Will the kemonomimi encounter Alien Ranch Story?

"Start importing the learning program" Learning and imitation are instincts in living organisms. However, advanced learning is not simply instinct; now is the time to trigger its advanced learning capabilities.

"Ignition!" The rectangular nozzles symmetrically distributed on the left and right sides and top and bottom of the tail ignited, and pale blue flames shot out, allowing the heavy bird to take flight in the created illusory world.

In reality, it is still fixed to the ground. The Originium Force Field simulates some of the physical parameters, while the other part of the physical parameters that cannot be simulated are directly applied to the internal brain and nervous system in some way, making it mistakenly believe that it is flying.

"It fell! Check the situation, try again..." Learning is a simple process; simply put, it's about giving negative feedback to the parts you make mistakes.

Whether it's copying or standing as punishment, it all means the same thing: giving positive feedback, praise, and compliments for doing things right.

The principle is simple, but judging whether it is right or wrong is very difficult. This process requires multiple aviation experts to make judgments. In reality, if you really studied it this way, you would have to prepare at least tens of thousands of planes to crash, and there is no guarantee that the brain chip inside can be salvaged every time.

It will take an extremely long time to learn and develop an autonomous driving program. There's also the possibility that no one will understand it, ultimately leading to a decision-making group that thinks, "Life is meaningless, let's just create something to die for together." [This is the kind of situation that has arisen in the learning process for autonomous vehicles.]

Therefore, after each learning process, a review is needed. Try it on another plane to understand how the control law and logic work. Then humans learn it again, and write another version to test on another system.

Ultimately, after spending a great deal of time forcibly developing a set of control laws, it's like having an indestructible test pilot and an indestructible aircraft working together. In the end, having such a system in any aerospace design can save a great deal of design and manufacturing difficulty.

"Xi, can you speed up time?"

"Yes, but as you know, it's not a real acceleration of time..." It only accelerates the perceived time, which might be useful for machine learning.

However, it is not very useful for humans, and it would overload the brain's nervous system.

"We keep bringing in people to study the minor overloads." Old Xia was also very interested in this, thinking that he might be able to pass the relevant certification exams he had failed several times before.

He might even be able to produce a decent paper in his field, since biocomputer science is indeed one of his main areas of expertise.

A few weeks later, the results were remarkable: "We have built a very powerful suicide attack aircraft."

I don't know what went wrong during the learning process, but it can fly. However, it will suddenly fall to the ground on its own while flying. It would be very useful if used on missiles, provided that the problem of friend or foe identification is solved.

"Continue, delete the previous version, import the replica we understand, and start over!" Several more weeks passed. "Now we have a kite that flies erratically in the sky, flips over in strong winds, and doesn't respond at all..."

"Try again!" A few weeks later, "Try again!" This time, he simply couldn't fly. He would crash as soon as he tried to fly. Moreover, the learning outcomes of the three versions were completely different, filled with parts that were both incomprehensible and impressive.

The good news is that the new programmers who specialize in learning control laws and flight procedures are almost ready to be trained.

Because these biological computers made every possible mistake, including the most unimaginable and bizarre ones.

In the blink of an eye, almost two years have passed since entering the Great Yan Dynasty. Letania is about to advance to the foot of Black Serpent City, while Kazimir has completely depleted its resources. Ursus's strategy of exchanging bases is about to be realized. The central battlefield has already taken over Kazimir's capital, and the flank has successfully threatened western Letania.

Meanwhile, restoration movements intensified in western Letania and northern Victoria, regions that were formerly part of the Gallic Kingdom, leaving both Victoria and Letania exhausted.

Kazdel's strategy forced Letania to admit its complete failure, but how to leave the table gracefully became a new problem, while Kazdel's demonstrated war capabilities opened the eyes of the nations of Terra.

At this point, the war had entered its final stage. On the western front, Colombia and Ursus had exhausted their strength, and every inch of the land was permeated with the stench of corpses. Both sides had overdrawn their last bit of energy.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, the war will end in a large-scale decisive battle, with either or both sides completely losing their offensive capabilities, thus leading to a peace treaty.

In the middle lane, Ursus achieved a resounding victory, but Kazimir would not allow this to continue and was planning a large-scale counterattack.

If they fail, Ursus will gain vast tracts of warm land and become the winner of the war.

As for Letania, they've already lost half the battle and are now desperately hoping they won't lose the other half.

Therefore, they will be the first country to withdraw from the battlefield; the only difference will be how they make peace with Kazdel.

As for Victoria, despite spending a huge amount of money, she did not achieve the desired results, and her overseas colonies and industries suffered a significant decline. Most importantly, the Gallic Kingdom showed signs of making a comeback.

All of this indicates that the First World War on Terra has passed the stage of physical exertion, and both sides are accumulating their last bit of strength, exhausting their last bit of patriotism and national passion, in order to exert their efforts for control of the world.

There are only two possible outcomes: either it will be the same as Earth's, just a twenty-year truce, or a single, ultimate hegemon will be determined. There is no third possibility.

This war has been going on for almost ten years, and now it is the middle of the ninth year. Xia Qiu is already 12 years old. According to the rules of the Star Alliance, he should be entering the secondary education stage at this time and begin the first important aptitude test in his life to determine his talents, inclinations and abilities, and to make a customized education plan.

Frankly, without a widespread AI system, this is a very difficult process, almost impossible to achieve.

However, it is also an inevitable process when a civilization develops to a certain stage. No civilization can maintain the status quo, let alone continue to progress, when more than half of its population is useless or wasteful.

However, in Terra, she had to stay put. Despite inheriting her parents' good looks, Xia Qiu looked more like a 14-year-old girl.

Moreover, she is the school's number one beauty. After all, the symbiote prevents her from having any common physical flaws. Her appearance, as if she came out of the 3D zone, is indeed a supermodel among ordinary people.

At the entrance of Kazdel Aviation Academy, Xia Qiu, carrying a suitcase, was still examining the model airplane at the academy gate when she saw two Sarkaz girls running over enthusiastically.

"Are you here for a visit, junior? Are you planning to apply to our school in the future?"

"Huh?" Xia Qiu, who inherited her mother's honey-colored hair, looked at the other person in confusion, a slight glint appearing beneath her brown eyes, inherited from her father. "No, I am..."

“Indeed, it’s too early for her to apply to college. She’s probably only graduated from high school at most!” The slightly older Sarkaz girl next to her patted her companion on the shoulder. “So, is she here to visit or to find someone? We can help you…”

The aviation academy is now quite deserted, as the girls and a few boys in the last two years of the five-year program have all gone to the front lines to prepare for the final battle against Letania. Therefore, the Sarkaz girls who are still enrolled are naturally very enthusiastic about seeing new students.

Xia Qiu tilted her head, her long, straight, honey-gold hair falling slightly over her rounded shoulders exposed by her shirt, sliding down her smooth skin like a beautiful tassel trembling slightly. "No, I'm looking for your department head..."

"Oh, you're looking for that old woman? No problem, I know where she is. Are you related? You don't look like a Sarkaz."

The enthusiastic Sarkaz senior took her heavy luggage. "What's in here? It's so heavy!"

"Books, and textbooks."

"Huh? Are your middle school textbooks this heavy now? Why did you bring books?" The Sarkaz girl looked a little strained; it was clear that the things inside were quite heavy.

"For teaching purposes, don't you use books in class?"

"Hey, is she really a junior from the aviation academy? Can someone this young apply?" Another Sarkaz girl, who seemed a little dazed, asked curiously.

“I did come to this college, but…” Xia Qiu rummaged in his pocket and pulled out an employment letter, “but it seems I’m here to be a teacher. Let me see, you are the new calculus lecturer, mainly teaching you the advanced geometry and some other things.”

Suddenly, the two older girls froze, as if they had turned into pale stone statues in an instant. It was already terrifying that such young girls were lecturers, let alone teaching math, especially geometry.

Kazdel Aviation Academy is a living hell, the kind that hangs people until their hands are sore. The key is that advanced mathematics and geometry are compulsory courses for aviation mages, and there is no escaping them.

Whether you're a design major or a flight major, this is a required course, and the number of girls who fail this course each year could circle the entire sports field.

"It's okay, it's very simple, don't worry so much—" Xia Qiu said with a smile. She had finished learning this part when she was about 10 years old, and by the time she was 12, she had completed all the teaching information built into the symbiote.

All I could do next was tinker with some random things and flip through my dad's textbooks and teaching materials.

Although he couldn't understand his university textbooks at all, he could still learn some of the high school material at an incredibly slow pace thanks to his talent.

"Spatial geometry, super simple!"

(My impression from high school was that solid geometry was super simple, while functions and derivatives were a bit more difficult...)

"Uh..." "..." Two faces full of despair. You're a little girl of about 14 years old, how can you be a lecturer? Of course it's easy. Have some consideration for normal people!

"You must be the new teacher, Ms. Xia. It's a pleasure to meet you. If I hadn't seen your photo, I wouldn't have believed it!"

Before even reaching the office, the director greeted her warmly, not only because this young lady was indeed capable, but also because of her father's status.

"It's alright, besides, I'm still learning..." Xia Qiu said politely, "So what are the work arrangements for the rest of the year?"

"Let's familiarize yourselves with the environment first. I'll have someone prepare your dormitory room in a bit. The specific course schedule hasn't been released yet, as the start of the semester has been postponed recently."

Why?

"Well, you can ask your father when you get back. The older students have already been sent out, so I guess..." A hint of sadness flashed across the director's face, "I wonder if the playground will be full when school starts next year."

The war sent young students out, only to return with death notices. Fewer and fewer students started school each year, giving her the illusion that the young faces she saw now were tinged with black and white.

Some died, some stayed in the army, some were seriously injured in the hospital, and some had parts of their nervous system burned off and became disabled, spending the rest of their lives lying in bed.

"I see..." Xia Qiu rarely felt this way. The symbiote suppressed part of her endocrine system and emotional response to maintain her mental health. This was a protective system developed during the most brutal war years when many teenagers went to the battlefield. "They should all be able to come back alive, because nowadays, aviation sorcerers are rarely used to accompany troops on the front lines."

The main casualties are here, even though the Sarkaz infantry did their best to protect these little girls.

However, it is still not safe for them to operate drones from behind the front line, as they could be sniped by enemy snipers at any time.

The Leitanian army will launch a full-scale attack when it encounters camps of aviation sorcerers and field hospitals.

Moreover, they left no survivors as a form of revenge; many young girls from the aviation sorcerer guilds died this way.

Even if the mobile infantry battalion and other units retaliate in kind, the dead will not come back to life because of revenge.

Therefore, the college still receives stacks of death notices from time to time, and then suppresses the same grief to face the even more painful parents of the students.

Even if they were to roar and scream hysterically, the director and his colleagues would feel a little better.

However, most people simply accepted the notice quietly, politely saw the teacher off at the door, and then closed the door without making a sound.

"I hope so," the director sighed. "Never mind, let's not talk about this anymore. Although there aren't many people, I still hope Teacher Xia will take good care of us..."

"no problem……"

At the front, two Abaddon-class carrier battleships are in position, "Apocalypse Knight" and "Doomsday Horn" are ready, and "War Knight", which has been in development for several years, is being loaded onto the deck for the first time.

Ground crew completed refueling, remote control warlocks took their positions, and the War Knights' combat was automated.

However, it still requires a warlock to hold the "reins," roughly evolving from hardcore DCS air combat to ace air combat. The next step may be to issue commands in RTS-like scenarios, with the biochip control group executing the orders.

"On your marks." The four aviation mages quietly donned the control helmets that could potentially damage their brains. "Neural linking in progress..."

"Neural calibration - complete; Mental wave matching - complete; Information filter - complete; Anti-pulse defense unit operating normally; Spell suppression field normal; All checks complete, prepare!"

A sharp pain came from the back of my head, and my body disappeared, replaced by a world constructed from the data acquired by the head-mounted sensor.

The spherical sensor inside the War Knight's cockpit moved up, down, left, and right, indicating that the Warlock was in position and there were no issues such as connection failure.

"Fuel condition - good; Control group - good..."

How are you feeling?

"It's like riding a horse," the girl laughed. The main control was handled by the brain chip, as if riding a horse and hunting with a golden eagle. The entire behemoth was just waiting for her whistle.

"The mission is simple, mainly a live-fire test. The target is a Leitanian border transit point. You only have half fuel left, and the payload is two 'Peace Dove' guided bombs. In addition, there is a rotating railgun."

"understand……"

"Go!" the ground crew signaled, and the girl whistled. "Whoosh...bang!" The electromagnetic catapult system launched the heavy monster into the sky. The folded wings unfolded, and the four jet engines automatically ignited. The girl didn't need to fumble with the controls; it was like a well-behaved old horse.

She is either the Valkyrie who rides this warhorse or "War," one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

Sweeping across the desolate plains, the Valkyrie patrolled above the clouds. "Swoosh!" Crimson smoke outlined the target's silhouette. The rain of fire that poured down on the sky like a storm, constantly shooting down small drones, was the soul fire awaiting guidance and judgment.

"Whoosh!" The giant black triangle swirling around slowed down, and the spear on the belly of the machine slid downwards in a rotating motion. "Reload!"

The fully charged shockwave warhead slid into the magazine, giving one a feeling of chest and abdomen swelling, like taking a breath before blowing a trumpet. The next second, a rain of fire fell from the sky.

The rhythmic four-shot barrage continuously created small-area arc explosions and scattered Originium fragments on the ground. Soon, the cloud became denser, the ground was covered in dust, and arcs of electricity jumped within it.

As the last drumbeat ended, the Valkyrie pulled on the reins of her Pegasus, stopping on a cloud, watching Odin's wrath brew within the clouds, transforming into a storm of thunder that swept across the transfer station, each crimson flash a soul returning to the Golden Palace.

The "peace dove" was released, and the giant of flames grabbed the heavy, large armored vehicle and angrily hurled it into the sky, where it fell in vain and smashed into pieces.

"The live-fire test was successful. The target area was completely destroyed. Damage assessment is still ongoing."

This was a probing attack and a battlefield test of the new equipment. Combat proved that Letania's existing anti-aircraft firepower was completely ineffective against the War Knights.