Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

ABC guess resolved!

This is an absolutely history-making day for both the mathematical community and the future destiny of human civilization.

Cornell University of America, as the manager of the Arxiv preprinted electronic repository, is honored to feel this much earlier and more deeply than anyone else.

Cornell University School of Computer Engineering.

The tranquility of the morning was broken by a sudden accident.

The Arxiv database, which had been running fairly steadily, was suddenly washed down by explosive-growth traffic, as if it had suffered a violent DOS attack.

“Shit! Is today a special holiday? Why are you logged in with this point..."

“Visits increased a hundredfold… God, what happened last night? ”

“The ghost knows! Call Los Alamos National Laboratory and let them use the backup server! ”

“Already used… give up, there must be a problem with such a huge number of visits, definitely not due to normal visiting behavior! ”

The lab was a mess.

Faced with a collapsed server, several professors were hired to solve the problem, but there was still nothing they could do.

Arxiv's visits have been relatively steady, with one morning peak and one evening peak, and most of the time, everyone chooses to search for new research progress in several of the research directions they track.

It is also for this reason that the Los Alamos National Laboratory, which operates the server, allocates additional server resources to ARXIV. Nevertheless, it was not expected that the plan would keep pace with the changes.

The extra point of additional backup server resources is simply a cup of water truck salary. The surge of traffic instantly paralyzed the entire site, and now no one can get in...

Dr. Osmond, who was in charge of maintaining the database, was sweating so hard that he saw the situation go out of control that he immediately called the Los Alamos National Laboratory and asked the engineer there to pull the switch on the server and then start checking the server's memory to find the cause of the malfunction in offline mode.

Unlike other not-for-profit, non-academic databases, ARXIV, as a public-interest open-electronic pre-printed library of literature, would not profit from this, even if the traffic doubled a few times, so he had no emotions other than to feel overwhelmed.

Looking at the coming system engineer, Dr. Osmond stopped him and asked in a hurry.

“What about Los Alamos National Laboratory? How's the server troubleshooting going over there? ”

The same weight was written on the engineer's face.

Although similar situations have been encountered before, they are far less exaggerated to the extent that they are now facing.

“Troubleshooting… no new messages yet. ”

“Damn it!” Screaming, Dr. Osmond couldn't help but whisper, "Which bastard is idle enough to do nothing and stare at the electronic library? The cows are forcing you to go to the Fed! ”

“Perhaps it was rejected. Want to vent it?” The engineer shrugged his shoulders and helplessly put forward a hypothesis, which Dr. Osmond rejected without even thinking about.

“Impossible, whether or not that kind of idiot can use the computer correctly is a problem. ”

Being rejected by Arxiv is quite difficult because even “folk mathematics” has a separate classification here that serves as a reserve for folk scholars to entertain themselves.

Only those who cannot locate their thesis are likely to be “rejected” for non-conforming issues, so Dr. Osmond has almost no hesitation in ruling out this possibility.

Just as a group of people rushed like ants on a hot pot, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the lab.

A man in a suit walked in almost small and said as he walked in.

“The results are out at the Los Alamos National Laboratory! ”

Upon hearing this, Dr. Osmond did not hesitate for a second and immediately looked at him and asked abruptly.

“What the hell is going on?! ”

“Proof of ABC's conjecture…”

Dr. Osmond stood still and looked at him wonderfully and asked.

“Proof of ABC guesses?! What do you mean...”

“Engineers at Los Alamos National Laboratory pulled the wrong log and found that almost all traffic points to the same level three domain name," the expression on that man's face was like a ghost, he swallowed his mouth and spit, hard to say, "Holy shit! A paper, and a pre-printed copy, paralyzes the server... it's the first time in my life that I've encountered something so exaggerated! ”

……

The collapse of the Arxiv server is just the beginning.

ABC speculated that the proven message quickly spread across the mathematical world along the line, and the sound of surprise spread like a tsunami.

Due to the complete collapse of the Arxiv server and the inaccessibility of the website, many people who had not been able to get down to the thesis could only crazily infiltrate the LSPM forum left by the Ark on their personal page, where they shared and exchanged information about ABC's assumptions.

Meanwhile, Princeton Institute of Advanced Studies.

Dr. Woolly Vernal of the Faculty of Mathematics, walked into Professor Sanak's office.

Because of his emotions, he even forgot to knock on the door, pushed open the door of the office and made a report in an exciting, incessant voice.

“Professor! ”

When he heard the voice coming from the door, Professor Sanak frowned slightly, stopping the ballpoint pen in his hand and looking in the direction of his students.

“Good morning, Mr. Vernal. I wonder what happened? So much so that you forget the manners of knocking before opening the door. ”

“I'm sorry, but this is amazing!” I swallowed my mouth, and Vernal, breathing again, continued in a trembling tone, "You would never have guess--”

The sound of the pen cap banging on the desktop interrupted his speech, Professor Sanak said in an impatient tone.

“I want you to be clear in a minute, otherwise...”

“It's an LSPM project group! Just an hour ago, they uploaded the complete proof of ABC's assumptions to Arxiv! ”

LSPM Project Groups…

Full proof of ABC guesses?!

As soon as he heard the statement, Professor Sanak's eyes stared as big as a ping-pong ball and immediately stood behind the desk and said in a flame.

“What about the thesis? Did you download it? ”

“No...” Dr Vernal swallowed his mouth and his face was filled with bitter expressions, "Arxiv's website had been paralysed by the time I found out about it. ”

Paralyzed?!

When I heard this totally unexpected news, Sanaak was standing there all alone.

It took him about five minutes before he slowly returned to God.

The gaze unwittingly moved to the corner of the office, looking at the calendar placed there, only to see the date of April 30th.

Thinking of what Professor Feverman had said some time earlier, Sanaak's eyes gradually shook with a clear shock and his pupils filled with unbelievable divinity.

Did they get it by the end of the month?

It's a god!

At the same time, almost in the same building.

Professor Feverman, sitting in his office, also turned his attention to the calendar on the desk after learning that ABC had proven his suspicions.

He sighed softly and spoke to himself with regret.

“That's a huge loss...”

I wish I was insisting.

I don't know if he's gonna insist on it, but once Sanak's old man's gambling, he's gonna bet on it?

Not to mention beating him hard, at least this week's coffee, someone paid for it...

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