Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Didn't keep him waiting long.

Half a cup of coffee, a printed piece of material was put in front of him by a thick, long robotic arm.

As satisfied as ever with the efficiency of Ai's execution, the ark that picked up the information turned two pages at will, and a slight surprise quickly surfaced in his eyes.

Until he got this information, he had made a lot of brain-hole speculations in his heart, but he didn't expect his academic history to be so clean, even a little heartbreaking.

What can I say?

His thesis has been distributed in a number of articles, not in terms of imaging factors and the number of citations, nor is it the kind of random water that comes out. His field of study is also quite extensive, covering both bioneural networks and mechanical neural networks, both of which have produced relatively prominent results.

The problem, however, is that he seems a little mixed up at the Swiss National Center for Neural Network Science...

Not so good?

Ten years have been spent in researchers' positions, and while at least one office counts as its own laboratory, neither research funding nor living expenses seem very generous.

This is extremely unusual for a scholar who has studied the field of neural network algorithms and biological neural networks for decades. Even if the direction he chose was a little cold, it wouldn't even be as cold as the lab.

Unless…

Because the problem of academic misconduct has been dealt with by the Institute, or someone has been offended.

In short, the ark can conclude that the strength reflected in this guy's paper is still good, but the academia is very common.

That reminds him of a collaborator a long time ago.

The man left Silicon Valley and Cornell University cold and went back to his hometown of Amsterdam to teach Professor Salot.

After a moment of reflection, the ark opened its mouth.

“Em. ”

Em: [Hmm? 0.0]

“Edit an e-mail for me and send it to Professor Mittel's e-mail,” said Tong, the ark continuing, “and I want to talk to him. ”

……

Swiss National Neural Network Research Centre.

He walked out of the missionary room with the textbook, humming a little song with the graduate professor Miel, and walked towards his office.

The computer was turned on, as usual, but when he was about to check his reward commission for results, he suddenly had two unread emails in his mailbox with strange addresses.

The mail was opened with suspicion, but when his gaze fell on the text, the whole person was frightened.

There is but one sentence in the text.

Heard you were looking for me?

With a cold sweat coming out of his forehead, Professor Miel's face looked like a ghost.

Someone could hack into the website where he bought the reward?

Not only did he get his real IP and lock in his identity, but he even got his work email?!

Although that website does not have such a deep background, it can escape the eyes of the international police, engage in illegal transactions for so many years, and without the ability to protect cybersecurity at all, it is impossible to live to this day.

Besides, that website is aimed at the most proficient user of server attacks, the kind of people who love to show their presence by doing things...

In fact, Miel does not know that cybersecurity protection based on traditional encryption technology is basically no different from security protection for an ark with a quantum computer.

It's the only physically isolated database that Em can't get into, and for an open network, it's basically free to go, and it's no different without a door.

The vest was revealed as if it had been stripped naked and thrown in the street.

With a trembling index finger, Miele opened a second email.

This time, he stunned.

Want to talk? The topic of virtual reality.

A 20mb attachment is also included at the end of the message.

Looking at this attachment, Miel hesitated for a moment.

But thinking that the other party could break even the black market security system on the dark net, so that he wouldn't play with the tricks, he downloaded the accessories and double-clicked the program to run.

Program started.

As he expected, it was something similar to communication software.

Although the interface is amateur, making audio calls is not a problem.

Soon, the processed electronic sound came from the computer across the street.

“Hello, Professor Miel. ”

“Hello... Dr. Z,” Professor Miele shrugged looking at the dark video window, "Looks like you've been investigating my personal information. ”

Ark: “I prefer to call it a courtesy. ”

Miele: “Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to accuse you... As for that reward, trust me, I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to share that paper about you. ”

As if to enhance his persuasion, Professor Miel cleared his voice and continued.

“In fact, I am also doing research in this area and have made some good progress. But, you know, it's really cold, and while there are a lot of people out there, especially the Internet companies in Silicon Valley, those vampire doors just want to sit around and enjoy themselves, hoping that we can give them fresh tricks, but they're not willing to pay for our research. ”

The ark eyebrows picked out the question: "So, are you in a hurry right now? ”

“That's not true. In fact, my research is very well funded. ”

Immediately refuting the argument of the Ark, Professor Miel suddenly turned his head and continued, “Are you coming to Switzerland? I can help you with the job, I can help you with the place to stay, and the green card. There is a state-of-the-art neural network science research center across Europe, and I am the director of… here. What you're seeing right now is my lab, and there's a lot of space here, and I'm sure you'll like it--”

“Well, Professor Miel, I'm not here to hear you brag. ”

Professor Miel's old face suddenly blushed and argued when he heard it with a few dramatic sounds.

“I'm not bragging. All I'm saying--”

Ark: “Whether you're telling the truth or not, I'm not interested in a country institute, much less the director there. I have my own lab and there are no financial problems. Do you think I need to come to Switzerland? ”

“Do you have your own lab? Where?” Miel added immediately, slightly stunned, "Of course, if you have good enough conditions on your side, I can give up this job and come to you... although I will soon be promoted to supervisor, I am willing to make sacrifices for science. ”

In one sentence, the supervisor has been demoted to the rank of Supervisor Reserve.

The Ark shook its head with a laugh when listening to these two or five sons of bitches.

With a slightly toned voice, he said.

“Not all sacrifices are valuable, you know what I mean? Professor Miel. ”

“I understand," Professor Miel shrugged for a while, “you're questioning my strength, am I right? ”

The Ark did not answer the call, which was the acquiescence of his statement.

Professor Miel was not angry when he realized this and continued to be patient.

“It's normal, after all, that you're the Dr. Z who saved the world in the media, and I'm just an unidentified researcher... I'm sure that's what you think. So I suggest we talk in person, and if you'd like to reimburse me for my ticket, I can...”

Ark: “There's no need for that. I'll ask you a few questions and you'll know if you have that skill. ”

Miel immediately said, "Ask. ”

Hearing this confident statement, the Ark laughed.

Clear his voice, he said.

“It is well known that the core components of neuro-accessible virtual reality technology can be divided into three parts, one is the acquisition of nerve signals, one is the processing of nerve signals and finally the output to the nervous system… that is, the 'language’ that the brain can read and transmit directly to the relevant brain regions in the form of electrical signals. ”

Miel: “I'm sure it's not something that's well known...”

Ark: “If you have a problem, we can talk next time. ”

Miel hastily said, "No, you go on. ”

Seeing him confessed so directly, and the ark did not compare with him, continued.

“… part of the concept I will not repeat. I have found a good solution to both the acquisition of neural signals and the transmission of electrical signals at present, but for one of the most critical problems… there is an extremely complex difficulty in outputting information directly to the brain. ”

“When the brain parses neural micro-current signals, it is difficult to ensure that every individual gets the same information from the same message. ”

The Ark repeated the principle of "brain imaging” that it had previously spoken to its sister, in a slightly more professional language, with Professor Miel.

Conceptual things don't involve too many sensitive issues, and there's nothing to hide.

In contrast, he wondered how the bull, who was studying the direction of biological neural networks and machine neural networks, viewed this academic dilemma.

After listening to Dr. Z's question, Miel frowned and thought.

He didn't respond for half a day when he saw the other side of the video, the ark said casually.

“You don't have to give me an immediate answer, I'm actually working on a solution to this myself. If you have any good ideas, you can send them to my email. ”

Professor Miel said with a headache: "If you want me to solve this problem, I'm afraid it's a little difficult. After all, the question you're asking is too abstract. But just the idea of solving the problem..."

Ark: “Do you have any good ideas? ”

“A little bit...”

Nodded, Professor Miel continued with a serious tone, “Why not consider distributed calculations? ”