Reborn in 2010, the AI ​​in my mind is too powerful.

It only took me a dozen minutes to drive home. As soon as I entered, I saw Hannah sitting on the living room floor, with Pidan lying beside her legs, its tail wagging on the floor, looking completely innocent and clueless about what had happened.

Hannah parted the long hair of the preserved egg, revealing a small gray-black dot behind its ear, like a hard button that had been sewn on.

"It looks like he's dead, but let's still go to the hospital."

Jasmine also came out to confirm.

Do not attempt to remove the tick yourself with tweezers, as leaving its mouthparts embedded in the skin can cause infection. If the tick is already dead, a veterinarian can remove it using specialized tools. Also, California has three main types of ticks; this one looks like the American dog tick and has a very low probability of transmitting Lyme disease, but it's still best to have a veterinarian confirm it.

Chen Yiran asked blankly in her mind: Do I still possess this kind of knowledge?

[You encountered this in your past life when your child was 9 months old. This is the information you found.]

Alright, Chen Yiran didn't ask any more questions. He quickly gestured for Hannah to go get the car, while he led Pidan by the hand.

Although the two of them tacitly avoided saying the words "pet hospital," it seemed that Pidan sensed something.

After getting into the car, Pidan squatted on the passenger seat floor mat, with its front paws resting on the edge of the seat and its head resting on Chen Yiran's lap, looking very well-behaved.

You know, he's usually quite restless in the car; he'll definitely stand on his seat, stick his head out the window, and dart his tongue around.

The pet hospital wasn't far. Ten minutes later, Pidan seemed to have figured out the route and simply buried its head, curling up at Chen Yiran's feet.

SAGE Redwood City is a huge, single-story, grey-white building. It is the most prestigious and upscale pet hospital in the Bay Area.

Chen Yiran brought Pidan to get vaccinated as soon as they arrived in Silicon Valley, and Pidan clearly remembered the place.

The soundproofing here is excellent; you can't hear any pets barking from the doorway.

But Egg was already scared half to death without even hearing a sound. He stood stiffly on the concrete ground of the parking lot, his tail tucked between his two hind legs, trembling all over, and wouldn't budge no matter how much Hannah pulled on the leash.

Chen Yiran squatted down and nudged his butt, and he took a step forward. Then he turned around and looked at Chen Yiran with a very shocked and incredulous expression.

It's as if it's saying, "You actually want to take me to the hospital too!"

With no other option, Chen Yiran could only pick up Pidan and carry him inside, constantly encouraging him.

He silently hoped that the dog wouldn't pee on him.

The receptionist, a blonde woman in a dark blue uniform, remained unfazed by the scene, clearly having seen plenty of cowards.

Chen Yiran gave her the phone number and then checked the records on her computer: "Yiran Chen? Pepsi? This is a six-month-old Border Collie. He's been vaccinated here before, and his vaccination records are complete. DHPP is complete, and he had his rabies vaccination in May, with a booster next May. Let me see the records. Last time we came for his vaccination, this little cutie peed in the waiting room. You didn't have an appointment today; is there some kind of emergency?"

"He has a tick behind his ear, it looks like it's dead, and I'd like you to help him get rid of it. And since we're already here, could you do some tests while you're at it?"

When the nurse put Pidan on the scale to weigh him, he looked at Chen Yiran and let out a howl like a wolf.

Hannah laughed and said, "Haha, it seems like he's blaming you."

"It's okay, I'll buy a chicken and cook it for him tonight."

After having their basic weight and temperature checked at the front desk, they were led into a consultation room to wait for the doctor.

The moment he entered, Pidan lay down on the floor. He pressed his entire body against the clinic floor, legs outstretched, chin against the tiles. The distinctive blue-gray-white fur of the Meteor Border Collie spread across the floor like a giant rag.

The doctor arrived quickly, a white female doctor in her forties, Dr. Morrison, who had been in charge of administering the vaccine to Pidan before.

She looked at Pidan's cowardly expression and said, "Do you remember me, little guy? This kid is such a drama queen. Last time when he got his shot, he peed on my hand, then I gave him a snack, and he was jumping around like crazy when we went out. Let me see, this time it's a tick, right?"

She parted the egg's fur and examined it closely.

"The American dog tick looks dead, but it's probably still alive. Insects usually take more than ten hours to die after biting someone, so it's just not very active now. But reflecting on it, it's a minor matter, and it's a good ending."

First, she sprayed some kind of medicine of unknown composition on the tick. Then she took out a small plastic tool from the drawer, like a mini crowbar, and twisted it against the egg's skin. The tick came off intact.

"Alright, let's do a full check-up next. Although he was just tested last month, it's not a bad thing to have a full check-up again after six months."

She touched the preserved egg from head to toe, especially the inside of its ears, armpits, and between its toes, and explained to Chen Yiran and Hannah.

"These three places are where ticks love to hide, but there was only one this time, so you can rest assured."

Then he opened Pidan's mouth to look at his teeth: "His incisors and canines have all been replaced, and his permanent teeth are aligned correctly. Border Collies aren't short-muzzled dogs, so the probability of retained baby teeth is very low."

Then she clapped her hands loudly behind Pidan, and Pidan immediately turned around. She clapped her hands again, and Pidan turned around again.

"His hearing is fine. As I told you last time, due to genetic reasons, the probability of unilateral or bilateral deafness is higher in merle Border Collies than in regular Border Collies. He should be fine, so don't worry."

To be honest, it still has to be a high-end clinic. In his past life, Chen Yiran took Pidan to so many clinics, in America and China, and no one ever mentioned the genetic predisposition to deafness associated with meteorites, let alone had this kind of test done.

Finally, after checking the hip joint, Dr. Morrison gently bent Pidan's hind legs at several angles. The movements were very gentle, but Pidan still glanced back at her, looking somewhat dissatisfied.

"There are currently no crepitus sounds or signs of loosening in the joints. Border Collies have a lot of exercise, and hip dysplasia is a common genetic disease. A palpation every six months is the standard procedure. There is also a heartworm test. We didn't do it for him last time because he was too young to be detected. This test can only be done after he has had the disease for six months."

Chen Yiran sighed and asked, "Does that mean I need to have my blood drawn?"

"Yes."

"Aren't there any more advanced testing methods?"

"Mr. Chen, you'd better go out and get a dog diaper; there are some at the front desk."

Pidan was forced to wear diapers, and he clearly sensed the danger, so he resisted in various ways.

However, they still couldn't escape the fate of having their blood drawn, and amidst the wailing and howling, the doctor successfully obtained a blood sample.

Ten minutes later, Dr. Morrison returned with the results: "The initial test showed no problems. To ensure accuracy, we will conduct further checks using centrifugation. We will notify you if there are any issues. Also, I have uninstalled the updated information for the preserved egg from your files."

When Chen Yiran arrived at the doctor's office, he took off Pidan's diaper, and sure enough, Pidan had already urinated.

It seemed that Pidan understood it was time to go, and it regained its energy, wagging its tail rapidly.

On the way home, Pidan regained his usual charm, shouting and yelling, staring wide-eyed out of the car, looking at everything with curiosity.

But after all, he's only six months old. He'd already gone out and run around all morning, and now he'd been terribly frightened at the vet. Once home, Pidan was completely drained; he jumped onto the sofa and curled up into a ball, falling asleep instantly.

Chen Yiran and Hannah were so exhausted by Pidan that they didn't eat lunch. Chen Yiran had just suggested going out for some alone time.

Hannah refused, as she was planning to go home for lunch anyway, and simply left Chen Yiran behind to go home.

Lonely Chen Yiran channeled her grief and anger into her appetite, ordering a bunch of takeout and opening GitHub while waiting.

He hadn't watched DeepFlow for a while after it was uploaded, mainly because it wasn't as popular as he had imagined in the first few days.

Now, clicking in, I see the number of stars has exceeded six hundred. That's not too many, considering it's 2010. It's a Python framework that can perform incremental computing and GPU acceleration, relying entirely on organic traffic from GitHub without any promotion or marketing. It's unrealistic to expect too much attention from it.

There were a few new comments in the comment section, one of which caught his eye.

The title is short: Incremental graph recalculation fails in multi-GPU settings. Below is a long list of error reports with extremely professional problem descriptions.

It's quite like, "I'm very serious, you'd better take a look at what's going on."

The person who posted the question was named Adam Coates. Chen Yiran quickly Googled it and found out.

Andrew Ng's lab, PhD student in the Computer Science Department at Stanford University.

Andrew Ng, his mentor in this department.

When Jasmine first started learning, she listened to a lot of his lectures, from linear regression to neural networks, including the derivation of backpropagation. You could say that Jasmine's technical skills began with watching his videos.

Chen Yiran also searched for Andrew Ng to see what this remarkable person was like.

Andrew Ng, whose Chinese name is Wu Enda, is an American computer scientist of Chinese descent. He holds a bachelor's degree in computer science from Carnegie Mellon University, a master's degree from MIT, and a doctorate from UC Berkeley. He is also known as a super test-taker.

He is currently a professor in the Department of Computer Science and the Department of Electrical Engineering at Stanford University, and personally serves as the director of the Andrew Ng Lab, which is the Artificial Intelligence Lab.

Jasmine did a quick calculation and then spoke.

The problem itself isn't complicated; incremental computation graph reconstruction fails under certain boundary conditions in a multi-GPU environment. Should we fix it? Or, we could hand it over to Lin Zhiwei.

"Forget it, let them do their job. We'll fix it ourselves. We should be able to get it done before the delivery arrives."

Let me think about it. You can rest for five minutes, and then I'll explain the changes that need to be made. It's very simple.

Following the familiar procedure, Chen Yiran placed an iced cola on his head and was just about to instruct Jasmine to begin when his phone rang.

An unfamiliar number, area code 650, which is the area code for Palo Alto. It's a phone number near my home, so I have to answer it even if it's an unfamiliar number.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Chen Yiran? I'm Adam Coates, from the Computer Science Department at Stanford. I sent you a few emails a week ago; I don't know if you saw them."

Chen Yiran was taken aback. He hadn't used his Stanford University email address much since it was opened, since he was indeed a Stanford University student and didn't need to receive any school notices.

"Excuse me, I haven't checked that email address in a long time. How did you find my phone number?"

"Your contact information is in the department's visiting scholar register. Everyone knows your previous project was sold to Microsoft, and we know you've visited Stanford for exchanges. I apologize for bothering you, but our lab is very interested in DeepFlow. Would it be convenient for us to exchange ideas?"

"Ah, yes, yes."

Coates's voice was noticeably more excited: "We're from Andrew Ng's lab, and we've been using GPUmat to run large-scale unsupervised feature learning experiments. GPUmat is, to put it nicely, challenging; to put it bluntly, a disaster. Until two weeks ago, I saw your framework on GitHub, and because of the description, it seemed relevant, so I gave it a try."

"Haha, I know, I just saw your question today, I'm going to reply to you later."

"Yes, we're very excited about the whole framework, but we still have some questions. My advisor would also like to discuss these with you. Would it be convenient for us to meet tomorrow afternoon?"

A big shot's attention!

Chen Yiran quickly replied, "Sure, but tomorrow is Saturday, and you all have to work."

"Haha, when doing research, time isn't always on your own. How about tomorrow afternoon, at Coupa Café next to the Gates building?"

"Okay, see you tomorrow."