From black technology to super engineering

Hearing Ye Ming say that it was very difficult, Ita fell silent.

Ye Ming understands her "mentality".

——Finally "realized" and even able to work part-time, but can't receive feedback.

This feeling is like a blind man who uses a wireless brain computer to control a robotic arm to draw a beautiful painting, but he cannot appreciate it.

Of course, it's not that she hasn't received feedback—just today, she also received a signal from Ye Ming to use electrode discharge to stimulate the brain's discharge, but it was just a stimulating signal and had no meaning at all.

Unless there can be dense, regular, and information-containing electrode discharges—the "earplugs" envisioned by Ye Ming carry countless different electrodes that can discharge and receive electrical signals, so that it can allow Ita to complete the real interaction with reality with feedback.

But as Ye Ming said, firstly, he can't rub his hands out, and secondly, even if he can complete the design, if he wants to do it, the money needed is not something that can be done in five figures.

"continue working."

"good."

Ending the conversation, Ita continued writing code.

Ye Ming smiled bitterly without leaving a trace.

After so many days of "getting along", he has a precise grasp of Ita's "mentality".

First of all, it needs to be clearly stated that this intelligent assistance is indeed not an assistance in the literal sense.

She should have given birth to a super AI similar to human emotions.

If she is described by "mentality" instead of calculation ability or "IQ", then she is almost a 14- or 5-year-old girl.

Full of curiosity and exploration of the world.

You said, did Ye Ming ever worry that she would be out of control?

Of course there is!

But as a rational college student of science and engineering, Ye Ming quickly convinced himself that since it is intelligent assistance, it must follow the underlying logic.

Taking a step back, the system wants to play with itself, so it doesn't take so much effort...

Therefore, Ye Ming tried his best to meet Ita's needs.

more importantly!

——Ye Ming thought many times with his poor imagination, and the answer is that Ita should be born from a supercomputer based on quantum computing.

Only quantum supercomputing can have such powerful computing power.

Quantum supercomputing can indeed achieve such a powerful computing power.

If this is the case, then as long as Ita has enough knowledge, then there may be a possibility...

——She can complete the middle-level architecture between quantum computers and traditional computers for Ye Ming and for the entire human race!

In human terms, through a specific architecture and system, the tasks of traditional computers are transferred to quantum computers, and then the calculation results are "translated", so as to realize the universal use of quantum computers by humans.

The reason for this intermediate layer is that although the computing power of quantum computers is powerful, its architecture and logic are not compatible with the current traditional computers.

To put it bluntly, the current quantum computer has all the abilities, but it can only be used to complete specific tasks such as cryptographic large numbers, and cannot be used to play games or render.

Not even Tetris.

And now, Ita's idea is that this architecture and system, which serves as the middle layer between the quantum computer and the application of reality, should be completed by the brain-computer system.

You know, she has been unable to complain about the architecture of traditional computers.

This... just thinking about it makes me feel exciting.

How could Ye Ming not "help" her?

...

Time passed minute by minute.

"finished."

As Ita's voice sounded in his mind, Ye Ming also moved his neck with difficulty.

"Very well, but you have no notes."

“Internet is too slow.”

"How fast is 36 electrodes...but no matter how slow it is, you have to develop the habit of annotation."

"I'll pay attention next time."

Ye Ming smiled: "By the way, thank you."

"You're welcome."

Shaking his head slightly, Ye Ming took off his headgear and began to write notes while checking the code.

Ita's C++ and algorithms are completely inherited from him, and even the logical thinking is similar, so it is very easy for him to check.

After finishing the comments, Ye Ming pressed Debug, and a simple interface popped up immediately.

Then he dragged Guan Hai's EEG signal data packets into the interface.

Almost what you see is what you get, dense signal codes immediately popped out of the output box on the interface—these are all "effective" signals filtered by the AI ​​algorithm.

Immediately afterwards, he took out his own EEG signal for comparison, and after confirming that the algorithm was "temporarily" OK, he let out a long breath and turned on the compiler again.

Next, it is time to process these signals and turn them into driving signals for the robotic arm.

This...is another troublesome job.

...

The days slipped away quietly in the busyness, but in a blink of an eye, May was gone.

The provincial capital in June has begun to heat up.

Although there is no air-conditioning in the competition preparation hall of the provincial RC team, it is very cool because of the sufficient space and the wide open windows on all sides, with constant drafts blowing through the hall.

Since the submission of the video, the "closed" of the preparation hall has been lifted, and even the city gate has been opened wide, and everyone is actively welcome to visit.

In doing so, apart from the fact that the competition has been completed and there is no need for "secrecy", Li Dongsheng also hopes to take this opportunity to recruit more interested newcomers.

But it is clear that the effect is small.

After all... there are no real freshmen now, and the competition has just ended.

Except for those who really like to make robots, ordinary students can still hope to follow the competition and win a prize or something.

Today's competition preparation hall is also very lively.

In addition to the team members, Mr. Chen and several other teachers from the school league committee were there. In addition, there are some students watching the excitement around the sidelines.

After all, this place is both cool and lively to watch.

"Where's Ye Ming?"

Teacher Chen saw that the students in the student union who were in charge of taking pictures had already set up tripods, their heads were all in the viewfinder frame, and they were going to call eggplant in the next second...

But Ye Ming hasn't come yet.

He suddenly became a little angry: "What is this guy doing?"

"I'll make another call." Li Dongsheng immediately took out his phone upon hearing this.

At this time, a teacher of the school youth league committee also frowned slightly: "Is he still missing him? Is he so undisciplined?"

"Then don't wait!" Another female teacher also chimed in casually.

Then she suddenly felt something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Because everyone turned their heads and looked at her with weird expressions.

The same is true for Professor Chen.

"Hehe, Mr. Zhou, don't worry, you should be there soon." Li Dongsheng glanced at the female teacher, raised his phone and laughed.

Because Ye Ming hung up the phone for him.

Teacher Zhou, who didn't know why, nodded reservedly, but frowned.

What kind of relationship is this person waiting for?

Then, the next second, Ye Ming's figure appeared at the door.

Almost trotting all the way with the wind, Ye Ming came to Professor Chen Xiaofang.

Professor Chen glared at him: "Why did you go?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... mainly because of the data."

Ye Ming chuckled and took a deep breath.

It's not that he doesn't value the national championship, but... the brain-computer controlled robotic arm really worked out, and he couldn't bear to walk away.

"Okay, I'll forgive you once." Seeing that he was sweating from running, Professor Chen took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed it to him, then patted him on the shoulder again, and his tone became gentler.

"Go and get the certificate with Li Dongsheng."

Ye Ming turned his head while wiping his sweat.

Everyone was smiling, and Li Dongsheng was holding a framed certificate in his hand.

champion.