From black technology to super engineering

At eight o'clock in the evening, Ye Ming returned to the RC team laboratory.

Because the forklift plan of the magic modification was so simple and rude, Jiang Yongliang, Tao Zheng and others directly moved the modification site to the competition preparation hall, and the laboratory was emptied instead, so it happened that Ye Ming was thinking about the plan alone.

He had just invited someone to eat hot pot, and he still had a bottle of Wanglaoji in his hand.

As for who he invited...

Naturally, Qi and Mo and her cousin were invited.

After introducing each other's names, Ye Ming said that he guessed right. The surnames of Qi and Mo's family are indeed very special. Her cousin's surname is Mo, and Mo Zi's Mo is called Mo Gu.

This name is really pleasing to the ear, and it sounds elegant and empty when you hear it—until Qi Yumo blinked and asked him to think about it again, Cousin Mo Gu immediately said that if you remind me again, I will tear your mouth.

So Ye Ming understood.

Sister Mushroom!

No wonder her WeChat name is True Lord Baidie.

It sounds like a fairy, but I didn't expect it to be a fungus.

As for why the sisters were invited to dinner...

Of course, it was because Cousin Mo was in a brain-computer research group, and she herself was a graduate student in neurobiology.

It's okay for Old Tang to let him design the project himself, but he's not stupid, at least he's not stupid.

Returning to his seat and sitting down, Ye Ming took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Qi and Mo to express his thanks.

Message back soon.

"You're welcome, I'll go shopping with my cousin for a while, and she said that she will give you the information when I get back."

"Okay, thank you Ms. Mushroom for me."

Three seconds later.

"...Dare to call her a mushroom, you are finished O(∩_∩)O haha~!"

...

Ye Ming put down his phone, opened the document, and downloaded several cutting-edge papers on brain-computer interface. While reading it, he discussed with Ita how to proceed.

"Ita, according to what you said, you don't need to be too troublesome to interfere with my brain..."

"Yes, you can even collect signals with only one or two electrodes—I suggest you start with two electrodes."

"How fast can the discharge frequency of the two electrodes transmit effective information? You have to consider my feelings."

Ye Ming suddenly became dissatisfied.

Good guy, since Ye Ming leaked that a single signal source can actually transmit signals through Morse code, Ita began to "bewitch" Ye Ming to "do it" first.

This is theoretically possible, but how many times do you need to discharge electricity per second to transmit a valid character? Even if Ita promised that he could control the frequency of interference, Ye Ming didn't dare to take risks and couldn't bear it.

He'd better wait.

"By the way, I asked you to think about how to effectively use logic gates. How is your thinking? There is also a single-chip microcomputer structure-no need to generate pictures in my head."

"According to the instruction set structure you mentioned, I generated one billion sixty-three million eight thousand and nine hundred and forty-five instructions to perform different calculations and storage areas..."

Ye Ming's eyes widened in an instant: "I'm stupid!"

"bad language."

Ye Ming suddenly felt that his brain was a bit out of order.

An instruction set of a billion instructions?

It's not a "nice guy" at all, it's...

Well, he can't describe it in words.

"Wait, don't worry, don't be too busy to let yourself go, you have to slow down about the chip's architecture and assembly instructions-and you don't want to simulate 1 billion trillion... billions of transistors! Just one hundred One hundred million, okay?"

"OK."

"Very good, you play by yourself, remember, what you want to simulate is a chip and system running in my world."

"Okay, but I have a problem."

"what is the problem?"

"Why should I follow the calculation logic of your world?"

Ita's "philosophical" words made Ye Ming startled.

After pondering for a few seconds, he replied: "Because if you don't master the architecture of modern computers, then even if you 'come out', you won't be able to understand the information."

"Why can't I read it? Whether it's hexadecimal or binary, I can read it freely."

"..." Ye Ming heard that one head was bigger than two: "You mean, you directly obtain data through my bioelectric resonance, right?"

"Yes."

"Idiot! Speed! Data transmission speed! Even if you connect my brain to high-voltage electricity, it can't meet the data speed of GB/S at every turn."

"..."

Seeing Ita's rare silence, Ye Ming snorted happily.

A few seconds later, Ita replied unabashedly, "There must be a solution."

"Well, come on, I'll wait."

//This is probably a more rigorous black-tech brain-computer setting, right? I am really good at cooking and love to play...

Ye Ming said and picked up the phone.

True Monarch Baidie sent a message.

...

In the next three days, relying on Mogu's information and some published scientific research results and papers, Ye Ming quickly completed a project draft on "collecting brainwave signals to control the robotic arm".

In the draft, he listed 36 brain signal collection points, as well as a simple idea of ​​the denoising algorithm—it’s not mysterious, it’s nothing more than AI learning. Then combine the brain waves of different scenes—to put it bluntly, to concentrate on completing hand movements—with the electronic control system of the robotic arm.

The reason for choosing the robotic arm is because Ye Ming thinks it is cooler to control the robotic arm, and it can perfectly continue his "Robot Arm" series of videos on station B.

After submitting the draft to Teacher Tang, he also got a big surprise.

Boss Tang sent the money.

...

At eight o'clock in the morning on Thursday, Ye Ming went straight to the Computer Academy with his mobile phone and assembly language textbook.

Naturally, he has read assembly language and understands it literally.

But what he understands is knowing what it is, and it is a bit reluctant to fully understand why it is - assembly language is generally learned in conjunction with computer principles.

This morning's compilation class is a professional course in software engineering and computer science, taught by Professor Chen Xiaofang—but it is said that Professor Chen has been calling him a substitute for graduate students recently—this is why Ye Ming came to take it.

After all, he knew Lao Chen so well, so he was a little embarrassed to come here to take Lao Chen's class.

Among a group of sophomore seniors, Ye Ming directly chose a good seat in the back row of the classroom, then bowed his head and opened the book.

It's not shabby for taking classes, but it's best not to be named.

As the voices in the classroom gradually quieted down, Professor Chen Xiaofang also walked and chatted with Shen Ruhai into the classroom.

"Hello, students, it seems that everyone arrived today."

Professor Chen Xiaofang looked at the whole classroom with his iconic smile.

Except for the back row, the front seats were full, which made him very satisfied.

"Since everyone is here, let's not waste time by calling names. Let's continue with the next lesson."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and opened his notebook.

In the quiet classroom, he suddenly heard a low "Fuck".

Moreover, the voice seemed to come from Shen Ruhai.

He looked up slightly dissatisfied, and saw a familiar face at the back of the classroom.