Master of the Stars

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Xie Junping's luxury car was flying on the high-speed magnetic track, and a phantom was blocked. For his rich children, he only gave other collections in the garage an opportunity to appear.

Outside the car window is the summer city that has entered the night, it is the peak of work, but the city is rarely congested.

For decades, billions of megatons of soil, steel, and other various special materials have been built in accordance with human will to build a magnificent metropolis. Over 200 million people were squeezed on limited land. It still works efficiently.

Just like traffic, from the ground to the sky, Xiacheng has discharged 20 traffic layers, diverting all kinds of vehicles calculated in "100 million". Even in the time when the traffic is most dense, it only takes about 20 minutes to run down forty kilometers.

Xie Junping volunteered to send Luo Nan home, and Luo Nan was also happy. Take the time to become familiar with the newly purchased paper-like soft screen, mainly the feel of the screen and the electronic pen.

As for other configurations, it makes no sense at all. When the "external neuron" penetrated into it and connected to the battery module, a familiar interface that remained unchanged for five years appeared in front of him.

However, the gear icon that still exists in the laboratory is no longer visible, showing that the special hardware and software foundation still has a certain effect on "external neurons".

Luo Nan's finger flicked twice at the original gear icon, and then opened the long-lost drawing software.

At the top of the software interface is still the burning ghost image, which still looks terrible. However, after seeing the simple and abstract lines of "Magic Symbol", Luo Nan felt that this sketch was really unsightly, and there were many mistakes and awkwardness.

Shaking his head, he directly deleted the sketch of the demon, and the natural substitute that portrayed the door of the nightclub earlier came up.

"Hey, hey, delete this one too. Change it to something more beautiful."

Xie Junping turned his head at this time, only to see Luo Nan deleted a picture, but did not see the content clearly. But the next one, he couldn't be more clear, and immediately shouted.

Luo Nan glanced at him, said lukewarmly: "Watch out for driving."

"It's a high-speed magnetic track now, how do I drive it?" Xie Junping placed his hand on the steering wheel, but received a warning from the onboard Wisdom Brain. Before he adjusted the magnetic track, he first entered the transition zone to avoid rear-end collisions.

Xie Junping looked innocent.

Luo Nan was too lazy to take care of him, and created a blank page on the drawing software, and immediately wrote the pen.

Xie Jun came together and watched Luo Nan draw a blurry background shadow with an electronic pen, which is vaguely the layout inside the "gear". When excited, he suddenly dumbfounded: "Who is he ... that black face Bodyguard? Why are you painting him? "

"I've seen it before."

Ronan probably outlined the outline of the black-faced bodyguard. He wanted to add a few pens, but hesitated. For him, this is a relatively rare situation.

Xie Junping is still a little bit angry: "Who is he?"

"I saw it on the Lanshan ship yesterday, probably from Quantum ... Burner."

"Burner!" Xie Junping's chin hit his shoulder.

"should be."

It was this black-faced man on the warship at that time, dragging the quantum company's dark blue walker outer armor and driving past Luo Nan. There was a line of sight between the two sides, and the black-faced man also sealed the outer armor like a thief. The process was really not pleasant.

Xie Junping sweated coldly. It seems that when he gave generously, he had eye conflict with the black-faced man? If the other party slaps in the face, his newly upgraded mouth may be broken directly ...

In contrast, the deterrent effect of quantum companies is not so straightforward.

Regarding Xie Junping's performance, Luo Nan just shook his head, turned this page, and wrote down again. This time it was really Xie Junping's image.

Even if it was a clear gift, Luo Nan did not deliberately add pen and ink, and it was still a few pens, and the image was clearly displayed.

This one hooked shoulders with people, while waving his arms, seeming excited, angry, and a little crazy, but the arms around the neck and the shadow of the wings, but this somewhat out of control movement, turned into a guardian-like proudly.

Xie Junping initially shouted, "Why am I so crazy?" After seeing the overall composition, the more I look at it, the more I am happy, until I can't close my mouth and feel extremely satisfied.

There was only one dissatisfaction in the end: "You are on the edge, why not draw it?"

"I'm not good at self-portraits."

Luo Nan responded briefly. Immediately this picture was passed on, and Ren Xie Junping did not care how he handled it.

Next, Luo Nan selected the two new sketches and the previously accumulated batches at the same time, and long-pressed on the screen for a few seconds. The second layer of the drawing software was also opened.

Yesterday in the confinement room of the warship, he tried it and failed. Today he changed the machine and everything went well.

The main body of the second layer of the interface is the regular tetrahedron on the title page of the grandfather's note, but there is no inscribed and circumscribed sphere, but a four-dimensional flat split, which is roughly divided into five layers of the same height, on a gray background In rotation.

Xie Junping's eyes moved over, a little curious:

"Maslow?"

This interface does look very close to the classic Maslow's hierarchy of requirements theory. The theory arranged people's needs from low to high, from basic to complex, arranged in five steps.

As long as there is a little common sense of sociology and psychology, this classic theory of the last century and related graphics will not be unfamiliar.

Xie Junping pointed out: "From bottom to top, physical, safety, social, respect and self-realization?"

"It's students, staff, technicians, priests and politicians."

"So vulgar ... I mean these professions can be arranged in a ladder?"

Luo Nan did not explain. At this time, more than ten sketches he selected were all transferred into the enclosed space of the tetrahedron. There are at least hundreds of works of the same type scattered throughout.

In the enclosed space, all the sketches are scaled down proportionally. As new sketches enter, they start to flip up and down. They look like a wonderful card. Under the drive of the software, they are repeatedly cut and rearranged.

After a few seconds, the location of hundreds of works in the "shuffler" was determined. Most of them are in the bottom two layers, and occasionally there is a third layer, but the fourth and fifth layers are blank.

"Can it be played as a tarot card? Fortune telling? Which company produced this software?" Xie Junping was attracted by the wonderful changes in the interface. He wondered at the same time and opened his eyes wide, trying to find his own image.

"It's my father's work."

Xie Junping was honest immediately. He now knows Luo Nan's temper roughly, knowing that as long as it is related to "father", Luo Nan will certainly not have any good mood.

For the rest of the journey, Luo Nan was much quieter. At about 7:15, the car arrived at the Blue Bay community, which was later than usual.

Farewell to Xie Junping, Luo Nan walked into the community, and soon a "scratch" noise rang above his head. The familiar rhythm showed that it was "ink" saying hello.

Luo Nan didn't look up, walked all the way into the apartment building elevator. After choosing the floor, I opened the notebook again and stared at the imitation paper soft screen. The special two-story interface was dazed and sneered.

The coward, who proclaimed his existence, always shrank his head.

This is the case with drawing software;

The external neuron is like this;

Tree-hole space ... Is that so?

Luo Nan didn't know, but the burning pain in his heart was as clear as ever!

The elevator reached the floor, the metal door opened, and Ronan snapped the book, striding out. Home Intelligence sensed his presence and opened the main door after confirmation.

Luo Nan stepped in, but he was stunned.

The living room was lit with lights. A middle-aged lady was sitting on the sofa, handling affairs through the bracelet. When she heard the door ringing, she raised her head and looked straight at him, her face expressionless.

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