Sword of Daybreaker

Narrator Neural Network-This is the name Gao Wen named for the future Cecil Mind Network. It will be a very large-scale and far-reaching project. The field involved is naturally not as simple as providing scientific research assistance.

According to Gao Wen's plan, the narrator's neural network will cover many fields such as scientific research, communication, education, and public entertainment. It can provide computing support for a large number of scientific research projects, and it can also become an integral part of the daily life of the people. One day in the future, the huge narrator neural network will also use it to keep connected tens of thousands of human brain nodes at any time, and become a gigantic wetware host that covers the entire Cecil Empire.

The distributed devices connected to the narrator's neural network will become the interactive end of the wetware host. The surplus computing power of countless human brains will illuminate an unprecedented information technology line. A large number of ordinary people can be safe. Contribute computing power to the empire, this process will also enrich the spiritual life of citizens, and all this will start from this empire computing center.

This is what Gao Wen thought of in this world where the physical rules are very different from the earth, and the way to open the next layer of science and technology tree is also an important part of his innocuous transformation of the technology of the perpetual.

Wendy is describing with a touch of excitement what she sees in the "illusion", and the archbishops next to it are obviously interested in what she describes-in all fairness, at present Cecil's "narrator neural network" is actually It's also very primitive. The "entertainment items" it can present are not so bright in front of these sleepless people. They once created a city of false dreams and created a "perfect shelter" like a paradise. That thing Gao Wen's appeal is no worse than even a few magic movie segments or some "entertainment scenes".

But what the "narrator neural network" presents is very different from Dream City: it has a development limit that the latter cannot reach, and it can be flexibly adjusted at any time to create countless "new content". After the implementation of nerve thorn technology, this "custom" process can even be completed by ordinary people, and the city of dreams ...

The everlasting person creates a dream city, more simply to make it a "mind container" that accommodates computing nodes, which is convenient for collecting computing power. The extremely high threshold of divine art results in that only bishops and higher priests can modify it. Its content, in fact, bishops and archbishops do not usually have the intention to modify it.

In this way, the perfect city of dreams is just a stiff bonsai. From the day it was born, it is already the final form. The limitations of traditional divine art determine that even if it accepts remodeling, it can only It is a new bonsai, and can only be held in the hands of a few powerful priests.

The archbishops at the scene are not stupid people. They can see the difference inside at a glance, and naturally they can realize what kind of impact this thing will bring into the life of "ordinary people".

Attributing the extraordinary to the mortal ... From the moment they set foot on Cecil's land, now they have truly realized the meaning of this slogan in a field they know for the first time.

"This thing is basically harmless to ordinary people-of course, long-term connection can lead to fatigue, and being too immersed in it may cause some psychological problems, but these hazards and old neural transformations are even 'brain servants' Technology is completely negligible, "Gao Wen patted the immersion tank cover next to him, with a smile," At present, it is mainly because the production of immersion tanks is more difficult, and the technology required to build the mental hub It's very harsh. At present, only a few factories in the Empire can produce qualified components, and the training of workers is slow. "

The immersion capsule and the narrator's neural network are undoubtedly cross-generational things. Their advantages over traditional communications, entertainment, media and other things are obvious, but this does not mean that Cecil will enter the information age tomorrow, nor will it This means that newspapers and Webcasts across the country will soon be replaced by new technology-all of which will take time.

It took a long time for the experts of the Machinery Manufacturing Institute and the Institute of Magic Technology to solve the mass production problem of the immersion tank, so that it can enter the factory without having to knock them out in the laboratory. Now they Also, we must find a way to overcome the mass production difficulties of the mental hub. In addition, the number of skilled workers with assembly capabilities and the ability to maintain the computing center is scarce. It will take a long time to cultivate them to a scale. Here, the narrator's neural network will be in the development stage, and traditional communications, entertainment, media and other things will coexist with it for a long time.

Gao Wen told Yuri and others about some knowledge about industrialized production and social promotion. He didn't talk much about it, but he said some concepts in plain language, but this was enough to get them into thinking for a long time.

This is something they have never considered in the past many years.

"... We did bury ourselves for too long," Magnan laughed with a mockery, and shook his head. "Ears and ears are clogged with dirt."

A thin, young-looking archbishop glanced at Magnum: "Fortunately, we still have a chance to remedy ..."

"That's right, but you still have a chance to remedy," Gao Wen took a deep look at these people, "I'm glad to see that all archbishops and a considerable number of bishop-level priests have chosen Cecil, I am even more I ’m glad that the person in charge of the White Sand Hills reported to me that you did your best to bring a large number of brain servants-on this long escape journey, you guaranteed the survival of all brain servants. Prove your awareness.

"Those brain servants will be properly cared for, and the Druid Research Association will make every effort to find a cure and awaken them, and you will become members of the Imperial Technology Department and do things you are better at.

"I have prepared the project for you."

"Project?" Yuri repeated the word subconsciously.

"I hope you will not be intimidated by the name of the project," Gao Wen smiled. "This computing center you are in is part of it-its name is 'narrator neural network', yes, you are familiar The 'upper narrator' ... "

As soon as Gao Wen's words fell, the archbishops' faces became pale to the naked eye. Wendy, who stood at the forefront, even subconsciously took a half step back and touched her neck with anxiety, as if someone would give her the next second. Needle-like.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty," Semler hesitated again and again, and finally couldn't help but say, "This name ... it should be just the name ..."

"Sorry, of course, it will have something to do with the" upper narrator "," Gao Wen slowly smiled, said with a serious attitude, "get ready, we have a long time to deal with" God " Yes. "

Yuri and Magnan looked at each other, Wendy and Semler thoughtfully, and Gao Wen exhaled softly and slowly opened his hands—

"Well, one last word, welcome to Cecil and welcome ... to join the rebellion plan."

...

Juri gradually approached the western horizon. The glorious crown released the last light and heat of the day at the lower end of the cloud. The orange-red glow spread along the rolling hills and plains, and finally at the throat of Orlandale The edge of the uneven mountains stopped and became a jagged, golden sideline.

Short black curly hair, tall and tall Hadirlen Augustus stood on a hill near Orndale's throat, staring blankly at the huge collapsed rift valley and the bottom of the rift valley. Still in the crevices of faint smoke and dust, the wind blowing from the plains swirled his cloak, and the royal coat of arms on the cloak shone in the sun.

The loyal obsidian embargo stood behind Hadirion, and several high-level knights looked at His Royal Highness with anxiety. As a son of Augustus, Hadirion was in the cursed place of Orandale's throat. It's been too long.

This is where the old emperor's capital collapsed and the beginning of the curse of the Augustus family. Some power beyond human understanding may still be entangled in this land. Existing lessons prove this-too close to Austria Langdale's Throat is very harmful to the Augustus family. There is a certain chance that their unstable mental state will deteriorate rapidly, or the curse will erupt early. Therefore, the members of Tifeng ’s royal family will be exhausted. Where possible, stay away from this place, and even try not to touch the "message" that was passed back from the throat of Orangedale to the capital.

However, Hadirlen Augustus has been in this area for a long time.

"His Royal Highness," a senior knight officer finally couldn't help but take a step forward. "The wind in the wilderness is bad for your health, you can go back and rest ..."

"It's not the wilderness wind that's harmful to the health," Hadirun turned back, glancing at the knight with a smile. "Rest assured, I'm paying attention to my mental state, I'm a person who cherishes life."

The knight opened his mouth, and finally resigned back helplessly, while Hadirun turned his head and continued to look in the direction of Orandale's throat.

He could faintly hear some whispers coming from that direction, and could feel that in the thick, cold, dark earth and stones, some ancient and indescribable force was still flowing slowly, it was actually very weak , Even faint to the point that it is invisible to ordinary people, but as an Augustus ... he can still vaguely perceive its existence.

That strength seemed to seduce itself forward, but the willpower training he received from an early age allowed Hadirion to easily restrain his urge to keep a safe distance from that strength and those whispers.

He was curious about what that thing was, but he also knew that "curiosity" is often the most lethal and harmful thing when dealing with something indescribable.

After waiting for another moment, a heavily armed knight squad carrying precious amulets finally came out of Orandale's throat rift.

"The expedition is back!" The officer on the hill said happily.

Those who set out to investigate the situation soon joined with the Knights led by Hadi Lun. A gray-haired knight was the leader of the Discovery team. He came to Hadi Lun, took off his helmet and saluted, " Your Royal Highness, we found some passages and the ruins of the city below, but the road to the deeper area completely collapsed and it seems to have just been collapsed. In addition, the structure of the central area of ​​the Rift Valley is very dangerous and small scales are still happening. We suspect that there was originally a space to be supported below, but now most of it has collapsed. "

"... the local sheriff said people heard several louder sounds than thunder on the 45th of last month, all from the direction of the Rift Valley, and it sounded from the ground," said a stand-up from Hardy. The knight behind Lun said, "We also found some hidden strongholds near here, all of which have been destroyed."

"It's a pity," Hadirion slowly shook his head. "Those 'Eternal Sleepers' ... it seems that their evacuation is very decisive and the purpose is clear. Even if we dig out the collapsed crypts, most of them are not inside. There will be something of value. "

"Fortunately, there was news from Aldnam. One after another began to contact the royal family to seek asylum. There were even some bishop-level strong men and specialized technicians. They also brought a lot of them. "Technical information," said the Cavaliers, "they couldn't take everything away after all."

"There will only be more in the hands of the Cecil ... but there is no way," Hadir said with regret. He finally glanced at the direction of the Rift and sighed softly. "It's time to go back. Get ready, let's leave-don't forget to pay the local guides for help and thank the sheriff. "

"Yes, Your Highness."

The knights immediately began to pack and prepare to leave this cursed place, and the commander beside Hadirion said: "His Highness Matilda has returned to Aldernan, and her trip to Cecil should have Less harvest. "

"I'm starting to look forward to what she brings me," Hadirun said with a smile, "I hope it won't be any quirky specialty food or a magical item that can be scary-as an empire "Pearl", she was not clever when she was getting along with her brother. "

The knights didn't know how to continue this topic, but could only pretend that they didn't hear anything, and kept busy, but Hadirun poked his mouth a little boringly because no one responded to him. He shook his head and stepped towards a short distance. The magic car on the open ground, but before getting on the car, he looked back at Orlandale's throat again.

The setting sun was almost sinking across the horizon, and there was only a slight layer of red light on the horizon. In the sunset that was about to disappear, the hills with undulating throats of Orandale became unreal.

"Curse ..."

Hadirun whispered.