The Goddess Shines on America

In the meeting room of the Exeter Computer Research Center on Sunday morning, nearly fifty programmers from the whole institute gathered together. Although there were not many of them, they were all talented hackers with a lot of ideas at a young age. But apart from Alice, who presided over the meeting, there was a younger girl who attracted special attention. The little Chinese girl Ada sat beside the host excitedly. She was invited.

So, when the last companion arrived, Alice said: "Ladies...no ladies, girls, and gentlemen, good morning everyone."

"Hey, Neo." Somewhere on a large round table, Kevin Mitnick said indoors wearing sunglasses, "Stop talking nonsense, let's get to the point!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bob Lean at the other end of the round table also smiled and said, "That's right, I was busy and you called me over, so let's get to the point!"

"I agree with both of you, let's get to the point." This is Harry Punes with potato chips in his mouth but not chewing. The potato chips were delivered by his girlfriend this morning.

"Oh, it seems that everyone is a pragmatist." Since the routine greeting failed to gain any benefits, Alice pursed her lips and said, "Then I'll just start talking."

It's no wonder that everyone doesn't want to see me, after all, regular meetings always start on Mondays, and the current meeting was gathered unexpectedly by her. Many people here are either obsessive-compulsive disorder, or schedule robot, interrupting the usual way of life is the most annoying thing.

"Have you ever heard of a name?" Alice planned to use this as an entry point: "Arnim Zola?"

Compared to randomly looking for a person in the global household registration files, the employees in front of me are the most appropriate choice. Alice knows better than anyone else that 99% of the employees in her research institute are masters of all kinds of dishonesty Hackers, the information resources they have are all CIA-level!

However, when she asked this question with full expectation, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

Of course, everyone knows that Alice will not ask stupid questions, and everyone here happens to be very "knowledgeable" "miscellaneous experts". Since Alice asked this question, it must be that she really wants to find such a person. figure.

But really... no impression!

"Arnim Zola?" Bob Lean touched his big square chin and said, "I've never heard of it, Neo, which new power supply movie is this character?"

Kevin Mitnick said thoughtfully: "The surname Zola is very impressive, but I really don't have any impression. Believe me, BOSS, if I have heard of it, I will definitely not tell you of."

Harry Punes finished his potato chips and wondered, "Neo, are you sure this isn't the aftermath of the DC you just acquired?"

Everyone else is okay, Harry's question is a bit too much, Alice glared at him: "What do you mean? Can I still imagine a superhero for you to guess?"

A colleague spoke up: "Neo, why don't you tell us who he is first? If it's just a name, the search range is too wide, right?"

"About this... you can take a look at this." There was nothing to hide, and Alice took the set of algorithm files from the desk behind her. Of course, she didn't print the 300-page document into 50 points in such a boring way, but simply divided the pages into 50 points, and then threw them to everyone in a pile.

After that, there was naturally a long silence, but this silence only belonged to the programmers. It was precisely in this emptiness that Ada, who was sitting next to Alice, began to be dishonest.

"Sister Alice," she said curiously and earnestly, "The thing you gave them was written by that person?"

"Smart!" Alice touched the little sister's head. After all, in this situation, most people tend to think of the character introduction: "This Zola seems to be a programmer, and what I show you is an algorithm written by him. .”

Programming and algorithms are not things that Ada can understand, but she knows how to observe. The only thing an ordinary ten-year-old girl can and should do when she comes to the Advanced Research Institute is to observe. She immediately observed that when this group of former hackers and current researchers who claimed to be geniuses got along with each other on weekdays, their eyes widened, they looked at the documents in their hands in shock and treasure, and looked up as soon as they lowered their heads. I can't get up.

"It looks amazing." Ada silently concluded that this group of people is like the current reading state. As far as she knows, they will only appear when Alice presents her own programming code. This happens every time, when Alice writes even a random string of codes, the group of hackers will read them with great interest and relish for a long time, as if it is a world famous book.

And what Ada has observed now is that these people are looking at these algorithms now, which is almost equivalent to looking at Alice's own code. Just because of some "you know" reasons, they were shocked and surprised while being amazed and surprised.

Ada won't take the initiative to say anything, and the boss Alice is naturally more happy to pretend to be deep, and even poses with her chin in her hands. Time passed in silence like this, and the 30 pages of code actually took them no less than half an hour to read. Then, when the third moment was about to arrive, these masters with basically the same speed put down the materials in their hands one by one, and they all looked emotional and shocked.

In this way, one person after another kept putting down the materials, and after a minute of effort, the reading finally stopped.

After another seven or eight seconds of silence, Alice said, "How are you doing, everyone, what do you think?"

Ada looked left and right, intelligently remained silent, and played the role of her own mascot.

"Huh..." Taking a long breath, Kevin Mitnick took off the sunglasses he was still wearing even when reading the materials: "Alice, I'm sure you didn't write this algorithm, although you have this level , but not in this style.”

"That's right, that's right," Harry Poness said with bright eyes, "If you say, Alice, that your programming style is like a person, then this algorithm obviously has another person's personality. Style, a kind of..."

Ada couldn't help but interjected: "The programming code can also reflect the author's personality!?"

The little girl was really shocked, what and what was all this. To talk about a wonderful literary work, critics can certainly feel the author's writing style from the choice of words and sentences, but how can there be such a thing as programming?

"Of course there is!" Hearing that little Ada actually questioned himself, Harry immediately became anxious with her: "Every program has a soul, such as..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Alice interrupted him in an extremely timely manner: "When we really develop the three-dimensional...ah no ternary computer to the level of 'I, robot', you can go Make love to him or her, stop now!"

Then, she narrowed her eyes again and looked at Harry threateningly: "Besides, you said that my programming style is just like a person, so Harry, you should come and tell me what kind of person I am." chant?"

To digress, to digress, Kevin Mitnick quickly took the lead to persuade the boss, so Alice let the poor little fat man go. While someone was wiping cold sweat, she returned to the topic and said, "Okay, although each of you only read a part of the code, I think everyone can realize something."

"This is an algorithm based on probability and statistics, using matrix as a means to realize the evolutionary derivation of the future trend of the data source. I don't care how far it can be practical, and whether this algorithm has the possibility of improvement Sex, what I need to do now is to find this programmer, everyone has no doubts, right?"

Among the hackers present, whoever has the most prestige besides Alice is, of course, none other than Kevin who has hacked into the Pentagon many times and personally fought against Alice. Now he put on the sunglasses again, brushed his hair coolly, and leaned back on the chair.

"This is too simple. Anyway, we have a supercomputer underground. Let us big guys use it as a computer and turn the world's Internet upside down! I don't believe that guy can't go online at all, Alice, you I must have noticed that the data source of this algorithm is completely based on the 'N+1' structure, and it is not used to evolve a single thing. Think about it, which data source in the world can be more efficient than the entire Internet huge?"

The same word is endowed with multiple meanings in different contexts, and of course everyone can understand it. Immediately, cheers rang out immediately, and the excited Harry looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle with a dreamy face, not knowing what's so interesting about the vent in the corner.

"Then this is a very troublesome job." Even in the bustling scene, when Alice spoke, everyone immediately fell silent: "After all, you haven't even heard his name, obviously this guy is at least useless. The name has gone through the rivers and lakes, after all, you are all old rivers and lakes. Let a group of old rivers and lakes find someone who doesn't even know the old rivers and lakes, have you thought about what to do?"

This is indeed a problem, so Kevin immediately asked: "The most critical question, where did you get this data source?"

Undoubtedly, Brody's deeds will be exposed in front of everyone, and after learning that this elite former Navy SEAL sniper actually confused himself for such an embarrassing reason, good guy, the meeting room Laughing again, no one really gave the front desk boy any face.

"No, no, I really can't do it! Wahahaha~ I really laughed to death~"

"Then, Boo Boo, then hurry up and deal with that drilling rig company more. Boo Boo, this is your job."

"No, no, don't make trouble, I'm going to die laughing. Wait, Neo, postpone the meeting." At the end of the laugh, Harry, who had collapsed under the chair, got up and smiled weakly: "I said buddy Guys, everyone has come out of the medical room and is at the front desk now, let's hurry up and laugh at him!"

In this way, with someone's happy acquiescence, the swarm of crying wolves rushed out of the meeting room like a tide, and headed towards the building.

Then, Alice, who was still in the meeting room, asked Ada beside her, "Girl, are you going to make Brody's mistake?"

Little Ada looked at her with a raised eyebrow: "Are you kidding me!?"

Recommend a book, "I don't want to be a blue boy's paper". Note that it is not a boy or a boy's paper but a blue boy's paper. If anyone can't find this book because of a wrong input, the mother will force her daughter to become a blue book. It would be a pity if the son's transformation was cool.