. I don't know why, but Jiang Cheng thinks it has a sense of beauty, not visually, but spiritually. It may be because researchers put too much effort into No. 4.
Jiang Cheng slowly approached the glass jar, moved the robotic arm aside, took out a small bottle from his pocket, and poured it into his hand. It was a module that could convert vibration into sound, so that it could be brain-like. He fits it into a robotic arm, and enters commands.
Having done all this, he did not immediately conduct experiments.
Instead, he stood there with his eyes firmly locked on No. 4. There were a total of four experimental subjects in Northwest's plan, and the first three were all sacrificed in order to survive a possibility. The game of life and death is a great the art of.
He won the final victory, and the brain-inspired project also declared a success.
If the mod really worked, what would number four say in the first sentence?
Jiang Cheng is very curious, but he also has an unrealistic sense of illusion. He first gave the brain-like the right to exist in the world, and now he wants to give it the possibility to speak. It is worthy of emotion.
So let's get started now.
He pressed the button of the robotic arm, and through the hole in the glass jar, it accurately captured the position of the brain-like body, analyzed where the chip was stored, and where the module components should be embedded. Gently place on top of the chip.
The whole process was smooth and smooth, without any mistakes.
However, when the mechanical arm retracted, the brain-like body did not respond as expected.
It seems that the module is invalid, it cannot produce sound accurately, or the brain-like body has fallen into a state of deep sleep, and even the culture fluid has stood still without any waves.
Did it fail...
There was no expression on Jiang Cheng's face. In fact, it's okay to fail. It's enough to work harder and reinstall the second time. It takes a little more effort.
He stood there for a while, rubbed his fingers against his chin, and pursed the corners of his mouth helplessly. Suddenly, he felt tired from his limbs and bones, and the night was already very deep.
The outside is full of stars, and from the windows of the high-rise buildings, you can see the lights in the distance, as well as the vaguely flowing river under the street lights, which ripples in the cold wind.
He couldn't help wrapping his clothes tighter, and he wore a little less under the lab coat, Jiang Cheng already felt a little chilly.
Now you should go back to the warm bed and sleep for a while...
Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng walked to the door and turned off the lights in the laboratory, and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness.
But just as he was about to step out the door, a neutral voice came from the glass jar.
"Hello."