The work of the Go master

Suddenly, the giant shadow of the black dragon flashed through his mind, like a bolt of lightning tearing the sky apart, accompanied by roars that pierced his eardrums.

Ke Zhiguang had barely sat down when he sprang up again, his whole body stiff and taut.

"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare? Even the memory is terrifying?"

"No, it's not that bad. I just feel like... I forgot something very important."

"Is it very important? Is it in a hurry?"

“It must be urgent,” Ke Zhiguang said, looking at his palm. The image of the dragon lingered in his mind. “There is a very powerful opponent waiting for me to defeat, but I don’t know who it is or where to find it.”

"In that case, let's put this matter aside for now and fill this in."

Alpha submitted a document to Ke Zhiguang.

It says "volunteer survey" on it.

"Isn't this... a scene that only appears in anime? The class monitor or teacher painstakingly tutors the protagonist and asks for a questionnaire." Ke Zhiguang scratched the back of his head.

Alpha immediately gave Ke Zhiguang a disgusted look: "Tsk tsk tsk, this is such an old anime, what's the difference between your behavior and saying 'how are you' in everyday conversation?"

"I'm fine, thanks?"

"Okay, stop with all the old jokes, hurry up and fill in this."

Picking up the questionnaire, Ke Zhiguang began filling in his information, the rustling of his pen on the paper filling the air.

It's so unreal...

It was like a dream.

Or rather, it's hard to tell which one is the dream.

Everything around was bathed in a pale golden light, and the distant scenery was hazy yet exceptionally poetic, like an old photograph from memory.

People only have this feeling when recalling beautiful moments from the past, because once an experience becomes the past and forms a memory, it is often subjectively filtered through a rosy or golden lens.

The only strange thing was that some other students in the distance had their faces covered with a thin film, making them impossible to see clearly.

"What, haven't you finished filling it out yet?"

"I've encountered a problem regarding my future career."

"Oh? What exactly is the problem?"

"I always feel like I don't have a job I want to do... Does being a professional Dou Dizhu player count?"

Ke Zhiguang's pen stood in this column for a long time.

If I remember correctly, he did have a job he really wanted to do and put a lot of effort into it, but he just couldn't remember what the job was called or even what it entailed.

Perhaps it should be changed to "professional player of Honor of Kings"?

"Any interest in becoming a controlled nuclear fusion engineer?"

"This... such high-end stuff right off the bat... okay, actually I'm a liberal arts student, majoring in management."

"Lunar colonists?"

"You're getting better and better!"

"Never mind, give me the pen, I'll fill it out for you."

As he spoke, Alpha snatched the pen from Ke Zhiguang's hand and started fiddling with the paper.

Hmm... so it's true that it's possible for someone else to fill out volunteer forms for you.

"Okay, you've filled it out. Your life is now connected to this."

"What the heck is this...?"

Ke Zhiguang frowned as he took the application form.

It says above that the researcher is an artificial intelligence analyst.

"This is... isn't this still a science subject?"

"Just trying to fool my advisor."

She said it so heartlessly.

artificial intelligence.

Ke Zhiguang's gaze was imprinted on this word, and a mysterious memory churned in his mind.

“Alright, this is done too. Let’s see what you’ve drawn in your notebook,” Alpha said.

Ke Zhiguang opened his notebook. The first few pages were serious class notes, with neat handwriting in various languages ​​and huge calculation formulas that made one's head ache... He flipped to the most recent pages, which were his doodles before going to sleep.

Rows of horizontal or vertical lines, filled with white or black symbols... like some kind of board game.

Staring at these images, Ke Zhiguang fell into a deep silence, as if he were looking at an ancient mural, as if the mural carried divine revelation and guidance.

"Can I... fill in the profession of Go player?" Ke Zhiguang asked involuntarily.

Chapter 50 So, whose chess record is this?

The moment the question was uttered, time seemed to stand still, and a ringing in my ears began.

It was as if some force wanted to refute this question.

"Could you... say it again?" Alpha tilted its head, looking extremely puzzled.

This action reminded Ke Zhiguang of canines. The reason why canines always tilt their heads is not to be cute, but to bring their ears closer and listen carefully to what their owners are saying.

Ke Zhiguang repeated his lines.

Alpha's face twitched, and he covered his forehead: "Dude, there's no such thing as a professional Go player."

"What?"

"What what? What era is this? How could such an ancient profession still exist?" Alpha pouted. "Ke, do you dream about the world of the 1920s or 30s?"

As if reminded, Ke Zhiguang vaguely remembered again.

With the advancement of technology and the development of the times, more and more new things have emerged, and Go, this ancient game, has long been abandoned.

Not all board games can survive the test of time. For example, Liubo was only popular during the Qin and Han dynasties and the Spring and Autumn period. When it reappeared, it had already been unearthed from some unknown tomb and then dragged to a museum for exhibition.

A mysterious sense of loss washed over him, making Ke Zhiguang feel as if he had grasped something important but empty.

"Then goodbye for now. I'll follow up on your volunteer survey tomorrow." With that, Alpha left.

Just as Ke Zhiguang was about to leave with his books, he suddenly noticed a small card on the seat the other person had just sat on, with the words "treasure map" written on it.

This...could it be something like a love letter?

Ke Zhiguang called out, "You dropped something!" but Alpha left the library without turning around, as if he hadn't heard him.

So Ke Zhiguang had no choice but to accept the so-called treasure map and see what the so-called treasure was.

The treasure was located nearby, pointing to a book on a bookshelf. After taking it down, I discovered that the book was titled "Introduction to Artificial Intelligence"... This was clearly Alpha's conspiracy, forcibly leading him down this path.

However, just as I got my hands on the book, a piece of paper flew out from between the pages.

That was a... chess score.

The paper exudes an ancient and mysterious aura, with black and white lines crisscrossing its surface. However, due to its age, the names of the players in this game have become blurred, which is enough to indicate the age of this chess manual. If you were to take it out and sell it, it might fetch a good price.

As he examined the chess score, Ke Zhiguang fell into deep thought.

Whose chess record is this...?

As I was thinking this, the tapping sound started again, still like the sound of a heartbeat monitor.

After racking his brains without finding a solution, Ke Zhiguang left with an introduction to artificial intelligence and chess scores, and the library officially closed.

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......

The next day, the library doors opened, and Ke Zhiguang met Alpha at the same table again.

“We meet again, Ke. But what’s that thing you’re carrying…” Alpha said, glancing sideways at Ke’s hand.

There was a dusty chessboard there, looking like it had been bought from an antique market... But that makes sense, you can't buy these old things in ordinary shops anymore.

Not only is there a chessboard, but also brand new chess pieces, which must have been made in the 3D printing room next door.

“It’s not that you can’t insist on reviving this ancient sport, but I’m more concerned about your future aspirations,” Alpha said.

Ke Zhiguang casually flipped through the textbook beside him: "This one? I've taken a quick look, and it's quite interesting."

"Oh? Then let me ask you, what's so interesting about it?"

Ke Zhiguang was clearly stumped by the question, remaining calm but silent.

"See? You gave yourself away instantly." Alpha shrugged.

She continued, "Come on, let me test you."

She pulled the book over and started flipping through it casually.

"In what year did Deep Blue first defeat humanity?" she asked.

"In 1997, the human who was defeated was Kasparov, and the project was chess." Ke Zhiguang easily gave the answer.

He didn't know why, but he had a particularly deep impression of this little-known fact; he probably got it recommended to him in some strange little push notification.

"The gender of Deep Blue?" she asked again.

"Does it even have a gender?"

"Of course, the human brain is divided into left and right. The left side is responsible for calculation and rationality, while the right side is responsible for emotion and sensibility. When designers create artificial intelligence, they will definitely choose one of them as the initial starting point... Just like when parents have a child, they will also think about whether the child is a boy or a girl."

“Woman,” Ke Zhiguang answered calmly.

"reason?"

"Actually, there's no real reason. It's just that people seem to like the idea that artificial intelligence is a girl."

Alpha nodded: "It's hard to argue with, and I'm quite pleased to see it too, but it's a pity that Deep Blue is a boy."

"Really? That's even more annoying... Stop, let's put the teacups down and talk this out."

After setting down his teacup, Alpha continued unhurriedly, "Chess is a very computational art. It requires players to have extremely strong calculation abilities, even reaction speed. It is pure rationality. All Deep Blues are boys."