October 7, 2008
In Queens, New York, on a corner of the street where the white community and the black community are not yet fully mixed, Song Han, who hasn't seen the sun for many days, has an unusual pallor on his face.
He stared absently at the Chinese almanac on the wall that he had spent 92 minutes running to Chinatown to buy. Before he knew it, he had been in Country C for more than two months.
"Using additional productive forces in the information age to produce this information set that is destined to dissipate is a wasteful behavior."
"System, that's enough!"
Song Han said angrily, "We agreed that the daytime is mine and the night is yours. Just because I don't want to live in the Arctic Circle with the polar night, you've been nagging me for so long just because I bought an almanac! What do you mean by an information set that is destined to dissipate? This is called a spiritual sustenance. Do you understand?"
Not hearing the system's message feedback, Song Han snorted and examined the results of his and the system's efforts over the past two months.
Around the huge workbench in the center of the venue, there are four highly interactive robotic arms with a high degree of freedom. Their coordinated transformation can complete 99% of the workload that humans can do.
In the corners near the walls around the venue, there are six fully enclosed exoskeleton armors nearly three meters high placed in acrylic cylinders, along with their corresponding mounting modules.
This car repair shop workshop covering an area of more than a thousand square meters has completely changed its appearance under his and the system's continuous preparation.
Just as a group of gang motorcycle gang members who suddenly barged in to repair their cars not long after they took over this repair shop described it.
"Look at what we've found? The secret base of Iron Man?"
"No, they're just models."
After erasing the other party's memory, Song Han's words were deeply engraved in their minds. Since then, no one has come to repair their cars in this repair shop with the closed door.
Hanging the newly modified rotorcraft in his hand above the workshop, it became one of the several rotorcraft models.
Song Han stared absently at the assembly workshop that he had spent more than two months building.
"Still no news from it?"
Compared with the fear of facing an unknown alien for the first time, after months of continuous preparation, preparation, and more preparation, as well as learning, learning, and more learning, Song Han, who now has great military strength, can't wait to have hundreds of rounds of battle with that invisible and intangible alien immediately.
Sensing Song Han's eager and arrogant confidence at the moment, the system had to persuade Song Han, "Our means of erasing and modifying human memory and cognition, although they seem very similar to the other side's behavior of controlling humans, are completely two incomparable means. We rely on the initial interpretation of human brainwave information in the brain-computer interface project and then carry out large-scale simulated signal impacts to form a kind of computer DDS data flood attack. While the other side modifies and controls the underlying control authority of the human body through means that we can't understand at all, which is a more advanced technical application than my parasitism in your body. And with our existing weapons, it's very difficult to truly restrict and attack the other side by physical means alone. These equipments are just to protect your personal safety. Among all the task sequences, protecting the safety of information transmission is the primary task."
Perhaps it was these equipments that gave Song Han enough sense of security, just like Song Han's reckless behavior after building the exoskeleton armor for the first time. Now that Song Han theoretically has the ability to face all the armed forces on Earth, the eagerness in his heart still keeps emerging.
Sensing Song Han's thoughts, the system stopped persuading. Facing the countless possible results in the future, no one knows whether the actions that are derived from strict logical deduction like it will achieve good results, or whether the random thoughts of humans can achieve a more perfect feedback.
"TNT!"
A loud shout came from outside the house, and along with the shout, a package was thrown in through the half-open window.
Looking at the package that kept rolling and finally landed not far away, Song Han patted his head and crawled out from under the workbench.
Sure enough, it's the TNT explosive delivery in Country C. It's really professional. The way of delivering the package is just like throwing a dynamite pack.
"Any information source approaching within a 5-kilometer radius around this assembly factory has been filtered by Jian'an. You don't have to worry about additional safety issues."
Song Han kicked the package at his feet with a dark face. "What the hell is this?"
Opening the package, there were more than a dozen tightly sealed chips. The sunglasses on his face showed their information in real-time through AI Jian'an.
"Digital signal and biological wave interactive decoding chip."
Along with it was a message from Mark. "Dear Han, although under your guidance, our brain-computer interface project has made rapid progress, the interpretation of brainwaves has not yet reached the stage of practical application. These are decoding chips made according to the existing data set, but I don't recommend that you immediately arrange related experiments. We tried it on monkeys, and the result was that their brains were cooked."
"So, what are we going to do with these?"
Mark's message made Song Han's heart tremble a little. What a straightforward description. As long as it's not his own brain, it sounds delicious.
"There are very difficult technical problems to overcome in engineering between general brainwave decoding and dedicated brainwave decoding. Although these decoding chips are not yet mature, after Jian'an modifies the internal data, they can still achieve ideal interactive signal transmission."
Upon hearing this, Song Han jumped up. "You mean these are going to be used on my brain?"
"Don't worry!"
Sensing Song Han's intense mental fluctuations, the system rarely comforted him. "On the basis of your subjective consciousness being asleep, I can amplify your brainwave signals in real-time, and they can have a good data exchange with the chips after the underlying data has been modified. It won't burn your brain."
"Can we not use them?"
"Jian'an currently collects more than thousands of terabytes of information around the world every day. These vast amounts of data need to be sorted out in terms of the logical chain, and at the same time, we need to determine which are the interference behaviors implemented by the other side. This is a huge amount of data that exceeds Jian'an's total computing capacity. If we don't borrow your biological quantum computer that can carry out large-scale fuzzy operations, it's impossible for us to find the other side from these vast amounts of information."
During the conversation, the robotic arms around the workbench had made the adjustment preparations, installed these chips into the single-chip microcomputer, and modified the underlying framework under the operation of the system. After all, when it comes to the understanding of brainwaves, who can compare with the brain itself?
Sitting on a massage chair that was taken out from I don't know which car, Song Han took a deep breath, did enough mental preparation, and slowly put the cowboy hat in his hand on his bald head.
"How do you feel?"
"A bit creepy."