"If you ask me, this thing is just like a cell..." Looking at the ellipsoid of the black ball above his head, David couldn't help but sigh.
Xiangshan rubbed his chin: "Yes."
A few months later, Xiangshan returned to "Ogun" again. At this moment, Ogun had changed drastically.
Many lightweight and strong synthetic material pillars were placed inside Ogun. Not only that. On the outside of Ogun, humans also built huge steel structures. Steel structures like the bottom of the Eiffel Tower enveloped Ogun.
Gong is wrapped like a huge hollow shell, with many steel cables hanging down, fixed in various directions on the surface of Ogun, and glued together with polymer adhesive.
After research, humans were surprised to find that they seemed to be a little better than Ogun's builders in terms of materials science - of course, Ogun's builders may have considered cost issues, or Ogun's mission did not include
Including "remaining intact on the planet's surface". Humans can use lighter but stronger materials to build a support skeleton for Ogun to prevent this big, soft thing from being crushed by its own weight.
David even joked that if Voodoo used Ogun as a metaphor, then this "Ogun" might not have completed its mission.
Although it was a tinged joke, Xiang Shan felt that it was quite appropriate.
In addition, humans have also installed many high-power lighting equipment inside. Close to the ground, the light is connected. The warm light is even reminiscent of cell fluid.
"The dark ellipsoid is the nucleus. Then, the slate is the DNA. The tape head is the transcriptase. The stored raw materials are sugar and protein." David pointed to the distance: "Those robots are enzymes and organelles...
"
"It's interesting." Xiang Shan nodded: "Then this large cell died unexpectedly."
"Indeed." David nodded: "It also stores a large amount of raw materials, but it has not reached the designed limit life. What a pity."
Those uranium blocks containing strong radiation have been urgently transported away by the permanent members of the Security Council. Although there is some radiation left here, it is extremely weak and there is no need to wear protection.
As the investigation deepens, humans become more and more in awe of Ogun's automatic industrial robots. These robots do not simply huddle inside and replicate themselves from generation to generation. They can even repair the shell. According to archaeological research, this shell was at least replaced by interstellar materials.
A micro meteorite hit it once. A large hole with a diameter of several meters penetrated the multi-layered hull. But the little robots still repaired it.
Although the strength of the repaired part is much lower than the original one, and it is even a low-quality alloy. But these small robots can automatically complete this level of tasks after practicing the design drawings until the AI adds up to only a few hundred megabytes.
It's unbelievable.
Even after they concluded that "the cycle of self-replication has collapsed," they were not at a loss, nor did they destroy the hull. Instead, they concentrated on the stern of Ogun and entered eternal silence.
This is like programmed apoptosis of biological cells, full of harmonious beauty.
"I also think my metaphor is very good." David was very proud, "I think this may be a train of thought..."
"But we still don't know how to crack it." Xiang Shan looked at the thing in trance.
David patted Xiang Shan on the shoulder: "Don't be sick, brother, work, work, work. Even thinking about aliens, you have to finish the work at hand first. The one who pays our wages is the United Nations."
Xiang Shan nodded.
However, David's idea seemed to be magical. In his mind, "Ogun" suddenly turned into a large cell. It seemed to carry the history of alien life's evolution for hundreds of millions of years. In its nucleus
, there is the shining of the alien sun, the roar of the alien ocean, the eruption of the alien volcano... the life history of a planet seems to be all here.
Xiangshan himself also knew that this idea was actually nonsense. Ogun only had a few hundred megabytes of information. Even if the aliens used a clever encryption algorithm, it might not be that big (not to mention that the encryption method chosen by the aliens did not seem to be that outstanding)
(highly efficient). The alien earth, water, fire and wind are all his romantic illusions.
But this thought seems to have magic power.
——Speaking of which...it does not follow linear logic...
——Is the information of genes like this? A genome or even a gene may determine several different traits. And these seemingly unrelated traits are actually closely related to each other and have evolutionary logic...
——A gene...
--symbol……
"Hello? Shan?" Ingrid pushed towards Shan: "Are you too tired?"
Only then did Xiangshan notice that his chopsticks had rolled the noodles on his plate into a whole lump of noodles. He had been in a daze for several minutes.
"Sorry..." Xiang Shan waved his hand: "I'm a little distracted. What are you talking about?"
"The "Xuanji Picture" I talked to you about last time. I thought about what you told me. It seems interesting to look at this word game from the perspective of 'compression algorithm'. I thought about it a little more, and I hope
It’s a little inspiring for you.”
Ingrid said: "If we first follow the logic of crossword puzzles and allow poems to intersect with each other, and the same words are stacked on top of each other... What kind of text do you think we can get through computer brute force and the like?
matrix?"
"I dare not say anything else. There must be a lot of gaps." Xiang Shan waved his hand: "The frequency of occurrence of Chinese characters is different, and the same is true in poetry. Anyway, the final result is just a large crossword puzzle."
——From the perspective of compression algorithm, "Xuanji Tu" is not excellent...
Xiang Shan felt that he had caught something again.
But obviously, just as game players often encounter the illusion of "I can counterattack", Xiangshan's feeling is still an illusion.
People like Xiang Shan are not uncommon in the park. Most of the scholars who choose to stay are very interested in the mysteries of aliens.
But Xiangshan seemed to have gone a little too far.
On this day, even his dreams were from that cell.
In an ocean...among deep sea volcanoes...
Sudden!
Just like thunder and lightning passing through dark clouds and illuminating the original lifeless planet, Xiangshan suddenly sat up from the bed.
He grabbed his cell phone and immediately called Yog: "Hello, Yog?"
"What's the matter? It's time..." Yawgmoth was obviously sleepy.
"Let me ask you a question..." Xiang Shan took a deep breath: "Does genetic information contain the structure of the 'cell' itself?"
"Huh?" Yawgmoth didn't quite understand the question. Biologists were not used to this way of expression.
Xiangshan asked again: "I mean, how does genetic material reproduce the process of birth of the 'cell' structure itself?"
Yawgmoth was furious: "You called me at this fucking hour to ask such idiotic questions?"