funbook-pk Chapter 64 Giving a Machine a Brain
Chapter 64 Giving a Machine a Brain
After driving for forty minutes, we entered a gate with no visible signs.
There was no guard post at the entrance, but Lin Yu noticed something moving in the bushes on both sides of the road. It wasn't the wind making it.
The car stopped in front of a gray building. The building was not tall, only three stories, and the exterior walls had the kind of paintwork from the 1980s, mottled and very old.
But Lin Yu could tell at a glance that all the windows were made of thickened bulletproof glass.
The middle-aged man opened the car door and glanced back at the back seat.
"Ms. Xia and Mr. Wang, please wait in the car."
Wang Lei was about to say something when Xia Zijing stopped him.
Lin Yu got out of the car and followed the middle-aged man into the building.
The corridor was long, lit by stark white fluorescent tubes, and footsteps echoed on the terrazzo floor. At each corner, there was a person standing ramrod straight, staring straight ahead, motionless.
Three security gates.
Each step requires scanning identification, fingerprints, and iris scans.
The middle-aged man walked ahead without looking back the entire time.
The last door opened to reveal a small conference room. There was a long table, eight chairs, and a national flag hanging on the wall.
Two people were sitting across the table.
A man in his fifties, dressed casually, with his hair shaved very short, sat upright like a ruler. A cup of tea sat beside him, but the tea remained untouched—he hadn't drunk a drop.
The other one was wearing a white lab coat, tall and thin, with gold-rimmed glasses, a stack of documents spread out in front of him, and his lips pursed into a thin line.
The middle-aged man pulled out a chair for Lin Yu.
Lin Yu did not sit down.
He glanced around the room, his gaze lingering for a second on the national flag on the wall before settling on the short-haired man.
"Are you in charge?"
The short-haired man looked at him without frowning at his words.
My surname is Zhao.
He spoke, his voice not loud, but each word seemed to be nailed into the air: "You can call me Director Zhao."
"I am responsible for coordinating with external technical resources for the Sky Eye Project."
Lin Yu pulled out a chair and sat down, his habit of putting one hand in his pocket seemed somewhat out of place in the military conference room.
"Speak."
Director Zhao glanced at the white coat beside him. The white coat opened the file and pushed the first page to the center of the table.
Simply put...
Director Zhao's gaze returned to Lin Yu. "We need an AI system that can learn and make its own judgments. Not a chatbot, but something that can make independent decisions in complex environments."
He paused for a moment.
You can think of it as giving a machine a brain.
Lin Yu didn't move.
The doctor in the white coat finally spoke, his voice dry and monotone: "Specifically, we need AI to analyze massive amounts of data in real time, even with incomplete information, and to provide actionable solutions. The response time cannot exceed 0.3 seconds."
"What about the data volume?" Lin Yu asked.
"Trillion-level".
How many variables are being processed simultaneously?
"There are at least 1,200 independent variables, and there are non-linear relationships between them."
Lin Yu leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing.
It's not about whether it's possible to do it.
They were thinking about whether the game was interesting enough.
Who worked on this project before?
Director Zhao and the man in the white coat exchanged a glance.
The doctor in the white coat adjusted his glasses: "Three teams in China have been working on this simultaneously for two years. The best one is stuck at a response time of 1.7 seconds; they can't go any lower."
"From 1.7 seconds to 0.3 seconds."
Lin Yu repeated, "More than five times less."
"right."
The man in the white coat pursed his lips again. "So all the previous technical approaches have been scrapped."
The room was silent for a few seconds.
Director Zhao picked up his teacup and finally took his first sip.
"Comrade Lin Yu."
He put down his cup. "I'm not a tech person, I don't understand those technical terms. I only have one question for you."
"Can it be done, or can't it be done?"
Lin Yu looked at him.
"What do I need?"
Director Zhao waited.
"I have the computing power. I have the materials. I have the manpower."
Lin Yu counted on his fingers, his tone like he was ordering food, "I only need one thing."
"data."
He leaned forward, his gaze suddenly sharpening.
"Real, massive amounts of unfiltered raw data. Give me as much as you have."
The doctor in the white coat's expression changed.
"These data involve—"
"I know what it involves."
Lin Yu interrupted him, "That's why I want it."
"For AI to learn to think, it needs to be fed real knowledge. If you show it textbooks, it will only ever memorize the text. You need to let it see the real world for it to learn to make judgments."
Director Zhao remained silent for a long time.
The only sound in the conference room was the faint hum of the fluorescent lights.
"I can't make decisions about the data."
He finally spoke, "It needs approval from above."
"how long?"
"Normal procedure, three months."
"Too slow."
Director Zhao looked at him, his tone unchanged: "This is already the fastest it can be."
Lin Yu stood up.
"Director Zhao."
He walked to the door, glanced back, and said, "You sent me here, not through the normal procedure."
He pushed open the door.
"I'll give you three days. If the data is available in three days, I'll start work. If the data isn't available—"
He didn't finish speaking before walking out.
Director Zhao remained seated, staring at the still-shaking door.
The doctor in the white coat said in a low voice, "This young man has a problem with his attitude."
Director Zhao ignored him. He picked up his teacup and found the tea had gone cold.
"Prepare the materials."
He stood up, pushed the chair back into place, and said, "I'll report it tonight."
The doctor in the white coat froze: "You really want to help him get special permission?"
Director Zhao walked to the door and stopped.
"Do you know how much money those three teams spent over two years?"
The white coats remained silent.
"4.7 billion."
Director Zhao opened the door. "The result is 1.7 seconds."
"If he can do it in 0.3 seconds, I'll approve it for three hours, let alone three days."
The door closed.
Inside the car, Wang Lei had already fallen asleep in his seat, snoring softly.
Xia Zijin sat on the other side, her tablet screen lit up.
Lin Yu opened the car door and got in, then casually pushed Wang Lei's head off his shoulder.
"How is it?" Xia Zijing didn't look up.
"I took on a job."
"What kind of work?"
"Teaching robots to be human."
Xia Zijing's fingers paused for a moment.
She turned to look at Lin Yu and noticed that his gaze was different from usual.
It's neither laziness nor sarcasm.
It's the kind of light that appears when you encounter a problem you've never faced before.
"Is it difficult?" she asked.
"That's very interesting."
Lin Yu leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and said, "It's more interesting than the college entrance exam."
Xia Zijing withdrew her gaze and typed a line on the tablet.
[Project Sky Eye. Response time: 0.3 seconds. Data requirements: National level.]
She thought for a moment and then added another line.
He said it was interesting. The last time he used that word was before Chicago.
The car drove into the city under the cover of night.
Lin Yu's phone vibrated.
News about Shen Yue.
Kevin Sterling held an emergency press conference at MIT two hours ago. He announced the formation of a new materials consortium, uniting four top European laboratories, with the goal of surpassing your 5247 within six months.
Additionally, he said something at the press conference: "The SC tournament is just an exhibition match. The real war is in the laboratory."
After reading it, Lin Yu placed the phone face down on his lap.
"here we go again."