From black technology to super engineering

"Teacher, let him do it alone?"

Watching Ye Ming go away, Yang Chaoxiong felt uneasy in his heart.

If Ye Ming came to help in the past and showed his genius temperament, they could accept and be convinced, then Professor Tang asked Ye Ming to design a project "individually", then Yang Chaoxiong really couldn't accept it.

We are all ordinary people, and it is relatively easy to accept the performance of certain geniuses in a certain field.

Among other things, let's take the ACM Invitational Tournament held by Dianke last year as an example-a group of 985 and 211 teams were directly slaughtered by the high school OI team.

And not only in the province, but also in ZJ. Z University organized an ACM, and it turned out that all the top 9 were high school students.

Do you dare not accept it? Don't accept the question.

But engineering subjects are different.

A great IQ is not necessary, what it needs more is extensive knowledge, insight and experience, care and patience, and a flash of inspiration from "blessing to the soul".

"You are not convinced?" Professor Tang returned to his desk and sat down, looking at Yang Chaoxiong with a smile.

This guy has been with him for four years, and he has already figured out what kind of temper he has.

On the surface, Yang Chaoxiong seems to be joking, likes to make jokes, and is the kind who is surprised when encountering problems - if he had changed his teacher, he might have been labeled as "unsteady and embarrassing".

But Tang Zhigao knew that everything was just an appearance.

This boy Yang Chaoxiong has the unique ruthlessness and unyielding stubbornness of a scientific researcher.

Don't think he likes to yell, but as long as the problem is not solved, he can yell for you for a year until you hit the south wall, either break the wall or smash your head.

"It's a bit." Yang Chaoxiong nodded frankly: "The brain-computer AI wheelchair project that you and Professor Chen plan to apply for, we have discussed it several times just to discuss the topic... He can't be alone as a group of our doctors and masters? You said Isn't that right, brother?"

Ma Jun had been thinking about the teacher's intentions. At this time, after hearing the words, he pondered for a few seconds and tentatively said: "There is no doubt that Ye Ming must be talented."

Yang Chaoxiong: "...Isn't this nonsense?"

Ma Jun smiled slightly: "I also participated in the opening discussion once, so I just ask, you and the other brothers, who has read the books in the field of biology and neurology?"

Yang Chaoxiong was stunned immediately, and after a while he shouted: "Please, brother, this is a big interdisciplinary topic! Please perform your duties!"

"In my opinion, each of them is responsible for different tasks. If we really want to promote the project quickly, everyone must have a basic understanding of interdisciplinary subjects. So Ye Ming's attitude alone is worthy of recognition. You said yes No, teacher."

Tang Zhigao nodded with a smile: "That's right! And who said that Ye Ming was the top of your group? No matter how talented he is, he is still an undergraduate. His energy and experience are limited, but his inspiration is different. Say Maybe he can bring some inspiration enough to promote the project?"

"Also, I really want to see how strong his hands-on ability is."

Tang Zhigao shook his head and smiled at Yang Chaoxiong while talking: "Also, you, sometimes you just can't hold your breath. Look at Ye Ming, he doesn't even ask about the thesis—you said that when you published the first thesis, How many times have you asked me?"

"Forehead……"

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Ye Ming was on the way to the dormitory.

He didn't hear Professor Tang's "praise" to him, otherwise he would blush.

Because even though he knew that it would take at least a month for CVPR to be heard, he still watched the progress of the task of publishing papers given by the system every day.

Now the task completion rate is just stuck at 40%, and it has not moved, which means there is no sound.

"It's over, I forgot to ask Mr. Tang to compile it."

While walking, Ye Ming stopped suddenly.

Ita's voice sounded in his head: "Assembly language is a low-level language for machines. I think you have explained it clearly."

"...It's all an illusion." Ye Ming simply found a chair and sat down, looking at the gradually lush campus, with a smile on his mouth: "Well, if you just talk about grammar, I have mastered it. If you let me write, I will I can write it too."

"Is there any problem then?"

"has a problem."

Ye Ming's eyebrows slowly frowned, and after a moment of silence, he said softly: "Ita, how many transistors can you simulate and generate at the same time now?"

"I don't know how to answer your question, because I haven't tried the upper limit."

"Well, let me tell you, the strongest single processor of human beings has a transistor count of less than 100 billion—do you think, if you simulate it, how many can you simulate?"

"Let me think about it."

Ye Ming was taken aback: "Fuck, don't..."

But he reminded a little late.

He only felt that his mind was instantly filled with "white light".

This "white light" is a logic gate connected in different ways - Ita directly generated and revealed "how the transistor was born".

This piece of white light stretched endlessly in his mind, as if it was going to reach the other side of his thinking.

Fortunately, Ita didn't "think" for long.

"Sorry - I just generated 100 billion 10 transistors."

"Scared me to death... I thought you were going to crash." Ye Ming breathed a sigh of relief: "That's 1 trillion transistors..."

"I'm talking about power."

"That's..." Ye Ming was stunned, and then got up instantly!

"Fuck! What are you talking about?"

100 billion to the tenth power, that is... 1e+110!

"I mean, this kind of logic gate structure is very low-level." Ita's voice came calmly: "I don't think it makes any sense for you to let me master these low-level structures. After all, I can understand the knowledge you gave me And theorems—I think it’s the mathematics that hold the real magic.”

"..."

Ye Ming took a deep breath.

nonsense!

In the eyes of a super AI, human traditional computers can indeed be scumbags.

But now she can't manifest into reality to serve mankind...

Then even if she is awesome, what's the use?

It’s nothing more than helping Ye Ming find some big prime numbers—the kind that I dare not disclose to the public—Ye Ming can’t say that I dreamed of a super big prime number, right…

And even if Ye Ming needs supercomputing power for data analysis, the birth of those data and algorithms are based on the existing computer system. Tell Ita a formula and a few numbers and wait for her to report the answer in a second. Unrealistic.

Therefore, Ye Ming's idea is that since Ita is so powerful, he will let Ita simulate a traditional computer, from logic gates to circuits to assembly and then to C language...

It is similar to installing a super virtual machine system based on the von Neumann structure in a super AI.

And then through the brain-computer interface, then he can let Ita successfully use the "wave-related resonance" technology to directly transmit the "program" and results she wrote to reality, and directly correspond to the human computer system .

Only in this way can she really help herself at work.

Only in this way can she grasp the existing technology and information of human beings more quickly.

"Don't say that logic gates are low-level in the future. Even if you are a quantum supercomputer, your underlying architecture is also composed of quantum, which is more 'low-level'."

"Oh? Do you know my underlying structure?" Ita's voice was curious: "Tell me about it."

"...I know a ghost, I guess it's okay?"

"Of course the host will do."

"...Stop talking nonsense, don't sleep, and understand how to improve the overall operation logic of the logic gate. I'm going to treat someone to dinner."