At the same time that the car in which Ed and Gu Tie were riding knocked the sewer iron gate and the two men away, at the GTC headquarters located 30 kilometers outside Salzburg, Austria, the Alien Information Section of the GTC Communication Department 110 meters underground was During the routine hourly summary of "World" monitoring data, an abnormal data peak was discovered.
The first person to discover this data anomaly was Operator No. 3. The Alien Information Section has forty independent studios, each with only one operator. In the 2,000-square-foot pure white room, except for the necessary air conditioning devices There is nothing else, data flows pouring down from all directions like waterfalls, and the operator sitting in the central swivel chair constantly looks around, using his naked eyes to find disordered strings in the ordered data.
Although quantum computers have computing speeds that humans cannot match, the work of monitoring data anomalies can only be done manually. The operation of "Genesis" is based on quantum states, which are expressed by the relative positions of particles on the Bloch sphere. This What makes a quantum computer actually handle is a "number of degrees of freedom" rather than the 0s and 1s of a binary computer. For this reason, Genesis itself cannot judge whether a piece of data is correct or wrong, and can only mark slightly different data based on trends. ,The final judgment is made by experienced operators.
Operator No. 3 is a mixed-race woman of Arab descent and one of the few old-school operators in the Alien Intelligence Section. In order to greatly increase visual flow, many operators have implanted microelectrodes in the optic nerve center to allow data The image is directly transmitted to the lateral geniculate body of the thalamus through the optic nerve. Although the "World" implanted chips have been distributed to the world, there are not many staff members in GTC who dare to implant them deeply. No. 3 is a staunch conservative.
Operator No. 3 keenly discovered a raised saddle-shaped peak in the data waterfall. She immediately enlarged the partial screen and reviewed the detailed data. This data stream represented the synchronization of the "World" client login within 8 hours. The rate of change, that is, the success rate of game players occupying the body of an NPC. Since the game avatar may be sick, injured or even die, the rate of synchronic change presents a rigorous probability matrix, in which abnormal data is quite conspicuous.
"This is unreasonable. Why are there two overlapping peaks?" Operator No. 3 spread the abnormal data in front of her eyes and wondered. Before reporting to her superiors, she needed to give a reasonable explanation for the abnormal data. This explanation would It will be written in the report and kept in her file, which is crucial for her promotion within GTC. Operator No. 3 suppressed his impulsive mood, patiently unfolded the code, and began to check this strange string of data word by word. .
A red number flashed twice in the air, which meant that her working hours were about to end. Each operator could work for up to 4 hours continuously. Beyond this time limit, the chance of mental breakdown caused by the chaotic data torrent would greatly increase. , Operator No. 3 wiped the sweat from the tip of her nose. She still has five minutes to interpret this data and report it to the boss. This is a rare opportunity that she must seize.
When there was only one minute left in the countdown, she cheered, jumped out of the swivel chair, and quickly jumped with her fingers on the virtual keyboard. She attached the abnormal data to the report, skipping the head of the Alien Intelligence Section, and sent it directly to Layton Huo, the director of the Communications Department. Dr. Walter, according to internal regulations, when a major abnormality is discovered, the operator has the right to report it beyond the level. In fact, this is also the best way for an ordinary operator to get into the sight of his immediate superior. The head of the Alien Intelligence Section himself was " When the "World" test was running, Dr. Holt's detailed report on the subjects being lost in the virtual world was appreciated and he was promoted to the position of section chief.
The moment the report was sent, the countdown ended, all the data in the room disappeared, the lights came on, the door opened, and Operator No. 3 walked out of the room cheerfully, not forgetting to high-five the Operator No. 47 who replaced her in celebration. No. 47 looked at the Arab woman's back in confusion and said to himself: "Is she interested in me? I have never seen her so enthusiastic towards me."
This was also the last time that Operator No. 47, and even the entire Alien Information Division staff saw Operator No. 3. It only takes a moment to forget a beautiful Arab woman. The GTC internals have long been accustomed to this sudden disappearance, and even regard it as a kind of sudden disappearance. It's normal, nothing strange at all.
The report of Operator No. 3 failed to reach the hands of Director of Communications Leighton Holt. The bald Dr. Holt was a busy man. After attending the GTC conference held at the Table Bay Hotel in Cape Town, South Africa, he was working non-stop. Flying to Malaysia to take over the mess of East Asia's core routing collapse, taking this opportunity, the 50ppm interception probe implanted by Luxor Muhammad, deputy director of the Communications Department and chief of the Alien Intelligence Section, came into play. 3 As soon as the operator's report appeared in the quantum network, it was pierced and hijacked by the probe. A spam email titled "Good News: GTC Online Mall has started a big sale" appeared in Dr. Holt's mailbox. The report of No. 3 lay quietly on the screen of Luxor Mohammed's terminal. The head of the Alien Intelligence Section glanced at the brief text and the code in the attachment, and his expression became more and more serious.
Muhammad picked up the phone and dialed the four-digit internal phone number. After it rang three times, the other party picked up the phone: "Hello, Bartholomew,"
"Good morning, Doctor," Mohammed said with a cheerful voice, "I just got a bottle of fine twelve-year-old single malt Scotch whiskey. Are you interested in coming over for a drink?"
"Drinking at ten in the morning doesn't seem to be in line with work regulations," Brandon Bartholomew said with a smile, "but I accept your invitation, prepare the cup, I will be there soon,"
The call was hung up. Seven minutes later, Dr. Bartholomew, the father of "Genesis", the leader of the "World" project, and Gu Tie's adoptive father, came from the room on the 5th floor above the ground to the office of the Alien Intelligence Division on the 28th floor underground. , closed the heavy door with good sound insulation effect, the gray-haired old man sat unceremoniously in the sofa chair opposite the desk, and asked: "Tell me, what is it?"
Muhammad stood up respectfully and turned the terminal screen to the other party: "You can see for yourself, the operator's report has just been intercepted,"
Bartholomew's eyes passed over the text and settled on the code. After a few seconds, he sat up straight, scanned the code with bright eyes, and silently recited a string of unknown meaning, "Who else is there besides yourself?" Have you seen this data?" He stood up suddenly, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, and asked sharply.
The thin, dark-skinned chief of the Alien Intelligence Section lowered his head: "No one else has access to this report except me, doctor. Before Holt comes back, I can control all the resources of the Communications Department."
Bartholomew nodded and walked back and forth in the room a few times, looking a little anxious: "It's still too early. The spectrum of the two souls is still far from each other. There will definitely be conflicts when they come into contact with each other at this time. What exactly caused it?" When this happens, the personality in the 'world' should not have the power to directly communicate with the descendant. Where does this variable come from, and why is there no warning,"
Muhammad stood aside, not daring to say anything to disturb the old man's thoughts.
Stopping suddenly, Bartholomew snapped his fingers, "Verify my identity,"
"Verified, dear father, I miss you very much," a gentle male synthesized voice came from the office terminal speaker, "Your heart rate is 22% higher than the normal value, and your blood pressure is close to the warning line. Do you need me to call the doctor?
,Dear father, your current situation is very dangerous,"
"No, no," Bartholomew said irritably, "Check my permissions. How many monitoring threads are there in the 'World' operation database? How likely is it to directly access the operation data within 72 hours without being discovered by observers?
,"
"The GTC presidium's internal control of the quantum computer can bypass the core of altruism logic, dear father," the pleasant male voice replied, "Even if you use the underlying permissions and use the maximum timing to resist detection, you can only
Maintaining a working time of three seconds, the probability of being detected after more than three million microseconds is close to 95%."
"That's enough." The doctor put on his glasses, sat down behind his desk, and turned the terminal screen towards him. "Check all abnormal fluctuations in the KD83024771θ-2 implanted personality within 72 hours, output the results as a printout, and erase
Traces, of course, the underlying timing that maintains the stable operation of this personality cannot be stopped, understand?"
"Of course, dear father," the male voice replied without hesitation, "waiting for your instructions,"
Bartholomew crossed his hands in front of his forehead, calmed down his emotions, and said, "Let's get started."
The second hand of the wall clock in the office ticked three spaces, and the LED light indicating data traffic on the terminal network interface was always on, and then suddenly turned off. There was nothing abnormal on the screen, but the wireless printer next to it started working, spitting out full prints quickly.
A4 printing paper for data and charts, "pay attention to the extra paper," the doctor whispered.
"Roger, doctor," Luxor Mohammed bent down and took out a few packages of printing paper, unpacked them, and stood in front of the printer to wait. The electromagnetic transfer printer was outputting query results at a speed of 120 sheets per minute. After a while,
A pack of 450 sheets of printing paper was used up. The head of the Alien Information Section immediately put a new pack of paper into the paper inlet, pressed the binding button on the front of the printer, and automatically punched holes. The threading process only took a few seconds.
, Muhammad held up the first thick material with all his strength, and handed it to the doctor behind the desk with both hands.