The Narrator Neural Network — this was the name that Gawain had come up with for the future Cecil Mental Network. It would be a large-scale project with far-reaching effects. Naturally, the fields it would involve would not be as simple as providing support for scientific research.
According to Gwen's plan, the Narrator Neural Network would cover many fields such as scientific research, communication, education, public entertainment, and so on. It could provide computational support for a large number of scientific research projects, and it could also become an indispensable part of the people's daily life. One day in the future, the massive Narrator Neural Network would even become a giant wetware mainframe that covered the entire Cecil Empire through the tens of thousands of human brain nodes it kept connected to at all times.
The distributed devices connected to the narrator's neural network would become the interactive terminals of the wetware mainframe. The abundant computational ability of countless human brains would light up an unprecedented information technology line. The enormous number of ordinary people would be able to contribute computational ability to the Imperium in safety. The process would also enrich the spiritual life of the citizens, and everything would start from the Imperium's computing center.
This was the way Gwen came up with to open the next level of the technology tree in this world where the laws of physics were different from those of Earth. It was also an important part of his harmless modification of the technology of the Eternal Sleepers.
Venti was describing what she saw in the 'illusion' with a hint of excitement, and the archbishops next to her were obviously interested in what she was describing. To be fair, Cecil's Narrator Neural Network was still very primitive, and the 'entertainment projects' it could present were not that brilliant in front of the Eternal Sleepers. They had once created a city of dreams that looked like the real thing, a 'perfect sanctuary' that looked like a paradise. In Gwen's view, that thing was no less attractive than a few magic movie clips or some 'entertainment scenes', if not stronger.
However, what the Narrator's Neural Network presented was very different from that of the City of Dreams. The Narrator's Neural Network had an upper limit of development that the latter could not reach, and it could be flexibly adjusted at any time, allowing countless "new content" to be customized. After the neural thorns technology was implemented, this "customization" process could even be completed by ordinary people, but the City of Dreams …
The Eternal Sleepers created the City of Dreams more to make it a 'spiritual container' that accommodated computing nodes, so that it could collect computational power. The extremely high threshold of the divine spell made it so that only bishops or even higher-level priests could modify its content. In fact, bishops and archbishops usually did not bother to modify it at all.
In this way, no matter how perfect the City of Dreams was, it was just a rigid bonsai. From the day it was born, it was already in its final form. The limitations of traditional divine spells determined that even if it was remodeled, it could only be a new bonsai, and only in the hands of a few powerful priests.
The archbishops on the scene were not stupid. They could see the difference at a glance and naturally realized what kind of impact this thing would bring once it entered the lives of 'ordinary people'.
From the moment they set foot on Cecil's land until now, this was the first time they really understood the meaning of this' slogan 'in the field they were familiar with.
"This thing is basically harmless to ordinary people. Of course, long-term connection will lead to fatigue, and excessive immersion may cause some psychological problems. But these dangers are completely negligible compared to the old neural modification and 'brain servant' technology." Gwen patted the lid of the immersion cabin next to him and said with a smile, "The main limitation is that the production of the immersion cabin is difficult, and the process required to build the mind hub is very strict. At present, only a few factories in the empire can produce qualified components, and the training of workers is very slow."
The immersion cabin and the narrator's neural network were undoubtedly things that transcended the era. Their advantages over traditional communications, entertainment, media, and other things were obvious. But this did not mean that Cecil could enter the information age tomorrow, nor did it mean that the national newspapers and magic network broadcasts would soon be replaced by new technology. It all took time.
The experts in the machine manufacturing institute and the arcanotech research institute had worked hard for a long time before they barely solved the problem of mass production of the immersion cabin, so that it could be produced in factories instead of being hammered out one by one in the lab. Now, they had to find a way to overcome the problem of mass production of the mind hub. In addition, technical workers with the ability to assemble and maintain the computing center were even rarer, and there was no telling how long it would take to train them to scale. So in the foreseeable future, the narrator's neural network would be in the development stage, and traditional communications, entertainment, media, and other things would coexist with it for a long time.
Gawain shared some knowledge about industrial production and social promotion with Yuri and the others. He didn't go into too much detail, only explaining some concepts that were easy to understand. However, this was enough to keep them in deep thought for a long time.
These were things that they had never considered in the past many years.
"… We have indeed buried ourselves in the ground for too long." Magnum laughed self-deprecatingly and shook his head. "Our eyes and ears are blocked by the soil."
A tall, thin, and young-looking archbishop glanced at Magnum. "But fortunately, we still have a chance to remedy it."
"That's right. Fortunately, you still have a chance to remedy it." Gwen looked deeply at the people in front of him. "I am glad to see that all the archbishops and a considerable number of bishops have chosen Cecil. I am even happier that the person in charge of the White Sand Hills has reported to me that you have done your best to bring a large number of brain servants over. During this long escape, you have ensured the survival of all the brain servants, which proves your resolve.
"Those brain servants will be taken care of properly, and the Druil Research Association will do its best to find a way to cure and awaken them. And you will become members of the imperial technical department and do something that you are good at.
"I have prepared a project for you."
"A project?" Yuri repeated the word subconsciously.
"I hope you're not scared by the name of the project." Gawain smiled. "The computing center you're in is part of it. It's called the 'Narrator Neural Network'. Yes, it's the 'upper-level narrator' you're familiar with..."
As soon as Gwen's voice trailed off, the archbishops' faces turned pale. Venti, who was standing at the front, even took half a step back subconsciously. She touched her neck with lingering fear as if someone would give her a needle in the next second.
"Forgive me for asking, Your Majesty." Semler hesitated and finally could not help but ask. "This name … should be just a name, right?"
"Unfortunately, it certainly has something to do with the 'Upper Narrator'." Gwen slowly withdrew his smile and said in a serious tone, "Be prepared. We still have a long way to go before we have to deal with 'God'."
Yuri and Magnum looked at each other. Venti and Semler were deep in thought. Gwen gently exhaled and slowly opened his hands.
"Then, for the last time, welcome to Cecil. Welcome … to the Disobedience Project."
…
As the giant sun gradually approached the western horizon, the glorious crown beneath the clouds released the last of its light and heat of the day. The orange-red glow spread along the rolling hills and plains before finally stopping at the jagged ridges at the edge of Aulandale's Throat, forming jagged lines of golden light.
The tall and sturdy Hadiron Augustus stood on a hill near the Throat of Aurandale. He was expressionlessly looking down at the huge collapsed valley, as well as the fissures at the bottom of the valley that were still emitting faint smoke. The wind from the plains fluttered his cloak. The royal coat of arms on the cloak shone brightly under the sunlight.
The loyal Obsidian Imperial Guard stood behind Hadilon, and several high-grade knights looked at the prince in front of them worriedly. As the son of Augustus, Hadilon had stayed in this cursed place, Aulendale's Throat, for too long.
This was the place where the old imperial capital collapsed and the beginning of the curse on the Augustus Family. Some kind of power beyond human understanding might still be entrenched in this land. Experience had proved this point. Being too close to Aurandale's Throat was very harmful to the Augustus Family. There was a certain chance that their unstable mental state would deteriorate rapidly, or the curse would break out prematurely. Therefore, the royal family of Typhon would try their best to stay away from this place. They even tried their best not to come in contact with the 'information' sent back to the imperial capital from Aurandale's Throat.
However, Hardy Augustus had been in this area for half a day.
"Your Highness." A high-ranking Knight could not help but step forward. "The wind in the wilderness is harmful to your health. You should go back and rest …"
"It's not the wind in the wilderness that's harmful to my health." Hardy looked back and smiled at the Knight. "Don't worry, I'm paying attention to my mental state. I'm a person who cherishes life."
The Knight opened his mouth but finally stepped back helplessly. Hardy turned back and continued to look in the direction of Aurandale's Throat.
He could vaguely hear some whispers coming from that direction. He could feel that in the depths of the thick, cold, and dark earth, some kind of ancient and indescribable power was still slowly flowing. It was actually very weak, so weak that ordinary people would not be able to detect it. However, as an Augustus … he could still vaguely feel its existence.
The power seemed to be luring him forward, but Hardy's willpower training from childhood allowed him to easily restrain his impulse and keep a safe distance from the power and the whispers.
He was curious about what it was, but he also knew that when dealing with indescribable things, 'curiosity' was often the most fatal and harmful thing.
After waiting for a while, a fully-armed Knight team carrying precious talismans finally came out from the direction of Aurandale's Throat.
"The exploration team is back!" The officer on the hill said happily.
Those who set out to investigate the situation quickly met up with the Knight team led by Hardy. A white-haired Knight was the leader of the exploration team. He came to Hardy, took off his helmet, and saluted. "Your Highness, we found some passages and city ruins below, but the road leading to the deeper part has completely collapsed. It looks like it was just blown up. In addition, the structure of the central area of the rift is very dangerous. There are still small scale collapses. We suspect that there was originally a supported space below, but now it has most likely collapsed. "
"… The local sheriff said that people heard several loud noises louder than thunder on the 45th of last month. They all came from the direction of the rift, and it sounded like it came from underground," said a Knight standing behind Hardy. "We also found some secret strongholds nearby, but they have all been destroyed."
"It's a pity." Hardy shook his head slowly. "Those 'eternal sleepers' … It seems that they were very decisive in their retreat, and their purpose was clear. Even if we dig up those collapsed caverns, there probably won't be anything valuable in them. "
"Fortunately, there is news from Oldenheim that the eternal sleepers have begun to contact the royal family to seek protection. Some of them are even bishops and specialized technicians. They also brought a lot of technical information," said the Knight. "After all, they can't take everything away."
"More will fall into the hands of Cecil's people … but there is no other way," Hardy said regretfully. He took a last look in the direction of the rift and sighed softly. "It's time to go back. Get ready, we are leaving. Don't forget to pay the local guides for their help and express our gratitude to the sheriff. "
"Yes, Your Highness."
The Knight immediately began to pack up and prepare to leave this cursed place. The commander next to Hardy said, "Her Highness Mathilda has returned to Oldenheim. Her trip to Cecil should be fruitful."
"I'm already looking forward to what gift she's going to bring me." Hadillon could not help but laugh. "I hope it's not some weird special food or some scary magic props. As the 'pearl' of the empire, she's not smart at all when she's with her brother."
The Knight did not know how to continue the topic. They could only pretend that they did not hear anything and continue to busy themselves. Hardy curled his lips because no one responded to him. He shook his head and stepped toward the magic car parked in the open space not far away. But before he got into the car, he looked back at the direction of Aulandale's Throat.
The sunset had almost completely sunk into the other side of the horizon. There was only a faint layer of red light left on the horizon. In the fading sunset, the uneven hills of Aulandale's Throat became illusory and hazy.
"Curse …"
Harry Dylan said softly.
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