Cultivate a black technology god

Chapter 171 The Sleeping Player's Diary

Office of the President of Zhixia Technology.

Xia Zhi propped his chin and listened to secretary Xiao Mo's report, then sighed lightly:

"Mr. Robert has really come to where he is today."

Xiao Mo asked softly:
"Do we need to cooperate with the police to arrest Mr. Robert?"

Zhixia Technology's smart city platform has been deployed in many medium and large cities around the world. If Robert is in such a city, he can easily be captured by Zhixia Technology's cameras.

Xia Zhi replied:
"Well, let's follow the formal procedures, but I don't think Mr. Robert is that stupid. He won't do anything like throwing himself into a trap."

Xiao Mo nodded.

Xia Zhi also mentioned the twelve gamers who fell asleep.

Xiao Mo hurriedly said:

"By the way, the police also hope that Zhixia Technology can assist their medical team to provide medical assistance to these twelve patients. After all, this kind of case is unprecedented. They hope to have a team proficient in procedural theory."

Xia Zhi nodded.

The plot in the movie novel is played out in reality.

He didn't expect a game to have such a great magic power, making people's consciousness fall asleep in it.

Hard to imagine.

He continued to nod in acquiescence to Xiao Mo's problem, and he would send his most capable men to intervene in the treatment of the sleeping player's case.

In addition, he will personally participate in the research.

Not only to save people, but he is also very curious about what Robert did to make normal people fall into the 01 sequence.

That afternoon, Xia Zhi showed up at Arkhangel Hospital.

The medical team here, including the police force, surrounded them.

When the patient's family members saw Xia Zhi appear, some of them were emotional and insisted on discussing with Xia Zhi.

Although the culprit of this incident was Mr. Robert, but Mr. Robert could not be found, so they could only divert their firepower and target the game platform: Zhixia Technology.

The police stationed here pulled the family members away in time and asked them to go to the rest room to calm down.

After comforting the family members, the police chief came over and held Xia Zhi's hand, and said solemnly:
"Mr. Xia Zhi, this unusual case still needs the help of Zhixia Technology."

Xia Zhi nodded:
"Should be."

Xia Zhi checked the status of each sleeping player separately, and then called the medical team to the meeting room to discuss the treatment plan.

The treatment plan discussed at this meeting is no longer limited to drug treatment, but focuses on the mysterious and mysterious plan of computer programs.

Because after this period of conventional treatment, the sleeping player showed no signs of improvement.

A few cases even showed signs of deeper slumber.

So they plan to take a different approach and treat patients from a procedural perspective, that is, to pull out sleeping players from the game.

Xia Zhi looked at the team of programmers sent by Zhixia Technology.

The person in charge, Han Yuanchao, began to report to Xia Zhi, what they found during this period:

"Since Robert was arrested and his server was blocked, we have easily entered his source code terminal."

"After this period of research, we found that the source code of the game "Secret Walk" released by Robert is dynamically operated. Both the game plot and the execution mechanism are automatically generated by the program. We can regard it as a big game. AI Framework."

Xia Zhi frowned.

Han Yuanchao continued to explain:
"This framework can be regarded as a farm for cultivating artificial intelligence, and this farm is also self-aware, and it is itself an artificial intelligence."

Han Yuanchao added:
"So for every sleeping player, the copy of the game they enter is different, because their copy of the game is automatically generated."

Xia Zhi grasped the point of the question and asked:
"Where did this generated mechanism come from? Could it be related to the game players themselves."

Han Yuanchao nodded:
"Yes, there is a very advanced guiding plot in the program, just like a very professional psychiatrist, she will dig out the scene that the player wants to present, and then generate such a plot by the source code simulation, which makes the player easy to immerse in it Source code that cannot be extricated."

Xia Zhi gasped.

Is this Robert's code already so amazing?
There is a tendency to faintly surpass the black technology of the system.

Doesn't this guy have a golden finger?

I always feel that this kind of program should not be born in the current stage of human civilization.

Seemingly guessing what Xia Zhi was thinking, Han Yuanchao said:
"One of the most intriguing aspects of Mr. Robert's source code is his artificial intelligence baseline evolution program, so whether it is playing a psychiatrist, cultivating artificial intelligence, or automatically generating plots, it is a great weapon."

Xia Zhi clenched his fists.

This Robert is a fucking talent.

But the mess this talent left them is not easy to clean up.

Xia Zhi looked at Han Yuanchao and asked:

"What are your thoughts now?"

Han Yuanchao said:
"We intend to go deep into the game plot, find the player in the plot, and then take him away."

Another technician added:
"It's like Inception."

Xia Zhi was taken aback for a moment, and said in surprise:
"How sure are you? Those who enter later won't be caught in it too?"

Han Yuanchao shook his head:
"Theoretically not, because the evolution center of artificial intelligence is still sleeping players, and we are outsiders. However, considering that artificial intelligence will continue to evolve, for the sake of safety, we have developed an artificial intelligence reverse engineering program. This program will Continuously recording the evolution of artificial intelligence will provide feedback to us at specific nodes, which is equivalent to reminding us every once in a while that we are in the plot of the game."

Xia Zhi asked again:

"The technician enters the player's plot, how does the outside world monitor?"

Han Yuanchao returned to Xia Zhi:

"We have been using a 'diary recording' method to feed back the player's plot to the outside world." He said, looking at a member of the group.

This member called up the information and introduced to Xia Zhi:
"Before we were worried about destroying the balance of the game plot, so we didn't dare to enter the game plot rashly. We guided the players to record their own experiences, that is, write a diary, to feed back the plot."

Xia Zhi showed an interested expression:

"journal?"

The members showed the information to Xia Zhi.

Looking at the densely packed handwriting, Xia Zhi frowned and asked:

"What do you think of these?"

The member explained:

"The game plot that the player is caught in is actually sliced. It is a plot evolved by artificial intelligence under the feedback of the player's brain. To us outsiders, it is like a fragmented plot, so for us, those intermittent plots are not as good as the player's. This 'diary' I sorted out by myself."

Xia Zhi nodded and asked again:

"Can this plan be implemented now?"

Han Yuanchao nodded:
"Some time ago, we solicited the opinions of the medical team and obtained the consent of the patient's family, and we are ready to start 'procedural treatment'."

Xia Zhi sat up straight:
"I'm also here during this time."

With Xia Zhi sitting in charge, everyone seemed to have a backbone, and their eyes became more determined.

The spiritual diary of the sleeping player "Roh Walden":

"The first letter from St. Petersburg
You thought at the time that my adventure was going to be a disaster, but now it looks like it's off to a good start, and you must be deeply relieved.

I arrived here yesterday, and the first thing I did was to write to you to reassure my dear sister, and to ask you to increase your confidence in the success of my expedition.

I am now located in the north thousands of miles away from London. When I was walking on the streets of St. Petersburg, the breeze brought a bit of cold air to my face, which lifted my spirits and a kind of joy flooded my heart.

Can you understand how I feel?This breeze came from the destination of my journey, and it gave me a taste of the icy and snowy climate in advance.

This hopeful breeze inspires and fills my imagination.

I tried to convince myself that the poles were uninhabited and icy places, but in vain.

What always emerges in my mind is a beautiful picture scroll that is infinitely yearning for.Margaret, where the sun is like a huge ball of fire always running back and forth close to the horizon, shining with eternal magnificence.

There—forgive me, my sister, I still have some confidence in the navigators of the past—the ice has melted, and we will sail on a peaceful sea, and then perhaps drift to a beautiful and fantastic land. On, there, all the beauties of the land that man has lived so far gather together.

The properties and features of the poles may be unique, as may the wonders that may exist on celestial bodies not yet explored by man.

In a land of eternal light, what is impossible?There, I may discover the magical power that attracts the steel needle.

It may also be possible that this trip alone will help to unravel the perplexing, never-to-be-resolved mysteries encountered in thousands of celestial studies.

My intense curiosity will be greatly satisfied when I overlook this land that I have never visited before, and set foot on this land that perhaps no human being has ever set foot.

All this excited me enough to overcome my fear of danger and death, and induced me to eagerly embark on this arduous voyage.

The joy is that of a child when he boards a boat with his holiday mates for an adventure along the creek in front of his house.

Besides, even if all these fantasies are unrealistic, you can't deny that if I discover a sea route that can pass through the poles and reach some other countries, it will be of immeasurable benefit to human beings for generations.

Now, reaching those countries requires at least several months of sailing.Perhaps I will also be able to unravel the mysteries of magnetism, for to do that an expedition like mine is necessary.

When I thought of this, the uneasiness I felt when I first started writing the letter suddenly disappeared, and a surge of passion surged in my heart and went straight to the sky.

Nothing makes the will more indestructible than unshakable resolve, and my soul will gather all its intelligence to focus on this purpose.

This is my dream adventure.

I have read avidly the accounts and books of various voyages through the seas near the poles and into the Arctic Ocean.

You may recall that our Uncle Thomas' library was full of nautical histories of such expeditions.

Although my other education was neglected, I loved to read.

I studied those historical volumes day and night.

But the more I became acquainted with them, the more I regretted it, because when I was a child I knew that my father's last words forbade my uncle to allow me to pursue a seafaring career.

Then I read some fine poems, and the passion that poured out of them overwhelmed me, and for the first time my childhood dreams began to fade.

I became a poet myself, and for a whole year I lived in a paradise of my own making.

I fancied that I too would one day occupy a place in the hallowed halls of art dedicated to Homer and Shakespeare.

You know very well the failure, the bitter disappointment, which I suffered afterwards.

It was at that time that I inherited my cousin's property, and my idle ideals of the hour began to revive, and I began to return to my old business.

Six years have passed since I made up my mind to undertake this expedition.

However, I can still clearly remember the moment when I decided to dedicate myself to this great cause.

I began to accustom my body to the rigors of life, and I made several voyages to the North Sea with the whalers.

I endured the trials of cold, hunger, thirst, and the desire for sleep without complaint.

By day I work harder than the common sailor;

In the evenings I studied mathematics, medical theory, and other natural sciences of practical value to seafaring explorers.

Twice I actually took the position of second mate on a Greenlandic whaling ship, and I earned the respect of others for my excellence.

I must confess that I was somewhat proud when the captain later made me first mate, and was eager to keep me, for it showed how highly he valued my work.

Now, my dear Marguerite, am I not worthy to perform a great deed?

I could have lived a life of extravagance in a leisurely way, but I would rather choose glory than the temptation of all kinds of wealth in the journey of life.

Oh, how I wish someone could push and motivate me firmly!I have great grit and determination, but my will falters at times and my emotions get low at times.

I am about to embark on a long and arduous voyage, in which fortitude and daring will be called upon in every emergency:

Not only do I have to lift the spirits of the rest of the crew, but I also have to keep my faith when they are down.

Now is the ideal season to travel in Russia.People galloped across the snow in sledges;

It was a very pleasant mode of transport, much better than English carriages.

If you wrap yourself tightly in a parka, the cold can't get in - I've bought one of those coats.

After all, there is a huge difference between walking around on deck and sitting there for hours without moving, and without exercise the blood can almost freeze in the veins.I don't want to lose my life on the road.

In two or three weeks, I will set off for Archangel.

I intended to charter a boat there, which would be very easy, provided I paid the owner a sum of insurance, and had a sufficient number of sailors familiar with whaling.

I don’t plan to leave until June next year. When will I return?
Ah, dear sister, how can I answer this question?If I succeed, it will be months, if not years, before we meet.

But if that fails, then you'll either see me soon or never.

Goodbye, my dear and best Margaret.

May God bless you and bless me with the opportunity to continue to thank you for your love and kindness in the future.

your dear brother roe walden
December [-], [-]"

(End of this chapter)