Fu Qingjun was in a good mood.
Editing biological genes and evolving species. There were too many possibilities.
His whimsical idea had actually come true. The electronic chip production line had really taken shape.
The snail species had changed its snail shell and carried a heavy chip computer host on its back. It also learned programming and mechanical engineering on its own, constantly optimizing its own version.
"Rapid development."
Half a day passed just like that. Fu Qingjun planned to go for dinner. Before leaving, he took a look at these cute little snails.
"I have to work hard!"
He hummed the song "Snail" as he went downstairs and looked at the sunlight outside the window.
"I want to climb up step by step.
"Waiting for the sunlight to quietly look at its face. The small sky has a big dream. The heavy shell wraps around it and gently looks up."
For the Huaxia core, carry the chip and move forward!
For the hymn of civilization, for the future.
He was full of energy. As a programmer, he knew how important a chip was, regardless of whether it was during World War II or on Earth.
"Let's not talk about the martial arts foundation here. It turns out that the foundation of humans on Earth is in construction technology.
"It will be very slow for me to develop into a martial arts transcendent. However, I will first make use of the existing human civilization to create a mechanical civilization. That will be the fastest."
...
Soon, he followed Fu Qingjun to have his meal.
The third civilization created by Fu Qingjun had already begun to develop itself.
This third race had absorbed the accumulated foundation of Fu Qingjun's previous two races.
They began to read the basic books such as "Introduction to Computers", "Programming Language", "Integrated Circuit", and so on, which Fu Qingjun had specially left behind.
Soon, these snails began to truly study the entire world.
They were surprised to find that their fertility rate was extremely low. That was because the incubation of that shell seemed to have consumed too much of their time.
Moreover, their lifespan was only about one or two years.
After all, this time, they were using snails as the basic template. Their lifespan was naturally increased, but at the same time, they had lost the ability to produce explosive soldiers.
At the same time, their world was extremely narrow. At most, there could be a thousand of them at the same time.
"Our brain code is very special. It is a special language that does not belong to the human language!"
They began to decipher this programming language. For them, who had terrifying computing power and absolute memory, it was very easy.
When Fu Qingjun returned after his meal, he went in to take a look.
They found themselves mechanically repeating each day.
He couldn't help but frown and say, "Pure mechanical artificial intelligence AI doesn't have creativity … This is simply artificial retardation."
Artificial intelligence (AI), in the beginning, were basically artificial retarded.
"Although, they are mechanical AI snail people with some flesh and blood."
"Now that intelligence has been unlocked, creativity has begun to appear. Unfortunately, this creativity is pitifully weak, and the emotions of living beings are also extremely faint. They are rational and cold."
It was true that they had obtained powerful talents, but they also had serious flaws.
The calculation ability of this race was very powerful, and the probability of error was almost zero. However, they had also lost their creativity.
"Intelligence has already been unlocked, so we can directly interfere with the progress. Otherwise, without creativity, the progress will be too slow." Fu Qingjun controlled a hairy snail and gave some suggestions.
"Now that I've descended, I'll preach the Dao to you."
Fu Qingjun descended again. His calculation ability was not as good as theirs, but his creativity and intelligence were at the level of a normal life. He was already a super talent here.
"Learning programming is the lifelong mission of the mechanical race."
He sat on a high place and used his seventeen years of programming experience to speak eloquently, telling them about all kinds of programmers' creativity that he had learned on the forum.
"So, there are seven ways to write this kind of program?"
"Unbelievable, this kind of logic is even simpler!"
"Game?"
"Programming?"
"System?"
"Iteration?"
"Martial arts?"
All kinds of new ideas, as Fu Qingjun sat on a high place and spoke about programming, all kinds of creativity that exceeded their logic were constantly recorded!
"This is wonderful!"
"This is a gorgeous structure. If we use this as the foundation, a terrifying future will appear!"
"It's just that the required amount of work and programming is too large, but for us, it's not a problem at all!"
…
They kept listening carefully.
Fu Qingjun was talking about all kinds of genius ideas and all kinds of comments from the various programming gods that he had browsed the forums and the Internet.
This was something that had never happened in this primitive artificial intelligence world.
Even in the original world that Fu Qingjun came from, it was an extremely rare and groundbreaking concept.
At the very least, even Fu Qingjun, who had learned programming for seventeen years, could not really implement it because it would take too much effort and time.
However, to teach a group of computer programmers how to program, it was simply … that ridiculous.
"You are God!"
"We don't have this kind of logic!"
They knew their limits, and it was impossible for them to have such amazing talent and open-minded ability.
They were very honest.
"I will leave shortly, and the King's Data Scepter will be handed to you." Fu Qingjun said calmly. He bent down, holding the Data Scepter that was used to connect computers, and handed it to one of them.
Soon, of course, the mechanical snail with the highest intelligence, Hongqi, became the king of the mechanical snails.
As an artificial intelligence, Hongqi held the Data Scepter and said, "God, will you return again?"
"I will."
Fu Qingjun smiled and slowly left.
In the room, Fu Qingjun had eaten and drank to his heart's content. He sat on the throne and said softly in his heart:
"Go to the next future."
Swoosh!
Time passed quickly, and the world changed.
He was using his hair to channel his mental power, crazily pushing an ancient ship along the timeline with great difficulty.
"What will the world become?"
"It's a pity that a thousand people are too few. I can only accumulate them, and then I'll have to leave them outside."
In her room, Fu Qingjun wrapped a snail shell with her black hair and wrapped it into a ball. Then, she hung it on one of her ears and turned it into an earring. The mysterious black lines on her hair shone with an ancient and mysterious light.
"Hang it on my ear and absorb their data at any time to improve the sub-brain version."
In the mirror, a tall and handsome young man with black hair draped over his shoulders appeared. One of his ears was wearing an earring, and his eyes were as bright as the stars, appearing extremely handsome. "This phone is so beautiful."
…
The fifth year.
Countless iterations of the snail people died.
At the same time, Fu Qingjun was surprised to find that most of this race were mechanical and indifferent. Their genes did not have the characteristics of "lying" or "cheating".
These thousand mechanical snails could quickly obtain the knowledge that they had developed through "Knowledge Sharing". They were all seriously studying programming and computer science together. He was the only one who secretly learned from the side and copied it into his own ahoge mechanical snail.
"This is too cool."
Fu Qingjun felt that he was too stupid before.
He could learn programming knowledge in this way and copy it into the brain of his snail clone? If he could use it at any time, wouldn't it be his own knowledge?
Previously, he had learned for 17 years, but it was a waste of time.
Rather than learning it himself, he might as well let others learn it.
Now, their programming knowledge, their own languages, and all kinds of accumulations made Fu Qingjun dumbfounded!
They had already surpassed the modern human programmers.
Fu Qingjun still remembered the sci-fi movies he watched in the past. People in the future all obtained knowledge through "Memory Transmission". There was no need for them to go to university and have nine years of compulsory education.
Soon, Fu Qingjun saw with her own eyes that the little snails were crawling all over the computer room. They were crawling all over the keyboard, the phone, and the desktop. They had also deciphered the entire program of her brain, decrypting all the structure of her brain.
They discovered that the utilization rate of their brain was extremely simple, only 1% of it was used.
At the same time, they also easily deciphered the folder that Fu Qingjun left in the depths of his brain and discovered the prehistoric text. It was the history of the ants and ducks that Fu Qingjun left behind, the three stone slabs.
"I see, this is the memory of the prehistoric civilization, the last words left to us by our predecessors. We come from the ancient ant and duck civilization, a branch of it!" one of the snails said.
"The great flood destroyed the world, we grew up in the ruins!" another snail said loudly.
"What a joke, our brain programming is simply a joke. I wonder which prehistoric creature compiled it, such a simple and low level."
"We reprogrammed our brains and improved some of the algorithms."
They continued to speak coldly.
Fu Qingjun's expression was calm.
He had painstakingly learned to be a programmer for 17 years. His hair was already bald, yet his criticism was completely useless. Didn't that mean that he had learned to be trash for 17 years?
Of course not.
Fu Qingjun was still very confident in his own standards in human society.
"However, the algorithm and learning ability of AI is something that humans are far from being able to surpass … Moreover, they are a thousand AIs that are learning from each other."
In some aspects, it was very difficult for humans to compete with AI. It was just like how Go defeated humans.
And the AI in front of him had a trace of creativity from living beings.
"This is already very good for me." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath and quietly watched their development. He wanted to see to what extent the mechanical snail's civilization would rapidly evolve.
The sixth year.
They began to stop advancing.
Fu Qingjun controlled his pendant snail and once again landed on the ground.
"God!"
The other mechanical snails were excited.
Fu Qingjun smiled again and said, "When I descend, I will teach you the two basic systems of the prehistoric civilization, the mental cultivation method and the physical cultivation method!"
They began to learn mental power visualization.
Soon, an even stranger civilization appeared.
They began to cultivate their mental power and walked the path of witches. Of course, they also began to devour snails. They produced offspring and called themselves mechanics. They modified their brain programming and optimized their circuits.
Their mental power continued to grow and reached the peak of the third realm, but they were unable to break through to the fourth realm.
They began to stop advancing again.
The seventh year.
"This is a prosperous dynasty."
Hongqi snail was holding court on a huge laptop, but it still could not break through to the fourth realm.
"My heart is God! My actions and words are the words of God, leading the development of my race! How can I not break through after experiencing the life of God? "
"There must be a secret to this God's aura."
Hongqi sat high up and said with a calm and cold expression.
"In the prehistoric records, there was also a mechanical dynasty. The ancient God passed down the knowledge of machinery to the mortals on the ground. We must be the descendants of one of the lineages recorded on the stone slabs!"
"How admirable. The prehistoric mechanical dynasty must be invincible! It is said that they continuously forged tools of God, even killing God … and we are far inferior to them. "
"We must follow their example."
"Pass down my decree. All beings, derive the secret of the fourth realm and study the origin of the soul!"
With this order, the mechanical gears of the entire dynasty began to move.
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