In front of Xiangshan, countless data fell like an avalanche. These 0s and 1s quickly turned into bitmaps. The bitmaps were stacked and became countless models.
Xiangshan saw countless design drawings.
In this state, when he focuses on a graphic, countless specific information behind the graphic will emerge in his mind - this means that the bottom layer of his brain is cooperating with the program to download and read relevant information on the Internet.
material.
These are all technical data from the past thirty years.
"Oh!" "Native" was floating behind "Xiaoba". He sighed in a low voice: "The current technology is a little more advanced than I imagined. The most high-temperature-resistant quantum logic gate can actually operate at a normal pressure of 200K.
Do you work in an environment?”
"Hmm, it's achieved through superconducting. Liquid carbon dioxide can maintain the operating temperature. But the disadvantage is that it is extremely difficult to produce, the cost of a single chip is extremely high, and it is almost impossible to use it on a large scale under the current technical conditions."
"Except for the two scientific research knights of Mars, even the gene bank armed attachés and scientific research knights are not allowed to manufacture or possess equipment that can produce such quantum chips."
Xiaoba nodded: "The temperature of 200K, just over sixty degrees below zero, is liquefied dry ice. It is more in line with the requirements of knights than the 80K quantum chip. I remember that eighty years ago, it was only over a hundred Kelvin.
."
"Yeah, but I heard that only a small number of warrior communities on Saturn can produce this kind of superconducting quantum chip, and the output is still low. You have to go through several procedures to flow into the earth, which is too difficult. Now you don't need to think too much about it. And
The upper limit of this thing’s capabilities is still not as good as the technical route chosen by the government. It’s a real dog.”
Now the knights and the government have even begun to consciously create two parallel technological development routes. Although they share a theoretical basis, the knights will think about "how to make a thing work for a long time under worse conditions", while the government will
Prefer to "maximize the effectiveness in a short period of time".
Except for purely theoretical research, the government will avoid working on room-temperature quantum logic gates. The scientific research knights who are doing this topic will not be able to apply for any funding. And the research resources raised by the knights will never be spent on "how to improve
"The Limit of Quantum Chip Capabilities in Low-Temperature Environments".
"Technology" has no will of its own, it is just a tool. And the shape of this "tool" will also be determined by the needs of the person who created it.
"Okay, stop being a tech geek. No matter how delicious a 200K superconducting quantum chip is, you can't get it now. We have to concentrate on finding a way to make refrigerants."
"The heat exchange circuit of the prosthetic body also needs to be redesigned. Let's see how the latest prosthetic body is laid out."
"The content is still not enough. We still have to find a way to bypass that guy Hartman and find the blueprints that exist in the interstellar network."
"Don't be kidding, he destroyed his team looking for the legacy of the Eighth War God three years ago, and then destroyed another of his special forces not long ago. I guess he is going crazy now. Now is the time when the blockade is the strictest. Exposed
The possibility is too great.”
"Then look for it on the Earth Network. How many knight-errant communities will discuss the 'design of a prosthetic body that spans one world and another'? Look for relevant content."
Xiangshan quickly browsed the massive amount of information.
About half an hour later, the world in Xiangshan's eyes became a little blurry.
"Are you distracted?" "Native" was a little dissatisfied: "Give me some help, buddy."
"Noise... there are too many environmental distractions." Xiaoba patted his head: "Why don't you go back to your own vehicle to work? Now you're a bit... not quite used to it?"
"What's wrong."
"With the recovery of memory, some bad habits seem to have begun." Xiao Ba said: "I have too many memory defects in the second half of my life, so in a short period of time, some details will be biased toward when I was young."
"Native" pondered: "Well, speaking of it, it's a bit uncomfortable. It seems that when you were young, you would feel at ease if you stayed in a place full of large equipment and worked. Um... what is that? The smell of ozone mixed with rosin?"
"Of course, there's also white noise."
"White noise is the most soothing thing."
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This is one of Zhu Xinyu’s earliest “deep impressions”.
That should have happened in 2031. At that time, she had just come to live in the Rama Project park. She was still wearing a few electronic shackles and lived in a dormitory. The other girls in the same dormitory were monitors from other countries.
She was watched while eating and sleeping, and at least one person followed her wherever she went.
When she went to work, one of her "roommates" would "escort" her there. After entering the door, the "roommate" would hand over the device that could activate some inhumane functions of the electronic shackles to others, and would also
Special equipment must be used for handover. The same applies when she returns to the dormitory.
Zhu Xinyu also knew that there were cameras watching her at all times in the park.
It's exactly like a prisoner's treatment.
Not quite right either.
There are even more extreme ones.
When she was resting, she always had to face an old man nagging her. The old man... well, the old man's words were not disgusting, at least not offensive, and his attitude was very gentle, but the content was really annoying.
Can't stand it.
It’s actually a “culture class”!
That's right, culture class!
She was in an extremely secret project of the United Nations led by the permanent members of the Security Council. She was being talked about about the contents of cultural classes! Cultural classes!
The old man also said that this was something that "Director Xiang" asked him to do. "Director Xiang" was his leader, and whatever the leader said he would do, he asked her to give him this face.
The culprit of everything is the playboy who calls himself a "scientist"!
Zhu Xinyu just stared at the corner of the room. There, Xiang Shan was arm-in-arms with a bearded American man. The two of them took one side of the Bluetooth wireless earphones and were exchanging something in a low voice.
Appearance is vulgar.
The reason why Zhu Xinyu was alone was because Xiang Shan was her direct supervisor in this building.
Just now, the bearded man from the United States ran over, holding a very retro audio playback device, and communicated quietly with Xiang Shan.
——You must be listening to something that you are embarrassed to release to the public...
Zhu Xinyu pursed her lips.
At this moment, a light-haired woman sat next to Zhu Xinyu, patted her shoulder, and said: "Don't be curious about that, understand? Normal people can't understand that kind of weird taste. Don't challenge it.