Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Switzerland.

Neural Network Science Research Center.

Standing in the hall, looking forward to Sarrot, his expression looked a little unnaturally cramped.

This kind of cramping is not only the word nerve, but also a group of people wearing white coats is a bit dazzling, but also because his whole person's temperament is incompatible with this.

As for why he appeared here...

This is a long story.

Since leaving the United States to return to the hometown of the Netherlands, I have laid down the fame and arrogance of the fame and fortune, and the semi-seclusion mentality of Sarrot, with the experience accumulated in cooperation with Professor Lu. On the contrary, it has made a series of outstanding achievements in the field of graphene, and has become a cow in the industry who can at least be remembered.

This result was not even expected by himself, so that when various awards and offers were flown to him, it was actually a little overwhelming.

Later, Cornell University sent him an email twice, promising a $30 million.

However, there have been experiences that have been brought to the door by fbi, which has made him completely disappointed with the country, and he refused to give up the offer without much thought.

Although the academic circles in Europe are filled with a sultry atmosphere, it is increasingly difficult to see young fresh blood added, but in terms of his personal feelings, it is still a good place for academic research.

Just two days ago, when he traveled from Amsterdam to Geneva to attend an academic conference, he suddenly received a call from an old friend who had not been in contact for more than 30 years, saying that he intended to show him something amazing.

So he is standing here now.

Just as he hesitated to call his old friend, a warm voice came from him to the side of the hall corridor.

"Welcome! My old friend, you are finally here! I can wait for you for a while."

Sarot looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a fat old man who was pregnant in October and whose hair was almost lost. He smiled and stretched his right hand and greeted him. .

Trying to put the name on the face and the memory on the top, Sarrot resisted the curiosity of the guy in the past few years, holding his right hand and shaking.

"Fortunately, I will be lucky, say it... Have we seen it for decades?"

"Accurately, it is thirty-seven years," memory is as good as ever. Just like the old school days, Professor Miel smiled heartily and let go of his hand and continued. "It seems that I started to study biology. When we study, we can hardly see it."

Sarrot: "...In fact, I have not understood your operation very much. You gave up a promising subject."

"Are you not the same? Give up the computer and jump into a material science that is bigger than the big hole of the creature."

Sarlot’s eyebrows twitched and said with a light cough.

"This is full of all kinds of accidents... and I found that material science is more suitable for me than a computer."

"I am the same, life is always full of all kinds of accidents. But thanks to the computer is my first major, which makes me help when researching neural network related topics..." Under the old friend's arm, Mier made a gesture to him. "Don't talk, come with me. I said, I will show you something amazing."

When I was studying at the University of Amsterdam, both of them read information engineering. Later, after Salotte was promoted to master's degree, he transferred to Cornell University in the United States, where he met his pottery tutor, and finally became a material dog.

Fortunately, his mentor was pitted, how much helped him get a position as a lecturer, and Sarrot himself was not a fuel-efficient lamp. He did not honestly stay at Cornell University for academics, but ran away. The Silicon Valley on the West Coast, with the title of Professor of Cornell University wrapped in a ball, simply flicked into an investment to solve the funding problem, and also got a lab of its own in Silicon Valley... although it was finally given by Lu Zhou. Acquired.

He admits that he used to like to run a train full of mouths, exaggerating the details of the details, and the loopholes in the rules, but in many cases it was forced to do so.

What about who is not like this?

As for now, he has already been rehabilitated and no longer does those things.

Just don't know if it is his illusion or something, Sarrot always feels that he is smelling familiarity in this old Mier's classmate...

It’s exactly the same as myself a few years ago.

Sure enough, when he followed the Professor Mier to an office and watched him pick up a stack of papers that were still hot or hot from the corner of the table, Sarrot stunned and suddenly became angry.

"What do you want me to see?"

Mier: "This is Dr. Z's thesis! You should have heard of that name, a man who once saved the world."

Sarrot: "I mean, you asked me to take an hour's train from Geneva to get you here, just to show me a paper that I can download if I boarded the arxiv?"

It seems that it was not affected by the anger that swayed with the spit, and Professor Miel said in an exaggerated tone.

"Oh, my friend, you don't know how much this paper has recently been in biology... especially in the direction of our neural network research... how sensational!"

Sarrot saw the blood: "You ignored the key to the problem!"

"But we have seized the point!" Forced to hold Sarrot, and Professor Mier pointed to the paper in his hand. "Listen, we are scholars, ignore these little details, the key to the problem is not Is the paper itself?"

"But you..."

"Enough! Those so-called 'but', let's go and discuss after we get the Nobel Prize."

Wait, is it not me who is going to lose his temper?

Why did you lose on the momentum?

Something was blinded by this situation, especially when the word Nobel Prize was thrown out by this guy, and his attention was turned off in an instant.

"...Nobel Prize?"

"Yes, the Nobel Prize! This is a research that definitely hopes to touch the Nobel Prize medal! Its greatness is not inferior to von Neumann's influence on computers..."

Interrupted the guy with a mouth full of fart, Sarot pinched his sour eyebrows and said.

"But the author of this paper is... Dr. Z, what does it have to do with you? What is the relationship with me?"

"Compilation Framework for Neural Signal and Electrical Signal Conversion"

This name sounds quite interesting.

If it is the Dr. Z who once solved the crisis of Mars bacteria, it is not an ordinary thing to think about it.

But the problem is...

What does this have to do with him?

He is just a material scientist studying graphene.

Seeing the confusion in the eyes of this friend, Professor Miel explained with patience and patience.

"The key point is that the Nobel Prize can only be won by this paper, even if the Turing Award is a little worse. But he has provided an award-winning possibility for the biological neural network! Do you understand what I mean? The only principle of the Nobel Prize is the size of the achievement, and the most difficult thing for us now is that the key issues have not been resolved. The entire research has been stuck in the bottleneck and cannot produce enough outstanding results."

"But now, the situation has changed!"

"This paper gives a new interpretation of the formation of factors such as signal transmission and vision of biological neural networks, and proposes a procedural compilation framework for the mutual conversion of neural signals and electrical signals. This work is absolutely It's groundbreaking. Do you know what it will mean once the technology is completed?"

While listening to Mier, Sarrot looked at the paper in his hand and frowned.

"...Is it means that things in science fiction movies can become reality? I remember it seems to be the number one player."

Mier said loudly: "Not the superficial thing, you only think of the game? I want to say something more shocking! He can even change our perception of the network! But I am telling you this now. It’s too early, in short, you just need to know that this is a technology that will change the world!”

"You didn't answer my previous question," closed the paper in his hand, and Sarrot watched him continue. "So, what does this have to do with me?"

Mier said seriously: "Do you believe this is a technology that changes the world?"

Sarrot: "...because it is what you said, so I believe half."

Mier: "Thank you, there are still half! But even if it's only half, assuming that this technology can really be achieved, as a key figure in the birth of the final result, do you think the Nobel Committee will not consider our name?"

Sarrot: "Nobel does not seem to have a calculation award."

"But there are medical and chemistry awards! Think about it, Mier and his friend Sarrot... and Dr. Z's research, in promoting research on biological neural networks, and the connection between nervous systems and computer systems. I made an outstanding contribution and awarded the Nobel Prize in Chemistry... Considering that Dr. Z is not willing to be named, the bonus will be divided equally by us."

After clearing the scorpion, Professor Mier’s expression solemnly extended his right hand.

"I sincerely invite you, my old friend... want to join us?"

This time Sarrot was silent.

Although far away from Vanity Fair, the Nobel Prize is a medal that symbolizes the highest honor in academia...

To be honest, he is still quite heart-warming.

After about five minutes of silence, he said.

"……I will think about it."

Upon hearing this sentence, Professor Mier’s face finally showed a smile.

Although his old friend did not directly agree, but the expression has clearly revealed his inner activities...

He was moved to the olive branch he had thrown.

After Professor Sarrot left, Professor Miel excitedly walked back and forth in the lab.

"The direction of graphene should be no problem, experts in neural interface materials already have it, let me think about what is worse... right!"

A thought suddenly popped out of his head, and Professor Mier’s eyes suddenly lit up and snapped a finger.

Without any hesitation, he ran to the computer desk and sat down, opened the browser and entered a line of URLs, then knocked back.

Soon, a bbs with a century-old antique style caught his eye.

Here is part of the dark net.

As a dark corner not included in the database of major search engines, this globally active user adds up to less than 10,000 forums, but acts as a trading hub for the Internet.

People use bitcoin to trade, as long as everything the Internet can do, whether legal or illegal, can be rewarded here.

After posting the information on Dr. Z’s mailbox and telephone, Professor Miel endured a bit of pain in the meat.

He was finished with a smile on his face, quickly turned off the computer and leaned back in the chair.

What he needs to do now is to seriously study the huge amount of information in the paper, and then wait for Dr. Z's mailbox and phone number to appear in his mailbox.

Even though Dr. Z never left his contact information on the Internet, he never responded to the questions in the paper. However, in the place where the dark network is like a cloud, there is no such thing as hackers can't.

Although it may be rude to do so, it is all about science.

If Dr. Z can be recruited to his research team, there is no doubt that his research will be more effective.

I believe that with my own eloquence, after talking to myself a few words, the doctor of Z will be fascinated by the conditions he has opened...-

(Seeking a monthly ticket~)