From black technology to super engineering

After eating the boxed lunch, Ye Ming picked up the trash can as well. After sticking a piece of paper on the door lock to lock the lock, he closed the door and walked down the stairs with the trash bag.

Carrying the garbage bag, Ye Ming walked while thinking about how to proceed with the next brain-computer interface experiment.

After all, Boss Tang spent money... And looking at the specifications of the equipment, Old Tang really didn't just let himself play for fun, but was really "funding" himself to do a pioneering project.

After thinking about it, he decided to set the same brain signal stimulation project for himself and Guan Hai, and then designed a denoising algorithm based on the analysis and statistics of his own brain signal by Ita, and then used the algorithm to match Guan Hai. Brother Hai's brain signal - if it goes well, then he can give Old Tang a satisfactory answer.

If it doesn't go well...well, there are more solutions than difficulties.

After all, the latest brain-computer project has achieved shaking hands with ideas, and even playing table tennis...

As for other more in-depth signal acquisition topics, Ye Ming's topics with strong "personal interests" obviously cannot be taken into account.

After throwing out the garbage, he strolled back to the laboratory building, and before he reached the door, he saw the projection of lights on the corridor in front of the door.

He subconsciously quickened his pace.

Then he saw that Professor Tang was sitting in front of his notebook, playing with the signal acquisition headgear with great interest.

False alarm.

...

"Did you go to eat just now?"

Seeing Ye Ming come back, Professor Tang didn't give up his seat, but pointed directly at the chair next to him: "Pull the chair over by yourself."

"Go out for a walk, and throw away the garbage by the way." Ye Ming pulled over the chair and sat half a meter away from Professor Tang. The dialog box of the tower, otherwise Old Tang would not know how to explain it if he saw it.

"Well, what's going on? I just checked the group, and Guan Hai said that you wore a hood to collect all afternoon." Professor Tang put down the hood and laughed.

"Uh, the afternoon is mainly spent on proofreading the parameter signals and thinking about the scheme to induce brain discharge."

"Then you look like you want to work overtime, have you thought about it?"

"Almost, I plan to give it a try."

"Well." Professor Tang nodded with a smile: "When doing scientific research, doing projects, when you are interested and passionate, you must do it, and you have to do it right away-of course, the premise is to save your own safety and health. There is a margin, there is no need to work hard. And even if you work hard, you can’t get results, and it’s not moving bricks on the construction site, moving one piece is one piece, right?”

Ye Ming smiled and nodded.

"Then tell me, what is your main plan next."

Twenty minutes later, Professor Tang left the laboratory.

He did not interfere with Ye Ming's experiment. After understanding Ye Ming's thoughts, he reminded Ye Ming of the things to pay attention to from the perspective of a mentor. For example, the experimental notes must be clear, and the data must be original, accurate, and have inspiration When you have a flash of thought, be sure to write it down. And when doing experiments, it is necessary to consider how to develop the paper and what ideas and techniques can be written in the paper.

After sending Professor Tang away, Ye Ming returned to the computer and put on the headgear. After calibration, he began to follow the previous plan, moving his right hand while concentrating in his mind.

Then, he underestimated the difficulty of concentrating...

...

In the next few days, Ye Ming and Guan Hai took turns to fight, and it took nearly a week before they finally completed the "relatively satisfactory" signal collection.

"Is there no life left for me?"

With Ye Ming waving his hand, Senior Brother Guan Hai took off his headgear, revealing his shiny scalp, and threw the headgear on the table with a look of disgust on his face.

This thing is okay at the beginning, but it gets really boring after a long time.

"It's gone for now." Ye Ming didn't turn his head.

"Well, don't look for me next time, let Sister Jing come."

Qu Jing next door let out a "bah" and said, "My sister is about to defend, so I don't have time to play with you."

"Why are you so afraid of defending... Old Tang's face can't cover you? By the way, sister Jing, you didn't consider continuing to study under Old Tang?"

"My sister doesn't want to become the king of heaven..."

...

Listening to the nonsense chatter of senior brothers and sisters, the corners of Ye Ming's mouth curled up slightly, he held his notebook, picked up the headgear and put it on.

After a little debugging, he turned on the small plug-in written a few days ago, then turned on the compiler, and finally turned on the power.

"Shh, shut up." Seeing Ye Ming start working, Qu Jing hissed.

Guan Hai looked back, not even interested in watching, and went back to his seat directly.

So, he didn't see that Ye Ming's fingers clearly didn't move on Ye Ming's half-open notebook monitor, but the codes were still popping up continuously.

This, of course, was Ye Ming's first attempt.

Try getting Ita to write the C++ code for him.

——The great progress of human technology, in the final analysis, is... laziness.

Maybe knowing that this is her first "job", so Ita's "output" is very conservative, and because she can't receive timely feedback on the code, smart completion is useless to her, and she needs a Characters are generated character by character.

But Rao is so...

Her speed is also unusually fast.

As far as Ye Ming could see, she didn't make any mistakes.

"Do you need to take a break?"

When he saw that the code reached five hundred lines, Ye Ming asked in his mind.

Three Chinese characters quickly popped up on the monitor.

"I am not tired."

"I know, I'm tired." Ye Ming squinted his eyes slightly, and gently moved his neck: "Do you know that cooperating with you like this...is more tiring than coding by myself."

Ita's voice rang in her head: "Feeling like I don't get the respect I deserve for my work."

Ye Ming was stunned, and then he chuckled: "Okay, I apologize, but I really can't bear it if I stay still like this...Flesh and blood are weak."

"Then why not implement the plan five days ago?"

"Because...the hands won't come out. And it's expensive...it costs a lot of money."

Ye Ming sighed in his heart.

The plan Ita mentioned is naturally the plan he joked a few days ago that "this place is too small to write down".

In fact, it is very simple to say.

Since Ita can control the resonant discharge of his brain electricity at any position in the head, and can also control the voltage and current...then, he can make a fully fitting "earplug" and put it in the ear canal.

For this earplug, the outer layer can be directly covered with dense exposed electrodes.

As long as the technology is in place, an earplug can even integrate tens of thousands or even more electrodes--Ita said that she can control it.

With so many electrodes collecting accurately, as long as Ye Ming designs a bluetooth solution, these signals can be directly filtered through the algorithm, and then sent directly to the mobile phone or computer wirelessly.

Finally, it can be decoded and calculated.

But as Ye Ming said, this, he can't rub it out with his hands, let alone...not even the omnipotent Taobao.