The Goddess Shines on America

"My God, Boss? Brody? This is it!?"

Hank McNeil strode forward and took the unconscious Brody from Alice: "What happened to him?"

"Because he was fainted by hypnotic drugs, there should be nothing serious about his body, just help him to rest for a while."

This is the main entrance of the research institute. As early as the return journey, Alice notified a mercenary to come to meet him. There are three shifts in the underground construction, even if the programmers upstairs are either busy or sleeping, she will never be short of staff.

"Yes, boss." It's not what he should do indiscriminately. Hank McNeill immediately picked up Brody, who was full of tendons, and ran towards the infirmary on the second floor of the institute.

Watching the soldiers running into the distance, Alice was not in a hurry to take any action. She walked towards the building at a normal pace while taking out the walkie-talkie at her waist.

"Harry?"

A moment later, Harry Punes in an office on either the third or fourth floor, some nervous voice sounded: "Oh Neo, you can never imagine what I just finished! The main circuit board was activated by me, God , this is a circuit board with a ternary structure, it was actually used by me..."

"Congratulations, do you have a test tube there?"

"Test tube?" Harry froze for a moment, "Oh, sorry Neo, I drank too much coffee, test tube, hey, Gary, give me a test tube!"

It seemed that Harry was indeed busy making hardware in the laboratory. Alice took the elevator directly to the floor, but after passing the test tube passed by Harry, she could give those few drops of pink liquid a home.

Then, it's time to go back to the office.

After rushing back to her office, Alice opened Word-1988 non-stop, and then only heard the patchwork ticking sound in the room like a bumblebee flying, and she quickly entered the program codes she had just memorized. .

This is really a pretty superb algorithm.

Even with Alice's brain, she couldn't fully understand the logic of these codes in a short time. This is an algorithm of more than 300 pages, and the use of sentences is very concise, almost comparable to her level. In other words, the program that ordinary people need to work hard to write for a long time, at that person's level, not only only takes a fraction of the time, but also saves storage space to the greatest extent.

While typing the code quickly, Alice was also revisiting the content. The second careful browsing made her understand a lot. In this algorithm structure, the programmer applied a lot of knowledge of probability theory and statistics, and analyzed the data with high-end matrix technology. And extremely powerful software.

"So, analyzing the data... what data?"

Alice's typing speed didn't change, but she felt more and more headaches. Although she understood the general framework of the algorithm, she couldn't understand its final use. These codes are too refined, and obviously not in the same style as Alice, and the number is as high as 300 pages, which shows that the inventor is definitely a top genius.

The rest of the night was spent by Alice on entering codes. Fortunately, it was still Saturday after dawn, so she had plenty of time to spend. Of course, as a person with excellent academic performance and a successful career as a teenager, she certainly doesn't have to go back to school on time to attend classes, but this is the behavior of a good boy after all, isn't it?

In this way, the time of the night was fleeting, and when it was just dawn, Alice finally completed her task-entered all the codes.

"Huh~ I'm exhausted!"

As soon as her body softened, Alice slipped directly along the chair and fell to the ground.

Well, the desk was the quilt, and the marble floor tiles were the bed. She slipped under it and rolled on the ground.

"Oh, I'm so exhausted!"

It's not easy, Alice leaning her chin on the floor while lying on her stomach, looking at the glass window through the legs of the computer chair, the sunlight has been slanting into the room from the east, it looks so beautiful.

But she really tired herself out.

After all, she spent a lot of mental power last night for all kinds of actions. Originally, she only played it once in a while to maintain her figure and consume calories. The result is good. The various mental power consumption is comparable to that of Yinhe No. 2 after working for several days and nights. .

To tell the truth, just by collecting the volatile liquid and rebuilding the bottle body with telekinetic power at the molecular level, the amount of instantaneous calculations is so large that no supercomputer can do it.

"Hmm... It seems that there is an interface that wiped out all the McDonald's in the city today."

Muttering like this, she climbed back on the chair again, twisted her neck and buttocks, and stared at the monitor again.

This night was enough for her to have some clues.

What is recorded in the portfolio is an extremely powerful algorithm. Probability theory and statistics account for a considerable proportion of it. The application of advanced numbers related to matrices is enough to make ordinary mathematics master students confused.

Its function is to speculate on its subsequent evolution by inputting relevant data.

Prediction is theoretically feasible, and it has a cobweb-like connection with chaos in quantum theory. It is just that if you want to achieve this, you must go through very remarkable research. What's even more amazing about this set of algorithms is that it can track and analyze multiple data sources at the same time, and under the "N+1" algorithm, analyze the future evolution of these multiple data sources and their mutual influence. All included!

Almost every real scientist has great ideals. Undoubtedly, the scientist who developed this algorithm intends to realize the real prophecy. How feasible it is is temporarily unknown, at least at the same level of talent, his ambition is really much higher than that of Alice.

"Prophecy... also needs to be graded. This algorithm is still countless levels away from the real prediction, but it does not prevent him from doing calculations on the future development of other matters."

Although it was almost time for a morning run, Alice didn't have any plans at the moment. Instead, she touched her sharp chin and thought about it.

"The ideal is the ideal. In the 1960s, human beings still fantasized about traveling in space in 2001. In fact, by 2010, they will be like grandma. The idea of ​​prophecy is very good, but as a social creature, human beings will definitely directly use 'semi-finished products' for practice."

In any case, she was born again after the Rio Olympics. Alice is very familiar with some big problems in the process of human development. It can be said that for human beings whose development history is equal to the history of war, unless there is a common enemy, the so-called development will always be carried out in the process of internal fighting.

So to be reasonable, internal fighting is not just a traditional custom of the Chinese people, it is the same in the whole world, but China's territory is extraordinarily large, which makes many people think it is like this. Thinking about the dozens of "provincial" countries in Europe, looking at the development of the entire history of ancient, middle and modern times in Europe, isn't it just all kinds of troubles?

Everyone will always fight among themselves, unless there is a common and powerful enemy that suddenly emerges.

So, the same is true for this algorithm.

Scientists all over the world work together to develop it step by step, and finally realize the god-like fable ability?

Just kidding, as long as it is a little bit capable, it will definitely be used by a certain force immediately. If we really want to say that the whole people work together to do something, it can only happen when human beings are about to perish.

Then the problem is in front of us.

Nine times out of ten, the programmer is the "ah, mother, do it" guy, but who is he and who is he serving?

This really aroused Alice's curiosity. For anyone who has the advantage of rebirth, an uncontrollable accident is definitely a surprise-the world will not be so boring, it seems.

Alice is very aware of how strong her programming skills are. Programming Win1.0 in a week is just an amateur pastime; when she perceives her surroundings and controls matter at the molecular level, she can even use the speed of light to develop the computer hardware industry. Making an Intel octa-core processor by yourself is just the price of dozens of takeaway family buckets. It can be said that the reason why she made such things as Win-10 and iPhone7S-Plus in no time is purely for the sake of public acceptance.

But now, a programmer suddenly appeared in this world. Although her level is not as high as hers, she is also unbelievably good, to the extent of torturing Gates and Jobs!

Well, Jobs is not actually a programmer, this is skipped.

"In terms of grades..." Alice stared at the algorithm in front of her, and muttered to herself: "The programs compiled by ordinary MIT programmers are C-level, and the senior masters of Microsoft, Apple, IBM, etc. are B-level, then Gates and Paul Allen are at the A level, and I'm at the S+ or SS or SSS level, uh..."

"And this Zola... If I'm S+, then he should be S... No, no, that's A+ level, at most a little better than Gates."

"No, no, his comprehensive ability is much better than Gates. If I am SS, then he is S+."

"No, no, now I'm just calculating programming skills. If I'm SS and Gates is A, he's just A... A++, right? Well, A+++? Well, anyway... Oh, who cares, anyway, not yet I'm good enough."

Alice has come to the conclusion that she doesn't care what the hell the algorithm is. Even if she can really guess its next evolution by inputting some data sources, she doesn't expect herself to become the goddess of the new world with this thing, and leave it to the brain-dead demon kings to rule the world like a brain-dead devil king. Capitalists are only interested in that talent.

Well, Anim-Zola.

Alice wondered, how could she find this programmer who didn't know what the hell?