Dumb Sand finally came to a realization amidst the explosive laughter that resounded throughout the world. It began to painstakingly correct its position, but it was useless most of the time. This continued until it used its trump card, alternating between the Fat Snake and the Thin Membrane state a few times. Only then did its accuracy increase.
Even though it was crooked, it was still able to find a general direction.
But if Shi Xinhe and the others were to shift their positions a few more times, this iron fool would most likely not be able to find his way north.
Shi Xinhe and the others were indeed prepared to do this. But at this time, nearly two hours later, Luo Nan's order descended upon their heads once more:
"You guys... Two more people."
The order was just a reminder to Shi Xinhe's group of seven. Their true target was the new batch of equipment that came later.
The twenty to thirty Burners had been idle behind the beach for a long time. They came from a variety of sources, including the military, corporations, laboratories, and so on. But the two hours of sentry duty was enough for them to cultivate a certain level of tacit understanding. The group of people had a simple discussion, and two people walked out from the front. They slowly walked over to the incorporeal domain on the beach.
Most of these people had their own channels to help them interpret and analyze the situation during the two hours they had been watching from the sidelines. Not too long ago, Dumb Sand had even personally explained the situation to them...
It was better than nothing.
So when they strode forward, they were prepared both physically and mentally.
The problem was that the 'mass' of these two Burners was much larger than Dumb Sand. Correspondingly, when they stepped into the 'circle', the recoil force of Shi Xinhe and the others' positive feedback loop was much stronger.
Arcs of light snaked through the air of Zeolite Beach once more. They were blazing and malevolent, and they headed straight for the heads of the two people who had just entered the circle.
Even though the first batch of the group of seven already had experience and had done some control beforehand, the two people still entered a rigid state in an instant. They didn't seem to be much more brilliant than the iron fool that was flowing in a crooked manner...
In every sense of the word.
It was as if the two of them had been electrified, and they perfectly replicated the "tungsten filament" state that Shi Xinhe and the others had two hours ago. At the same time, the balance was broken, and Shi Xinhe and the others also had an "abnormal discharge". To make matters worse, the sand ball model that had almost been perfected was twisted again.
On the other side, the intense energy radiating might have given Dumb Sand a clearer direction, causing this little thing to become excited again. Its speed increased explosively, and it completely corrected its direction, heading towards the shining land, and even towards the sand ball model floating in the center, heading straight for it.
Luo Nan saw everything with his eyes. Then he issued another order:
"Every five minutes, two more will enter, and so on."
In an instant, under the dazzling light on the beach, almost everyone's forehead was covered in sweat.
What happened on Zeolite Beach after that was more like a comical comedy for most of the viewers who were watching the live broadcast.
Stupid Sand, the Tyrant Body that was always clumsy, clumsy, and iron-headed, but occasionally brilliant and had an immortal body.
It was a bunch of "experimental equipment" that kept increasing, to the point that they swayed and returned to being clumsy.
And the "chase" between the two could be said to be absurd.
To put it simply, the group of people was upside down, and the monster was crooked and twisted. There were all sorts of electric arcs and light effects interspersed in the middle, and dust was scattered. It was clamorous and chaotic to the extreme.
Many people in various regions of the world were already going crazy with laughter.
But there were still many people who were unable to laugh. For example, the group of "ghosts" that were using high technology and high consumption methods to gather on Zeolite Beach.
Right now, the conditions for these capitalists and their trusted representatives to watch the live broadcast were becoming more and more in place. Aside from personally watching the scene in the form of ghosts, the visual effects of the data they received on the scene had already reached the pinnacle.
Within the Formatting Domain of the current focus:
The originally incorporeal domain now displayed a relatively complete coverage before their eyes, as well as a portion of the key structure of the system. It was direct and clear.
They could select any participant to understand the basic information and the power they belonged to. And the level of role these people played in the current domain, the ups and downs of their state, and the quality of their performance were all displayed in a dynamic manner. They could see it with a single glance.
Even the iron fool that crawled all over the place in the domain had quite detailed observation data attached to it. This included the calculation of its body length, volume, and weight, the amount of lightning it had to bear each time it was struck by lightning, the subsequent losses, the state of repair, and so on.
Of course, this also included the predicted path of the two's pursuit … … It was quite accurate.
When faced with this sort of scene where the real and the false were combined, people would naturally have the confidence to control everything. However, these elites who were used to rolling about in the sea of business understood one thing very well:
Behind gorgeous diagrams and data, there were often holes that couldn't be filled with normal expressions.
Then again, Baldy Jeff didn't have any intention of hiding it. At most, he carried a bit of a lack of sincerity: "It clearly isn't a very good forager. It has already been blinded by greed."
Was this a denial?
Not a single person could hear anything like this.
This was because Baldy Jeff was simply using the standard of evaluating life to apply to this strange creation that had no head or tail, was muddled and faceless, and only possessed a limited number of reaction modes.
No one present was an idiot. They could all see that Luo Nan was currently weary of dealing with Mother Zhang, who was secreting an excess of oxytocin. The two were tangled together, and there was no explanation for Dumb Sand at all. There was no control to speak of.
But it was in this sort of uncontrolled state that Dumb Sand displayed its truest and most reliable performance and movement, including perception, reaction, and related goals.
This series of actions could be called slow and stupid.
But the problem was that people could more or less discover, feel, and even understand the internal logic within … … The immediate and intuitive data attached to it was the most obvious evidence.
Of course, there were always contrarians everywhere.
"It's just artificial intelligence. And I can see that it's a path of deep learning. It's just that it's been packaged with extraordinary power and catalyzed a bit."
"Catalyzed … … a bit? You know that it's deep learning. Then you should be very clear on how much data is needed for a useful AI to be immersed in. How much training time is needed? "
"Please. Transfer learning is the foundation, okay? Even Luo Nan admits that he cheated. Is it that hard to transfer a neural network in advance? "
"What about a carrier? Or do you think that this pile of sand is actually a chip? Oh, right. The silicon content is quite high! "
"You also know that a carrier is needed? Then explain to me. What level of material support is needed to turn a pile of sand into an artificial intelligence? An astronomical amount of computing power. Of course, an astronomical amount of energy consumption. Where does all of this come from? Did it fall from the sky? "
"That's why this is a groundbreaking result! If he really did place a supercomputer next to him, and if he buried a nuclear reactor in the sea, what are we fighting for? "
"Groundbreaking cannot subvert the laws of physics. Extraordinaries aren't gods!"
"Hey, you have quite the bearing of a researcher. Then why don't you explain the Era of Distortion. Explain the extraordinary power. Explain the Extraordinaries who aren't gods. Or maybe you can discuss it with them face to face?"
The specters found it hard to interfere with reality for the time being. Under the catalysis of a series of inducements, a few people began to make a racket. Moreover, they were affected by the current deep problem. All of them copied half-baked theoretical concepts. You chattered and I pecked. Chicken feathers flew everywhere.
At the same time, there were people who tried to sort out the threads of thought and find a more realistic solution.
As the youngest person in the conference, Herman's ability to receive and digest information was quite outstanding. He worked hard to sort out his thoughts and asked their technical guide:
"Jeff. What do you think is the greatest threat to us from what Luo Nan has demonstrated so far. To be more precise, what do you think is the greatest threat to our investments?"
"Investment isn't my area of expertise, Mr. Herman." Bald Jeff pointed at his shiny skull: "I can only bring up problems that I find hard to explain and deal with as a reference. Is that okay?"
"Of course."
Bald Jeff extended two fingers:
"There are two problems. The first is an old problem. How did Luo Nan connect different authorizations and different versions of the dynamo core's regulations together?"
"We can guess that those damned 'Syncopators' played a crucial role. We can even dig out a few so-called 'Super Configuration' structures. We can try to repeat the experiment. But there's one thing: What's the threshold for using the Syncopators?
"After all, the current intelligence shows that the cost of this toy is very low."
Herman laughed bitterly: "Jeff, I feel that your attainments in investment are quite okay."
There was no doubt that Bald Jeff's words had hit the sore spot in the hearts of everyone present.
For a product, the most fatal thing was never the intergenerational competition of technology within the existing framework. Instead, it was the substitution of new things that transcended the existing framework.
Think about it. A group of Syncopators could be easily controlled by humans. They could fly up and down, soar freely. They could send the implanted dynamo core, which required powerful technical support, into the trash in a matter of minutes.
Quite a few people felt their blood pressure soar when they thought about this scene in their minds.
Some people sought to comfort themselves: "People like Luo Nan, who can easily control objects with their thoughts. Even among the psychic ability users, there are very few of them, right?"
"Indeed, there are very few of them. However, I just received some information from the Bitter Reef Laboratory in Ti City."
Bald Jeff snapped his fingers. In the virtual reality, a certain Syncopator floating on the beach suddenly disassembled into many different components, forming a set of very intuitive 3D component drawings.
"After disassembling this little toy, we can draw a basic conclusion. In its initial design, a portion of space was reserved for a control chip to be loaded in. If you make do with it, a miniature maglev motor is also possible. Even if it doesn't work, the distribution of special materials in a special force field isn't a problem that's hard to solve. "
Jeff didn't directly say the answer, but everyone present understood what he was implying:
Simple threshold control really wasn't much.
Someone pressed his forehead.
The 'ghost' group that gathered here fell into a stagnant silence.
However, Bald Jeff still had another question:
"Second, why didn't that sand demon die?"
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