Djinn starting from Marvel

A few minutes later, Ivan pretended that nothing happened and left the exhibition area with the enthusiasm of Hammer employees.

The nanoelectronic virus has spread from one mechanical soldier to the interior of all mechanical soldiers through Hammer's internal network.

Ivan found a rest area and sat down. He put his hands on his chin and entered the remote mode.

Hammer Group, the self-reactive mechanical soldier's internal program code flashed through Ivan's processor line by line.

What are these things? !

After reading hundreds of lines, Ivan couldn't bear it any longer. The code was written in nonsense. Just forget about a bunch of invalid ones. What does it mean that there are only a few comments in the whole article?

This code makes God scratch his head when he comes, and Tony Stark can only get dizzy when he comes over. Is it true that only one of the program and the programmer can run?

Or should we say, these programmers are the fathers of the Hammer Group, how else could they have gotten into this team.

If the code is not written well, it is a technical problem. If the comments are not written well, it is not just a technical problem.

Wait... Ivan suddenly had a guess.

Those programmers didn't do this on purpose. If they wrote such code, no expert would be able to understand it. Only a processor of Ivan's level could detect that this person was writing blindly. Others Maybe I haven't even realized it yet.

What a deep calculation!

However, after reading all the codes, Ivan was sure that he had overthought it. These people were just simple dishes. They didn't realize that Mingli was a ghost and couldn't run normally.

In addition, Ivan didn't understand how these software made the mechanical soldiers move?

There are conflicts and bugs everywhere, and because of the annotation problem, the errors found in the test cannot be modified. We can only use new code to cover up the errors later.

After accumulating like this, the various control programs of the mechanical soldiers are now like a mountain of shit.

There is no other way, Ivan can only rewrite the program himself, which has a much higher success rate and takes less time than modifying these things.

Ivan is not proficient in this area of ​​electronic technology, even after turning into a robot, but this is compared with Tony Stark. If compared with Hammer programmers, he is also an existence that they cannot touch.

In the afternoon of that day, Ivan completed the writing. The template and framework used his own current control program, and by the way, he put a shell on all the code interfaces.

Reading the displayed code through various methods will only be a mountain of shit. The data that really works is hidden deep in the depths, waiting for the real owner to be further awakened.

That night, the lights of the Hammer Group were brightly lit. Today they will test the control program of the mechanical soldiers again. According to the plan submitted in advance, they will have a performance at the Area A conference venue in just a dozen days.

Justin Hammer has given a death order. He does not need the mechanical soldiers to have substantial combat effectiveness this time, or even to be able to control them.

But at the very least, it has to be like those mechanical toys on the market, able to press a switch and make some actions automatically and neatly, that would be enough!

In this performance project, Justin Hammer must regain some face of the Hammer Group. During this period, the stock price has fallen, and the shareholders of the entire group are about to riot.

Of course, if it can be better, Justin Hammer will definitely invite Tony Stark over so that he can see the technological strength of the Hammer Group.

What do you mean, other imitators need five to ten years, but I, Justin Hammer, need more than twenty years? !

It's too disrespectful. It's just a mecha. Fifteen days is enough!

Although he had been cheering himself up, Justin Hammer still felt uneasy when he stood in the simulated audience position. In fact, he had no confidence at all.

There were more than a dozen mechanical soldiers placed in front of them. None of them contained actual weapons, and not a single bullet was inserted. I was afraid that something would go wrong again during the test.

"Let's get started." Justin Hammer said to the testers and program engineers below.

The tester glanced at the programmer. He could feel the uneasiness of these developers, and he himself was ready to be scolded.

"Emergency testing, the first round, the first time, begins."

The tester muttered softly and pressed the start button in his hand.

The eyes of all the mechanical soldiers lit up at the same time. The detection system was activated first, and then the system began to self-check.

The tester wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had been stuck in the self-checking stage many times before.

But this time, the green light indicating passage came on.

If the self-inspection is passed, the performance begins!

The mechanical soldiers began to move according to the program, but the programmers were all in a bad mood, and the error messages on the computer could not be stopped one after another.

However, there was no problem with the mechanical soldier's movements.

"Minister, do you want to stop?" the programmer asked in a low voice.

"No, no, no, it can move. There is no error. If an error is reported, just pretend you didn't see it." The minister shook his head like an electric fan.

A few minutes later, the entire performance session ended. To everyone's surprise, there was no mistake in the whole process and the movements were all standard.

clap clap clap!

Justin Hammer clapped vigorously and walked over from the audience, "Not bad! Very good! The efficiency this time is very high!"

"It should, it should." The minister sneered and waved his hands twice to signal other programmers to cut off the error reporting interface.

"By the way, I think I just raised my hand not high enough. How about raising it a little higher?" Justin Hammer suddenly had an idea.

"Let's try it." The minister was very nervous. The boss didn't understand technology. This performance program was hard-coded.

The tester raised the joystick, and the arm continued to rise, and then stopped after reaching the highest point. At the same time, the mechanical soldier broadcast on its own, "The stress on the joints of the body has reached its limit. Do you want to continue rising?"

"No, no, no," Justin Hammer said with a smile on his face and patted the minister hard, "Well done, the real-time detection settings are good!"

"Yes, yes." The minister was a little confused. Have we set this up?

Justin Hammer took two steps forward, took the controller from the tester's hand, and started working on it himself.

In the minister's nervous eyes, the mechanical soldier showed a completely different state from before, smooth, silky, and highly controllable.

"Hmm...salary increase! Increased bonuses for everyone!"

Justin Hammer was overjoyed. He insisted on letting Tony Stark see it this time, and such a good mecha cost only more than 10 million, so he would definitely get a big order!

After a burst of cheers, when Justin Hammer left the testing site and was about to send an invitation to Tony Stark, the minister ran to the computer.

"how is the situation?!"

"More than 400 errors were reported, and there were more than different bug records!" The programmer swallowed and looked at his immediate boss, "Should we fix a few?"

"No! Don't move anything!" The minister said thoughtfully, clasping his hands behind his back, "This may be what those seniors said, sometimes programs rely on bugs to run!"

"Finally! Finally something so lucky happened to me!"

The minister laughed loudly and walked away.

The programmer behind it was full of doubts, is this really lucky? But based on these error reports, it is outrageous that the mechanical soldiers did not fall apart in place, but they successfully completed the test. This may only be explained by luck.

The programmer shook his head. His instinct told him that he had to run away.