Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 398 Communication
Of course Zuo Wu considered the ancient painting Qingkong, but after thinking about it, he still didn't invite this person out of the mountain.The reason is very simple, Guhua Qingkong has a strong personality and is more suitable for attacking tough situations, or directly annihilating the factory AI.Let it patiently explore the twists and turns behind the factory and Jingfu civilization, which is really not professional.

At least that's what the ancient painting Qingkong himself said, and that it was better at handing over the corpses of its enemies, or handing over its own corpses after defeat.I don't know if this is an excuse made by the ancient painting Qingkong for not wanting to end its long vacation.

As for Feng, it may have a common language with the ancient painting Qingkong—the ancient painting Qingkong provided corpses, and Feng was happy to study the corpses.

So the most suitable for playing with the factory AI is blunt.

It's just that Zuo Wu didn't expect Dutzi to be so resistant, he asked Dutzi curiously: "Why do you dislike communicating with things that are also programs?"

Duzi thought for a while, and just took a hesitant step towards the factory on tiptoe, and happily took it back after hearing Zuo Wu's question: "Does it need to be said? Let's test you, do you think the two hives are What happens when consciousness meets head-on?"

Zuo Wu thought for a while, in fact, on the dead planet in the earliest days, this was the situation of the legal and illegal queens of the Stru people—of course they can represent two different clusters of hive consciousness, and they have a strong understanding of each other. The hostility is so strong that it is almost tantamount to being irreconcilable.

If they encounter each other without the constraints of the Imperial Alliance, the two hive clusters will only have one option to die, until the blood of the bugmen on both sides is drained, and the queen of the other party is devoured, or the group of the other party is completely expelled.

Such an efficient and concise relationship, without any twists and turns, diplomatic mediation.

It seemed to see what Zuo Wu was thinking.

Dutzi hugged his arms and said miserably:
"The communication between programs and the hive consciousness are two extremes-even the current Star Sea Alliance cannot write programs among civilizations. Everyone comes from different civilizations, so they have different structures. Different frameworks and systems. If everyone encounters each other, it is very likely that the system that accommodates each other will collapse, so we prefer to do our own work, and we will not interfere with each other!"

indeed.

Just like in my vision, as long as it is a regular software, it will run independently of each other, and it will be strange if two programs start to interfere with each other.

But this time the blunt and the factory AI didn't have time to live in peace.

Seeing that his silent protest failed.

Dutzi could only sigh to Zuo Wu: "All right, I'll try it, don't expect too much, it's normal if there is no result."

Speaking of this, Duzi wanted to walk into the factory, but Zuo Wu pressed her shoulder and said, "Duzi, just stay at the door, don't go in."

Blunt was a little puzzled.

And the factory AI seems to have found that the long wait has finally turned around, and a few sincere voices came out:

"Your Majesty of Dilian, are you finally willing to accept me? I have waited too long and can't wait! Do you want to use your program to test me? No problem! I will open all my ports, and I will Show me everything in front of your program! I only hope that you will accept me as soon as possible, and sign the ownership transfer agreement of this factory! Please..."

Saying that, it really opened all its ports, and will welcome the blunt person to inspect it.

Duzi plucked the corner of his mouth, and pulled an ugly smile on her face: "Sometimes I really envy you flesh and blood creatures, and the communication with each other is as simple as 'language'."

Before Zuo Wu could respond.

Blunt has already lowered his head, and started to "talk" with the factory AI using a program method.

Without the blunt noise, the surroundings suddenly became much quieter.Zuo Wu casually picked up a mat and wanted to throw it on Duzi, but was also worried that it would affect her heat dissipation.

It seems that there is no need to worry about this problem.

The factory AI also entered the state, only to hear the sound of the heat dissipation of the creation in the compressed space where it was accommodated suddenly increased, and the air carrying the heat flow was blown out of it leisurely.

soon.

The original beach-like atmosphere at the entrance of the compression space was suddenly baked into a scorching desert by the heat from the factory, forcing the surrounding crowd to retreat a few meters.

But Duzi didn't move at all. The hot wind swayed her clothes, making her look like a pioneer in an old suit on the earth, who ran into an enemy under the scorching sun and waited for the noon hour, when the shadow is the smallest and the most suitable time to shoot.

Zuo Wu thought for a while, wrapped a turban around Dutzi's bald head in the hot wind, and touched her skin with his fingers to help her absorb the excess heat generated during calculations.

He gradually understood why Dutzi said that the communication between programs was painful and excruciating—she thought that there was no compatibility with the factory AI. If she wanted to communicate with each other, she first needed to build a platform with great tacit understanding while seeking common ground while reserving differences. The process was laborious. And long.

Before the platform is fully built, the two programs don't know which one has the higher computing power and which one is more powerful; they don't even know if there are any malicious traps hidden in the other party's programming, and whether they can crack it by themselves.

It's like a swordsman who has been standing silently for a long time, before finding the opponent's flaw, and then remains motionless.A swordsman who can only suffer until the moment of decisive victory arrives.

It is torture for both parties.

It's no wonder that Duzi usually communicates with words when he sees the ancient paintings Qingkong or Feng. At most, he just sends emails to each other, or plays battle games through third-party platforms, that's all.

Neither of them like to torture each other.

I do not know how long it has been.

Zuo Wu was surprised that even with his own absorption, the body temperature of the blunt child was still getting hotter; presumably it was because his constant absorption rate of temperature could not keep up with her calculation intensity.

Should blunt stop for a while?

But the "communication" with the factory AI has reached a fever pitch, interrupting it at this time may do more harm to the blunt.

The surrounding area is getting hotter and hotter, and even the petri dishes of the starfish inside the factory are sending an alarm of "overheating" from afar.

Everything seems to be burning Zuo Wu's heart.

at last.

Duzi suddenly opened his eyes, and spit out the hot air accumulated in her chest with a "puwa", and propped up his knees, as if he had completed an extremely arduous journey.

then.

She turned to Zuo Wu and said with a smile: "I must upgrade my heat dissipation, add two fans to the hole in my head or something. If it wasn't for your Majesty to help me, I would probably have melted."

"So dangerous?" Zuo Wu clicked his tongue, regretting calling Dutzi here: "Is there any result?"

Dutzi wiped her forehead, touched the turban that Zuo Wu had wrapped on her head, but did not take it off: "First of all, the factory AI is not malicious, but according to Ai Shanshan's classification, it is indeed a program."

"It didn't betray the mirror civilization."

"It was Jingfu Civilization who wanted to give this factory to you. I was worried that you would suspect it, so I made such a show of surrender, and some twists and turns that might gain your trust."

(End of this chapter)