Narrator Neural Network - This is the name Gawain gave to the future Cecil Mind Network. It will be a very large-scale and far-reaching project, and the fields involved are naturally not scientific research assistance. So simple.
According to Gao Wen’s plan, the Narrator Neural Network will cover multiple fields such as scientific research, communications, education, and public entertainment. It can provide computing power support for a large number of scientific research projects, and can also become an integral part of people’s daily lives. An indispensable part, and even one day in the future, the huge narrator neural network will become a... giant wetland that covers the entire Cecil Empire through its tens of thousands of human brain nodes that remain connected at all times. file host.
The distributed devices connected to the narrator’s neural network will become the interactive end of the wetware host. The surplus computing power of countless human brains will light up an unprecedented information technology line, and a huge number of ordinary people will People can contribute computing power to the empire in a safe manner. This process will also enrich the spiritual life of citizens, and all of this will start from this empire computing center.
This is the method Gawain thought of to open the next level of the technology tree in this world whose physical rules are completely different from those of the earth. It is also an important part of his harmless transformation of the technology of the eternal sleeper. .
Wendy was describing what she saw in the "phantom" with a little excitement, and the archbishops nearby were obviously very interested in what she was describing - to be fair, Cecil's current The "narrator neural network" is actually very primitive, and the "entertainment projects" it can present are not much better than these eternal sleepers. They once created a dream city that was fake and real, and created a paradise-like " "Perfect Shelter", in Gawain's opinion, the attraction of that thing is no worse than a few magic movie clips or some "entertainment scenes", or even stronger.
But what the "narrator neural network" presents is very different from the city of dreams: it has a development limit that is difficult for the latter to reach, and it can be flexibly adjusted at any time and can be customized into countless "New content", after the realization of neural thorn technology, this "customization" process can even be completed by ordinary people, and the dream city...
The eternal sleeper creates the dream city, and more It is just to make it a "spiritual container" to accommodate computing nodes to facilitate the collection of computing power. The extremely high magical threshold means that only bishops and even higher-level priests have the ability to modify its contents. In fact, bishops and Archbishops usually have no intention of modifying it.
In this way, no matter how perfect the dream city is, it is just a rigid bonsai. From the day it was born, it has already been in its final form. The limitations of traditional magic determine that even if it accepts Reshape it, it can only be a new bonsai, and it can only be in the hands of a few powerful priests.
The archbishops at the scene are not stupid people. They can see the difference at a glance, and naturally realize that once this thing enters the lives of "ordinary people"What impact does it bring.
Returning the extraordinary to mortals... From the time they set foot on Cecil's land until now, they have truly realized the meaning of this "slogan" for the first time in a field they are familiar with.
“This thing is basically harmless to ordinary people - of course, being connected for a long time will cause fatigue, and being too immersed in it may cause some psychological problems, but these hazards are the same as those of the old Neurotransformation and even 'Brain Servant' technology are completely negligible in comparison," Gao Wen patted the lid of the immersion chamber next to him and said with a smile, "The current limitations are mainly that the production of the immersion chamber is more difficult, and The craftsmanship required to build the Mind Hub is very demanding. Currently, only a few factories in the empire can produce qualified components, and the training of workers is also very slow.”
There is no doubt about the immersion chamber and the Narrator Neural Network. They are something that crosses the times, and their advantages over traditional communications, entertainment, media and other things are obvious, but this does not mean that Cecil will enter the information age tomorrow, nor does it mean that newspapers and magic network broadcasts across the country will soon Soon they will be replaced by new technologies – it all takes time.
Experts from the Machinery Manufacturing Institute and the Magic Technology Research Institute worked hard for a long time before they managed to solve the problem of mass production of the immersion chamber so that it could be produced in factories without having to install one in the laboratory. The platform was hammered out, and now they have to find ways to overcome the mass production difficulties of the mental hub. In addition, skilled workers with assembly capabilities and personnel who can maintain the computing center are even scarcer. It is not known how long it will take to train them to scale - so in It is foreseeable that the narrator neural network will be in the development stage for a long time, and traditional communications, entertainment, media and other things will coexist with it for a long time.
Gawain told Yuri and others some knowledge about industrialized production and social promotion. He didn’t talk much, he just explained some concepts in an easy-to-understand manner, but it was enough to make them think for a long time. It's been a long time.
This is something they have never considered in the past many years.
"...We have indeed buried ourselves underground for too long," Magnum laughed self-deprecatingly and shook his head, "Our eyes and ears are blocked by the soil."
A tall, slender, young-looking archbishop glanced at Magnum: "But fortunately we still have a chance to make amends..."
"That's right, okay. While you still have a chance to make amends," Gawain took a deep look at the people in front of him, "I am very happy to see that all the archbishops and a considerable number of bishop-level priests chose Cecil. The person in charge at the border reported to me that you did your best to bring a large number of brain servants over - during this long escape journey, you ensured the survival of all brain servants, which proves your awareness. < /p>
“Those brain servants will be properly taken care of, and the Druid Research Association will also make every effort to find ways to cure and awaken them, and you will become members of the Empire’s technical department, doing things you are better at. ofmatter.
"I have prepared a project for you."
"Project?" Yuri repeated the word subconsciously.
"I hope you won't be scared by the name of the project," Gao Wen smiled, "The computing center you are in is part of it - its name is 'narrator neural network' , yes, he is the 'upper-level narrator' you are familiar with..."
As soon as Gawain finished speaking, the faces of the archbishops turned visibly white. Wendy, who was standing at the front, even She subconsciously took a half step back and touched her neck with lingering fear, as if someone would give her a needle in the next second.
"Excuse me for asking, Your Majesty," Samler hesitated again and again, and finally couldn't help but speak, "This name... should be just a name..."
" It's a pity, of course it will have something to do with the 'Upper Narrator'." Gawain slowly stopped smiling and said in a serious manner, "Be prepared, we will still have a long time to deal with 'gods' "
Yuri and Magnan looked at each other, Wendy and Semler looked thoughtful, and Gawain breathed softly and slowly opened his hands——
"Then, one last time, welcome to Cecil, welcome...to join the Disobedient Project."
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The giant sun is gradually approaching the western horizon, The brilliant crown released its last light and heat of the day at the lower end of the clouds. The orange-red glow spread along the rolling hills and plains, and finally stopped on the jagged mountains on the edge of the Throat of Orlandale. It became a series of jagged, golden edges.
Hardylan Augustus, who has short black hair and slightly curly body and is tall and straight, stood on a hill near the Throat of Orandale, overlooking the huge collapse with an expressionless face. The rift valley, as well as the cracks and cracks at the bottom of the rift valley, still emitted light smoke. The wind blowing from the plains blew his cloak, and the royal crest on the cloak shone brightly in the sun.
The loyal Obsidian Forbidden Army stood behind Hardilon, and several high-ranking knights looked at His Royal Highness the Prince in front of them with some worry - as a son of Augustus, Hardilon was in Orlandale The Throat has been a cursed place for too long.
This is the place where the old imperial capital collapsed, and it was also the beginning of the Augustus family’s curse. Some kind of power beyond human understanding may still be entrenched in this land. The existing experience and lessons have proved it. This point - being too close to the Throat of Orlandale is very harmful to the people of the Augustus family. This has a certain chance of causing their already unstable mental state to rapidly deteriorate, or causing the curse to break out in advance. Therefore, Typhon Only the royal family members will stay away from this place as much as possible, and even try not to be exposed to the "information" sent back to the Imperial Capital from the Throat of Orandale.
However, Hadiron Augustus had been in this area for half a day.
"Your Highness," a senior knight officer finally couldn't help it.Taking a step forward, "The wind in the wilderness is harmful to your health. You can go back and rest first..."
"It's not the wind in the wilderness that is harmful to your health, right?" Hadilon turned around and glanced at the knight with a smile. , "Don't worry, I'm paying attention to my mental state. I'm a person who cherishes life."
The knight opened his mouth, and finally stepped back helplessly, while Hardilon turned back and continued to look. In the direction of the Throat of Orandale.
He could vaguely hear some whispers coming from that direction, and could feel that some ancient and indescribable power was still slowly flowing deep in the thick, cold, dark earth and rocks. However, as an Augustus... he could still vaguely sense its existence.
That kind of power seemed to be tempting him to come forward, but the willpower training he had received since childhood allowed Hardiron to easily restrain his impulse and keep a safe distance from that force and those whispers.
He was curious about what that thing was, but he also knew that "curiosity" was often the most deadly and harmful thing when dealing with something indescribable.
After waiting for a while, a team of knights fully armed and carrying precious talismans finally came out from the direction of the Throat Rift of Orandale.
"The exploration team is back!" the officer on the hill said happily.
Those who set out to investigate the situation soon met up with the knights led by Hadilon. A gray-haired knight was the leader of the exploration team. He came to Hadilon and picked up the After taking off his helmet, he saluted and said: "Your Highness, we found some passages and ruins of the city below, but the road leading deeper has completely collapsed, and it looks like it was just blown up. In addition, the structure in the center of the rift valley is very dangerous. , Small-scale collapses are still occurring. We suspect that there was originally a supported space below, but now it has mostly collapsed."
"...The local security chief said that people were injured on 45 last month. That day, I heard several consecutive noises louder than thunder, all coming from the direction of the rift valley, and they sounded like they were coming from underground," a knight standing behind Hardilon said, "We also found Some hidden strongholds have been destroyed."
"It's regrettable," Hardilon slowly shook his head, "Those 'Eternal Sleepers'...it seems that they evacuated very decisively. , and the purpose is clear. Even if we dig out those collapsed caves, there will probably be nothing valuable inside."
"Fortunately, there is news from Aldernan. One after another, Eternal Sleepers began to contact the royal family to seek asylum. Among them were even some strong men at the bishop level and specialized technicians. They also brought with them a lot of technical information," the knight officer said with relief, "They will finally There's no way to take everything away."
"There will only be more in the hands of the Cecilians...but there's nothing we can do about it," Hardy said.Lun said regretfully, he took one last look at the direction of the rift valley, and sighed softly, "It's time to go back. Get ready, let's leave - don't forget to pay the local guides who provided help, and pay attention to the security The officer conveyed his gratitude."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The knights immediately began to pack up and prepare to leave this cursed place, and the commander next to Hardilon spoke. Said: "Her Royal Highness Matilda has returned to Aldernan, and she should have gained a lot from her trip to Cecil."
"I have begun to look forward to what gifts she will bring me, "Hadilun couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, "I hope it won't be any weird food or magical props that can scare people - as the 'jewel' of the empire, she can't get along with her brother. It's not clever at all."
The knights didn't know how to continue this topic, so they could only pretend that they didn't hear anything and continue to be busy. Hardiron left it a little bored because no one responded to him. He curled his lips, shook his head, and walked towards the magic vehicle parked in the open space not far away, but before getting on the vehicle, he looked back in the direction of the Throat of Orandale.
The setting sun is almost completely sinking into the other side of the horizon. There is only a faint layer of red light left on the horizon. In the disappearing sunset glow, the undulating hills of the Throat of Orlandale have become illusory. Get hazy.
"Curse..."
Hadilon said softly.