Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Switzerland.

Center for Neural Network Science Research.

Standing in the lobby, looking right at Sarott, his expression appeared slightly unnatural.

This rush is not only a combination of the word nerve and a group of people in white coats, but also because his whole human temperament is out of place here.

As for why he appeared here...

That's a long story.

Since leaving the United States in cold spirits and returning to his hometown in the Netherlands, Salot, who had given up his famous Lilo's impatience and semi-intelligent attitude to do various kinds of research, had made a series of outstanding achievements in the field of graphene, building on the experience he had accumulated when working with Professor Lu, and had become a cowman in the industry whose name could at least be remembered.

The result was so unexpected that he was actually overwhelmed by the variety of awards and offers that he flew to him for a while.

Later, Cornell sent him two e-mails promising him $30 million.

However, he had been approached by the FBI, which had completely disappointed him in the country, and refused the offer without much thought.

Though Europe's academic community is pervasive in its atmosphere and it is increasingly difficult to see young fresh blood replenished, this is still a good place to engage in academic research in terms of his personal feelings.

Just two days ago, when he was travelling from Amsterdam to Geneva for an academic conference, he suddenly received a call from an old friend who had not contacted him for more than 30 years, saying that he intended to show him something amazing.

So he's standing here now.

Just as he hesitated to call his old friend, a warm voice came to him from the side of the hall.

“Welcome, my old friend, you're finally here! I've been waiting for you for a while. ”

Looking in the direction of the sound, Sarot saw an old man, fat and pregnant in October, with almost naked hair, smiling his right hand and greeting him with a smile.

Trying to match this face with the name in his memory, Sarott held onto the curiosity he had encountered over the years and swayed his right hand.

“Nice to meet you, by the way... haven't we seen each other in decades? ”

“Thirty-seven years, to be exact," memory was as good as ever, just like when I was a student, Professor Miele smiled softly and let go of his hand and continued, "It seemed like when I started to move to postgraduate biology, we had a hard time seeing each other. ”

Sarott: "… In fact, I never really understood what you were doing, and you gave up a promising discipline. ”

“Aren't you the same? Abandoned computers, jumped into a bigger material science than this big pit of biology. ”

Sarott's eyebrows twitched and coughed softly.

“It was filled with all sorts of accidents… and I found that material science suited me better than computers. ”

“Me too, life is full of all kinds of accidents. But thanks to the computer, which is my first major, it allows me to study neural network-related topics with the help of God...” Smiled and patted an old friend's arm, Miel made a gesture to him, “No more nonsense, come with me. I told you I'd show you something amazing. ”

When I was studying at the University of Amsterdam, both studied information engineering. Later, when Sarott graduated to his master's degree, he transferred to Cornell University in the United States, where he met his pit father mentor, and finally became a material dog in vain.

Fortunately, his mentor, Father Kung, helped him to get a lecturer's position, and Sarot himself was not an oil-saving lamp. Instead of staying honestly at Cornell University for academic purposes, he went to Silicon Valley on the West Coast and rubbed a side ball to wrap up the title of Cornell University professor. Hardly, he suddenly made an investment to solve the financial problem and got his own lab in Silicon Valley... although it was finally acquired by the Ark.

He admitted that he did like to run trains with his mouth full, exaggerate on the issue of the end of the branch, and drill the void in the rules, but often had to do so.

Besides, who doesn't?

As for now, he had long since been rehabilitated and had stopped doing those things.

I just don't know if it's his illusion or something. Sarott always felt familiar with this old Miel classmate...

It's exactly the same as it was a few years ago.

Indeed, when he followed Professor Miel to an office and watched him pick up a stack of papers from the corner of the table, touching or warming, Salot was slightly stunned and angry.

“Is this what you showed me? ”

Miel: “This is Dr. Z's thesis! You must have heard that name, the man who saved the world. ”

Sarott: “I mean, you let me come to you from Geneva on the train for an hour just to show me a paper that could be downloaded on Arxiv? ”

It does not appear to have been influenced at all by the anger that accompanies the spit stars, Professor Miel said in an exaggerated tone.

“Oh, my friend, you have no idea how exciting this paper has been lately in the biology community… especially in the direction of our neural network research! ”

Sarott caught a pin of blood: "You ignored the point! ”

“But we got the point!” Forced by the momentum, Professor Miel pointed at the paper in his hand, "Listen, we are scholars, ignore the last of these twigs. Isn't the point of the question the body of the paper? ”

“But you...”

“Enough! Those so-called 'buts' should be discussed after we get the Nobel Prize. ”

Wait a minute. Am I not supposed to lose my temper?

Why did the momentum lose?

I was somewhat confused by this situation, especially when the Nobel Prize was thrown out by this guy and instantly distracted his entire attention.

“… Nobel Prize? ”

“Yes, the Nobel Prize! This is an absolutely promising study to touch the Nobel Medal! Its greatness is no less than Von Neumann's influence on computers...”

Breaking this guy's mouth full of fart, Sarott pinched his sour brow and said.

“But the author of this thesis is... Dr. Z, what does it matter to you? What does that have to do with me? ”

Compilation Framework for Neural and Electrical Signal Conversion

That sounds interesting.

If it was that Dr. Z who had solved the Mars bacterial crisis, it wouldn't have been ordinary to think about it.

But the problem is…

What does that have to do with him?

He's just a material scientist working on graphene.

I saw the confusion in the eyes of this friend, and Professor Miel was tired of patiently explaining it.

“The key is that this paper alone will not win the Nobel Prize, even if the Turing Prize is slightly worse. But he offers the possibility of winning an award for this direction of the bioneural network! You know what I mean? The only principle behind the Nobel Prize is the magnitude of the achievement, and what hurts us most now is that the key issues have not been resolved, and the entire study has been stuck in bottlenecks and has not produced enough prominent results. ”

“But now, there's a turnaround! ”

“This paper gives an entirely new interpretation of the process of signaling and visualization of biological neural networks and other factors, and puts forward a programmatic compilation framework for the interconversion of neural and electrical signals. This job is definitely groundbreaking. Do you know what it will mean once this technology is done? ”

Listening to Miel, Sarott looked over at the paper in her hand and frowned.

“… means that what's in a science fiction movie can become a reality? I think it's the number one player. ”

Miel said out loud, "It's not that shallow thing. You just think about games? What I'm saying is something even more shocking! He can even change our perception of the Internet! But it's too soon for me to tell you this. Anyway, all you need to know is that it's a technology that's going to change the world! ”

“You didn't answer my previous question,” closed the paper in hand, and Salot looked at him and continued, “So what does this have to do with me? ”

Miel said seriously, "Do you believe this is a technology that changes the world? ”

Sarott: "… because you said so, I believe in half. ”

Miele: “Thank you, it's half way there! But even if it's only half, assuming this technology is actually possible, as a key figure in driving the end result, do you think the Nobel Prize Committee won't consider our name? ”

Sarott: “Nobel doesn't seem to have a calculation award. ”

“But there are medical and chemical awards! Think about it, Miel and his friend Sarott… and Dr. Z's research, who have made outstanding contributions to advancing research on biological neural networks and the interface between the nervous system and the computer system, hereby awards the Nobel Prize for Chemistry… Given that Dr. Z is mostly reluctant to reveal his name, the prize will be shared equally between us. ”

Clearing his voice, Professor Miel's expression solemnly extended his right hand.

“I sincerely invite you, my old friend... to join us? ”

Sarotto was silent this time.

Though far from fame, the Nobel Prize is a medal of the highest honor in academia…

To be honest, he's still quite heartbeat.

After about five minutes of silence, he spoke.

“… I think about it. ”

When he heard that, Professor Miel finally had a smile on his face.

Although my old friend did not directly agree, that expression has clearly revealed his inner activities…

He was moved by the olive branches he threw at him.

After Professor Sarot's departure, Professor Miel walked back and forth in the lab with excitement.

“This direction of graphene should be fine, experts in neural interface materials already have it, let me think about what else is missing... right! ”

A thought suddenly popped out of his head, and Professor Miel's eyes lit up and he hit a thumb.

Without hesitation, he went to the computer desk and sat down, opened the browser and typed in a line of URLs, then knocked down his car.

Soon, a centuries-old antique-style BBS appeared in his curtains.

This is part of the dark net.

As a dark corner not included in databases of major search engines, this global forum of less than 10,000 active users acts as a hub of trade in the Internet.

People trade in Bitcoin, and everything the Internet can do, legal or illegal, can be rewarded here.

After releasing information about the investigation of Dr. Z's e-mail and telephone line, Professor Miele hung up on a bit of pay with meat pain.

A smile appeared on his face, swiftly turning off the computer and leaning back against the chair.

All he needs to do now is study the enormous amount of information in that paper and wait for Dr. Z's mailbox and phone number to appear in his mailbox.

Even if this Dr. Z never left his contact details on the Internet, he never responded to the questions in his thesis, but in a place like the Dark Net, where masters are clouds, there should be nothing that hackers can't do.

This may be a little rude, but it's all for science.

If Dr. Z is recruited into his research team, there is no doubt that his research will be half as successful.

Believe in your own words, after a few words with yourself, that Dr. Z will definitely be moved by the conditions he has set...

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