Sword of Daybreaker

The communication from the Deep Blue Well was hung up, and the underground storage center that emerged in the sea of ​​flowers and Ophelia's figure faded like a tide. The bright sunshine once again shone on this open and vibrant place, blowing gently. In the breeze, Bertila reappeared in front of Gawain with a serious expression on her face.

   "I really didn't expect that the breaking point would appear in front of us in this form...The deep blue well actually stores the data of the magic tide seven hundred years ago."

"Unexpectedly, it makes sense," Gao Wen said slowly, "If there is any'shadow' of the magic wave in this world, it can only be in the Deep Blue Well... that shocking explosion. Destroyed the Gondor civilization, but also resisted a demonic wave that might lead to the end of the world. I have considered the possibility of this since a long time ago, but I didn't expect... it actually left traces there. "

"Do you think Ophelia's plan is really possible? Raise the magic power of the Deep Blue Well to the'energy level' enough to simulate the magic tide, and create a controlled magic tide environment in the laboratory..." Berti Ra’s tone seemed to be slightly worried, “Although theoretically feasible, the idea is really advanced, and...it’s always a bit disturbing.”

  She shook her head and looked into Gawain’s eyes: “Actually, I didn’t expect you to agree with her plan. This is not in line with your usual cautious character.”

"...We may not have much time," Gawain met Bertila's sight, in front of this "former saint" who can be ranked as the two core forces of the Cecil Empire alongside Earthly Dawn, he did not hide his thoughts. "Our civilization has been developing safely this season. Although the arrival of the magic wave does not seem to have a very precise time scale, it has a rough cycle. We must be psychologically prepared for it to come the next day."

   "...is it because of the ‘stars shining’ mentioned in the alien signal?" Bertila watched Gawain quietly, "Do you think that message is telling us that the demonic wave is about to begin?"

"I'm not sure, but it's very possible—maybe the civilization that sent the signal is still unclear, maybe the signal is really a trap, but as long as there is a certain possibility, we have to make all the preparations...'them' Crossing the Xinghai to send us this message, the content inside must have its deep meaning."

  Bertila didn’t speak for a while, but dropped his head slightly as if contemplative. Gao Wen asked curiously, “What are you thinking?”

"I'm thinking about the'observation' problem in the final stage of Ophelia's plan," Bertila raised her head. "As you mentioned, the most critical issue of this simulation test is that the essence of the magic wave is in the macro field. The observer effect is out of control—in other words, it does not allow intelligent creatures to participate in its final stage. Attempting to observe the magic tide will cause the participants to die. This means that even if her simulation is successful, we have no means to extract results from it... Although we are going one step at a time, starting with separating the original data, we always have to face this problem."

Gao Wen frowned slowly: "Indeed, I am also thinking about this. Observation is not allowed in the final stage of the experiment. This is almost as difficult as the magic tide itself... I currently have only two ways to think of it, one is Indirect observation, using a comprehensive observation device that can simulate the five senses of humans to enter the experimental field to record data, and then read by external testers;

"The other is'restricted observation', which uses soul magic to completely freeze the tester’s mind, allowing him to enter the experimental field in a form similar to a'puppet'. According to our current understanding of the demonic tide, individuals without mind will not Affected by that concussion field—but the perception of the puppets is still receiving the impact of the concussion field. After the test is over, we can directly try to analyze the neurological changes of the tester, or use high-level illusion to extract and stay in the tester. 'Impression fragments' in the subconscious.

"It is difficult to say how successful these two methods are, because the two programs actually circumvent the essential element of the observer in a certain sense, and without the participation of the observer... the magic wave may not at all. Exhibiting any recordable properties—for ordinary entities, the magic wave is a harmless breeze, the kind that will not even leave traces."

"The key is, what exactly is an'observer' and what kind of characteristics are needed to be judged as an'observer'," Bertila said slowly, "I have heard you describe it in several academic exchange conferences. "Observer" concept, but this concept is also summed up outside the magic tide environment..."

She frowned and muttered as if she was talking to herself: "Will an intelligent individual become an'observer' in a limited environment? Then, is the intelligent magic puppet an observer? The demons of low-level intelligence and high-level intelligence Can I play this role? Or do I need to be intelligent enough to reach a certain "threshold"? Are the Iron Soldiers under Ophelia an observer? If we observe the magic tide through a bunch of sensors, just like you As in the first plan, will the tester on the other end of the sensor still be affected—will the power of the magic wave act on them across space?"

While muttering, Bertila seemed to be caught in some kind of thinking circle, frowning hard to think about it, and finally his thinking spread to a certain strange height: "The magic wave acts on the human mind and enlarges it to the macroscopic world, then... Will people with insufficient IQ be judged as'observers' in this process?"

   Gao Wen: "...Huh?"

"Will the mentally retarded be immune to the magic tide?" Bertilat asked seriously, "If the highly intelligent iron man soldier is an observer, and the low-level intelligent magic doll is not an observer, then as long as the IQ is lower than the magic doll It’s not immune to the doomsday... I remember Selena told me before about the mentally retarded immune to mentally retarded surgery..."

"Stop, stop, what's this mess of yours-your thinking is off the track," Gawain had to interrupt Bertila quickly, although the other party's first few questions were quite academically discussing, but later it was obvious. Partially unable to read, "I think your understanding of the concept of the observer went wrong from the beginning. The out-of-control of the observer effect in the magic wave has nothing to do with IQ, unless it is a flesh-and-blood puppet with a completely frozen mind or a'vegetative'. Otherwise, even the mentally retarded have never heard of someone who can survive the demons..."

Speaking of this, he thought about it again and explained his point of view: "I think that in the face of the specific environment of the magic tide, the definition of an'observer' should be an'individual who is aware of the existence of observation behaviors'-this individual It is not necessary to know what an observer is, but he can be aware of his own existence, the existence of the world, and the interaction between himself and the surrounding environment, even if he does not know all the concepts in this process, but As long as the above conditions are met, it should meet the observer concept under the magic wave..."

  Bertila thoughtfully: "...Is that so?"

   Then she shook her head: "I may be too obsessed with these issues, brother... The theoretical knowledge of the magic tide does not seem to be my expertise, I am still more suitable for dealing with things in the druid domain."

   "The role you can play in the druid field is equally important," Gawain laughed, "especially in the critical period of post-war reconstruction."

   Then he and Bertila chatted for a while before ending the connection with this encrypted space.

The boundless sea of ​​flowers quickly faded from the field of vision, turning into bizarre phantoms drifting away with the wind, and the superficial view of the city of dreams covered the line of sight. The "conceptualized Cecil City" established in the network of mind appeared in Gao Wen. In front of him, the street scenery was as prosperous and gorgeous as he remembered.

The flow of people is weaving and the traffic is busy. Ordinary users who enter the neural network walk in the streets and lanes in the form of "citizens". Researchers and network controllers are busy working in various facilities in the city, and all of them provide an extra Computing power maintains the operation of this huge network, and supports the empire’s amazing scientific research projects one after another—all of which are constantly happening deep in the network in the form of data.

   Gawain blinked, preparing to completely exit the network connection, but at the moment he was about to go offline, he couldn't help but think of some weird thoughts in his mind.

  After thinking for a while, he opened a confidential hotline that only a few people knew, and edited an email in his mind: "Do you think the observer effect caused by weak intelligence and immune demons is out of control?"

  Hesitated for less than a second, Gao Wen chose to confirm and sent the email to the Senior Advisory Group (Working Group) of the Theocracy Council.

  After a few seconds, a few messages entered his mind.

  The high-speed male deer and the tower witch each sent a question mark: "...?"

  Tea egg: "...What are you thinking about? If you are idle, come and **** new Coke. I asked Tyre to try it just now, but I don’t see it now...oh you don’t use it anymore."

   Gao Wen: "...?"

  ...

Aldernan, the imperial capital of Typhon, in a special room in the depths of the Obsidian Palace, Rosetta Augustus is standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, thinking about it-outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is a scene of a lush garden in the sun , Seems out of place with this late autumn season, and above the garden, you can see a vague magic shield, countless fine runes wandering on the surface of the shield, maintaining the evergreen man-made in the courtyard. Ecology.

Behind Rosetta, a large magic device is fixed on the ground in the center of the room. It is a set of the most advanced "Think Acceleration II" immersion cabin, imported from the Cecil Empire. It is now immersed in the base of the cabin. The magic rune has been reduced to dim.

  A voice came from Rosetta's side: "Father, do you think that ‘alien civilization’ is really possible to establish...‘cooperation’ with us?"

"At least they expressed their willingness to communicate, and we have to respond now," Rosetta turned her head and looked at Matilda standing next to him. "The initiative is not in our hands-but if we operate it properly , This initiative will not completely fall into their hands, this is the best situation at present."

"...Ms. Diana has been busy studying the materials brought back from the Verpland Observatory these days. She seems to be very confident in the'alien civilization' that sent the signal," Matilda shook her head. "She still doesn't know that we are about to start the'interstellar communication', but I think she should be a supporter of this matter."

"She was a senior guard at the Verpland Observatory. She has a special feeling for the information brought back from the observatory and the alien civilization revealed in the information," Rosetta said slowly, "but no matter what Whether she supports this matter or not, this project will begin... Matilda, you and Diana will be jointly responsible for this aspect, you will lead, and she will assist, and you will organize the domestic star breakers and Sisi The technical teams of Seoul and Baiyin were in contact."

  Matilda lowered her head slightly, a strand of long black hair hanging down: "Yes, Father."

"Next, let's look at our new group of allies... see when the Kraken can prepare their'communication equipment'," Rosetta said, "before they are ready, we have to draw up a Come and establish a'text' for the first exchange with alien civilization... I hope Gawain Cecil can have suggestions in this regard."

  Matilda was a little puzzled: "Why wait for his advice?"

   "...I think this is a test of imagination and creativity," Rosetta seemed to have a smile on the corner of her mouth. "His'creativity' in this area has always been very good."

  Matilda: "..."

  The future Empress Typhon looked at her father with a strange look for a long time, before finally breaking the silence with some hesitation: "Did you just... just made a joke?"

   "Can't you see it?" Rosetta sullenly, "Of course I can also make a joke-you shouldn't have a stereotype about your father in this regard."

Matilda was stunned, and for a while, she didn’t know how to answer—she had been the daughter of Rosetta Augustus for more than 20 years, but recently she has become increasingly uncomfortable with the changes her father has made over the past two years. But anyway... this is not a bad thing at least.

   Rosetta didn’t seem to care about Matilda’s reaction at all, he just retracted his gaze from the window, and his gaze fell on the immersion cabin in the center of the room.

"...This is a very magical technique." After watching for a long time, the king Typhon, who always behaved very seriously, finally broke the silence. "I have heard those eternal sleepers explain this kind of controlled'mind mapping'. 'The principle behind the technology, but what they describe is still rough compared to the mature neural network used by the Cecilians...still like a draft."

"All mature technologies started from drafts. We really started a bit late, but we have started to catch up," Matilda said immediately. "Now the Imperial Industrial Engineering Association and the Royal Mage Association have established several joints. The research team is trying to reversely restore Cecil’s "neural thorns" technology. There are already some ideas, and this technology is one of the frontiers of neural networks..."

  Rosetta nodded slightly, and then asked as if casually, "As far as I know, you and Hardyren often use the immersion capsule? That is, often enter the Cecilian neural network?"

Matilda’s expression seemed embarrassing for a moment, but she quickly replied: “Yes, we... use it in our leisure time. Although we can’t understand too deep things through the public neural network, but if it’s only used to understand The culture, news, and some social changes in neighboring countries will be particularly convenient. Hadillon is even considering setting up a special department, composed of intelligence personnel who are good at collecting information, communicating and communicating in the open area of ​​the neural network. intelligence.

"And even if you don’t consider this layer, the neural network itself is a...very useful thing. The information it contains is vast, and its body is growing rapidly every second. Leisure and entertainment is only one of its most insignificant functions. ."

Listening to his daughter talking about neural network-related matters, Rosetta Augustus felt for the first time in her life whether she was a little behind the times-but soon he threw this weird idea away. Aside, he asked a little curiously: "Since you know so well, I just want to ask you something."

  Matilda immediately turned a straight face: "Ah, may you ask!"

  "...I have seen some people have some very special...scenes when they enter the neural network, such as unique light curtains, decorative runes and vines. What is that?"

"Huh?" Matil Davan didn't expect that his majestic father would actually ask this. He was a little stunned, but he quickly reacted, "Ah, what you said should be a'login special effect'. Generally speaking, …There is a charge."

"Pay? Use extra fees to buy some "phantoms" that can only be used in the virtual world?" Rosetta seemed to find this matter a little difficult to understand, and soon he had new doubts, "'they' Do I need to pay..."

  The ruler of the Typhon empire suddenly realized that this involves a particularly realistic question: Do several retired gods really have "money"? Do they usually need this thing?

Matilda next to    was confused: "What are you talking about?"

   "Nothing," Rosetta shook her head with a stern face, "I'm just a little curious about the operation of the neural network. If you have time later... Tell me more about this."