The so-called chips were made from silicon.
Silicon was extremely abundant on Earth, just like sand and stones.
High-purity polysilicon could be obtained by purifying it in a physical way.
As for snail shells, they were formed by eating soil or limestone … It was worth a try to change the structure of the shell by making snails eat sand.
"The purity of silicon needs to be 99.9%, and the ability to purify minerals … The trace elements in our bodies are not easily obtained.
"A top-notch chip is only the size of a fingernail, and it can have several kilometers of wires and tens of millions of transistors. It can be said to be the world's most precise carving technique.
"However, every single cell produced by a living organism surpasses the precision of countless chips put together … Just one of its DNA sequences is enough to beat it."
There was no problem with the precision.
Life was a miracle of "precise carving".
In short, if the ancestor of snails, Yudura, failed …
Then there was really no other way.
"Starting from me, I will build the Chinese core."
Fu Qingjun felt that his hair had unlimited potential, and the snail chip was also a possibility.
The night passed. In the Mythical Demon Banquet, Yudura's fighting spirit was boosted, and she was very hot-blooded.
Her modification was actually only one thing: changing the material of the snail shell.
Soon, there was some progress.
"I've found the vein!" she exclaimed.
…
The next morning, Fu Qingjun woke up as usual and stretched.
Awesome!
His lips curled into a smile.
Two days, the ant wine was formed!
Three days, the clock assembly line was formed!
Half a month, he started making his own chips!
In just a few months, these three assembly lines were clearly ancient, medieval, and modern. How could they be so awesome?
In the blink of an eye, he had completed the history of human development.
"If it were a normal novel, if I did this for two months, wouldn't it be almost time for the ending?"
He smiled proudly.
He got up and brushed his teeth. He put on his black silk muscles, clothes, and high heels.
"Whoosh!"
His whole body gradually expanded, and he instantly became a tall, mighty, and handsome young man.
Every time he saw those novels and television dramas, he felt that it was ridiculous.
The protagonist in the novel had yet to develop his abilities, yet he was already roaming around and provoking enemies, acting cool and slapping people's faces. He didn't know how to lay low until he had mastered his godly skills before leaving the mountain.
He even tried all sorts of ways to slow down the pace. He clearly had a better way to take off in an instant, but he turned a blind eye to it, slacking off like crazy, taking the detours of a newbie's outfit everywhere.
"Sure enough, a novel is a novel. It's not logical at all. I'm different from the real person in real life."
Fu Qingjun stretched his back and complained. He walked out of the door with a serious expression and went to eat breakfast. "Theoretically speaking, manufacturing chips is the fastest development I can make right now. It's also the most likely way to take off in an instant."
The A.I. Chip was the core.
The entire modern, high-tech human empire was based on chips, or integrated circuits.
The snail was just a test …
If they succeeded, then perhaps they would stand on the basis of five thousand years of human science, instantly subverting some kind of … mechanical sorcerer civilization would be born.
This civilization was far more developed than the primitive tribes!
After all, not to mention the era of the Gatha Tribe, the witch civilization was also extremely primitive and bloody. There was no technical content at all. It was just crazy reproduction, reproduction, reproduction … using the racial advantage to carry out species mutation, the survival of the fittest.
However, how could they have a foundation?
Fu Qingjun shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Even if they were born holy, it's impossible to have a foundation. The time is too short."
The era of the Gatha Tribe was exaggerated to the point of extravagance, but in fact, it was just a small muscular tribe in the countryside, very barbaric.
The era of the witches and angels stunned Professor Nasica and the others. In fact, although there was a modern social system brought by Qin Hong, it was just a group of crazy reproduction, reproduction, reproduction queen ants, using Darwin's theory of evolution to carry out the most primitive species optimization, the survival of the fittest.
These two civilizations. There was no foundation.
There was almost no accumulation that belonged to them.
Could it be called a "civilization"?
Fu Qingjun didn't think so.
In fact, he knew what species to create with the greatest value.
The mechanical snails would be the first real civilization with a foundation.
"If possible, I may soon surpass the original mechanical civilization on Earth …" The corner of Fu Qingjun's mouth raised a trace of a smile, but his expression gradually became gloomy and solemn.
"But what is going on on the other side?"
"Logically speaking, it is not the center of the nuclear explosion, and evacuation is indeed necessary … but it has been so quiet, and the strange white fog has been shrouding it, as if there is no living person."
Where did people go?
The more time passed, the more he felt it was ridiculous.
Until now, he still had a deep sense of unknown danger in his heart, so he tried his best to find ways to increase his strength.
Soon, Fu Qingjun got down to business and re-studied the mysterious ancient ship.
The tunnel in the parallel world before was only the size of an ant, but now it was the size of a fist, and under the maintenance of his mind power, the tunnel became more stable.
"Let's try inserting the ancient ship again."
Fu Qingjun had been thinking about it. Now that his soul had expanded many times, he planned to try inserting the ancient ship again.
"Pfft."
A strand of hair slowly pierced into it, like a wriggling blood vessel, continuously transferring a large amount of energy.
The ancient ship was like a bottomless pit, sucking in everything.
"It's possible!"
Fu Qingjun became excited, he vaguely felt something.
With the continuous transfer of soul, the entire ancient ship seemed to be gradually filled up by Fu Qingjun, and some kind of abnormality appeared, as if some kind of mental link was established.
The entire ship gradually became transparent, and it penetrated Fu Qingjun's mind.
"What is this? Has it entered my head? It finally recognized me with blood? "Fu Qingjun was shocked for a few seconds.
Before he could hesitate, a row of information gradually appeared in front of him:
"Host's realm: Level Five (Sealed)"
"Time Sail: Damaged
"Space Anchor: Locked
"Immortal Ship: Idle
…
Fu Qingjun looked at this row of information, and he was completely silent for a few seconds.
"Hahahaha! I've finally filled it up! It has turned into my color! "
Fu Qingjun's mind was clearly empty, and his spirit was completely exhausted, but he was wild with joy. "Tsk, it can only struggle for half a month before it is conquered by me!"
His brain was not the same as before.
The upper limit of the blue bar in his brain kept increasing crazily. How could this be a joke?
Level Five …
In other words, my actual soul strength has already reached level five?
Although my actual cultivation is very weak, this is not impossible!
Because my soul had already reached level four, the creatures that I inserted were equivalent to the descendants of level four, the children of god, which was why they had seven times the time sense.
Now, after eating the destruction of a level four creature, I directly broke through to level five!
So, I can make this ancient ship recognize me as its master?
This ancient ship is very mysterious, and the lowest is level five to recognize me as its master.
Fu Qingjun was speechless. "Maybe I am the weakest level five? Previously, I did not even know that my soul strength is at level four … "
His expression became solemn, and he studied this piece of information:
"Time Sail, its function is understandable! It is the sail that was broken for Gatha to return to the past! "
"The Space Anchor is the anchor dropped by this ship. It's a method to create a Space Tunnel in another parallel world."
As for the Immortal Ship, it is idle?
Fu Qingjun's mind moved. He could understand the other two abilities, but this?
Cabin?
Cabin space?
Fu Qingjun seemed to have thought of something. He silently sensed the body of the ship, and indeed found an empty space.
"The cabin here, I'm afraid it was here that I stayed for 17 years … before I sailed to this parallel universe!"
In other words, it was a place for people to live.
Fu Qingjun took a deep breath. "At least it is a space. If I do not take the ship inside, can it be used as a space ring? Can it be used to store things? "
His mind was very active.
Fu Qingjun threw a pile of hair inside, and then some messy things inside, and found that it was indeed feasible.
The messy room suddenly became much cleaner.
But thinking about it, it was normal for such a powerful ancient ship to have a space ring function.
In the future, he could go far away.
He did not dare to go too far away from the room, at most a hundred meters away. His spiritual power could shake the lever to detect any abnormality in the room. After all, there were too many secrets in the room.
"Then, can living things work?"
Fu Qingjun thought about it and threw an ant inside.
He found that the ant suddenly became motionless, like a statue.
"Immortal Ship, in other words, time is usually still inside, so it is called eternal?" Seeing this, Fu Qingjun could only guess.
It was a good freezer.
At least he did not have to worry about the preservation of the river snail rice noodles in the future.
"Wait, if time is still, how can I live for 17 years in an instant?" Fu Qingjun thought of something again.
He thought about it and tried to inject spiritual power into the hull.
After all, in his understanding, there was nothing that could not be solved by sticking a hair.
Splash!
With the infusion of his spiritual power.
The entire space of the ship was like a car that was slowly moving, and it began to accelerate along the track of time.
Boom!!
Inside the space, the ant moved crazily, moved, crawled, and then died of old age …
Fu Qingjun's pupils instantly dilated.
Spiritual power could push time forward?
Fu Qingjun was shocked. He tried to put the newly cultivated clock assembly line inside.
The spiritual power in his mind slowly poured in.
Boom!
Time flew.
The ant assembly line moved crazily, and a large number of clocks began to be manufactured.
"I'm rich!"
Fu Qingjun suddenly laughed heartily.
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