Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Switzerland.

Neural Network Science Research Center.

Standing in the hall, Sarote looked around and looked forward, his expression seemed slightly unnaturally cramped.

This cramp is not only dazzling when the word neural is combined with a group of people in white coats, but also because his temperament is incompatible with this place.

As for why he appeared here ...

That's a long story.

Since leaving the United States in disgrace and returning to his hometown in the Netherlands, he has put aside his impetuous impetuousness and semi-seclusion, and has done various researches. Based on the experience accumulated when he worked with Professor Lu Instead, he has made a series of outstanding achievements in the field of graphene, and has become a bull in the industry who can at least be remembered by his name.

Such a result was unexpected even by himself, so that when all kinds of awards and offers flew to him, he was at a loss for a while.

Later, Cornell University emailed him twice, promising $ 30 million.

However, once he was approached by the FBI, he has completely disappointed him in that country, and rejected the offer without much thought.

Although European academic circles are filled with the twilight atmosphere, it is increasingly rare to see young fresh blood come in, but in terms of his personal feelings, it is still a good place to engage in academic research.

Just two days ago, when he was traveling from Amsterdam to Geneva for an academic conference, he suddenly received a call from an old friend who had not been in contact for more than 30 years, saying that he planned to show him something amazing.

So he stood here now.

As he hesitated to call an old friend, a warm voice came to him from the side of the hall corridor.

"Welcome! My old friend, you are finally here! I'll wait for you for a while."

Salot looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a fat old man who was pregnant in October and almost lost his hair. He stretched his right hand with a smile and greeted him. .

Struggling to match this face with the name in the memory, Sarrot resisted the curiosity this guy had encountered in recent years, holding his right hand and shaking it.

"Fortunately, fortunately, speaking of it ... haven't we seen each other in decades?"

"Thirty-seven years to be precise," as always, the memory is as good as it was in the student days. Professor Mier smiled heartily, and let go of his hand. When we are studying, it is very difficult for us to meet. "

Zarrot: "... In fact, I haven't understood your operation very well. You gave up a promising subject."

"Aren't you the same? Abandoned the computer and jumped into the material science larger than the biological pit."

Sarrot's eyebrows twitched and he coughed softly.

"It's full of surprises ... and I find that materials science is better for me than computers."

"It's the same for me. Life is always full of all kinds of accidents. But it's also because computers are my first major. This makes me help when studying neural network related topics ..." With an old friend's arm, Mier gestured to him please, "Don't fret, come with me. I said that I will show you something amazing."

When they were studying at the University of Amsterdam, both studied information engineering. Later, after he got his master's degree, Sarote transferred to Cornell University in the United States, where he met his mentor, and finally became a material dog.

Fortunately, his mentor returned to pit father, and somehow helped him get a lecturer position, and Zarrot himself is not a fuel-saving lamp, he did not stay at Cornell University for academics, but ran away On the west coast of Silicon Valley, the title of a professor at Cornell University was packed by rubbing the ball, and he suddenly got an investment to solve the funding problem, and he also created a laboratory in Silicon Valley ... Acquired.

He admits that he did like to run the train with his mouth full of mouth, exaggerate the details, and explore the rules, but in many cases it was a last resort.

Besides, who is not like that?

As for now, he has been rehabilitated and stopped doing those things.

I just don't know if it's his illusion or what, Sarrot always felt that the old Mier classmate smelled a familiar taste ...

It is exactly the same as myself a few years ago.

Sure enough, when he followed Professor Mier to an office and watched him pick up a stack of still-hot papers from the corner of the table, Sarlot froze slightly, and immediately became angry.

"Is this what you want me to see?"

Miel: "This is Dr. Z's thesis! You should have heard that name, the man who saved the world."

Salot: "I mean, you asked me to rush to you by train from Geneva for an hour, just to show me a paper that I can download as long as I board Arxiv?"

It didn't seem to be affected by the anger that flew along with the spitting stars, Professor Miel said in an exaggerated tone.

"Oh my friend, you don't know how this paper has been in the biological world recently ... especially how sensational our neural network research is ..."

Salot hit the nail on the head: "You miss the point!"

"But we grasped the point!" Forcing Salotte forcibly, Professor Mier pointed to the paper in his hand, "Listen, we are scholars, ignore these trivial things. Is n’t the key to the problem? Is this the paper itself? "

"But you ..."

"Enough! Those so-called 'but', let's discuss them after we get the Nobel Prize."

Wait, isn't it me who should lose my temper?

Why did you lose in momentum?

Bewildered by this situation, especially when the word of the Nobel Prize was thrown out by this guy, his entire attention was taken away instantly.

"... Nobel Prize?"

"Yes, the Nobel Prize! This is the result of a research that definitely has the potential to touch the Nobel Prize medal! Its greatness is not inferior to the impact of von Neumann on computers ..."

Interrupting the guy's mouth full of farting, Sarote squeezed his sour brows and said.

"But the author of this paper is ... Dr. Z. What does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with me?"

"Compilation Framework of Neural Signal and Electrical Signal Conversion"

The name sounds interesting.

If it was Dr. Z who had solved the bacterial crisis on Mars, the content should not be ordinary.

But the problem is ...

What does this have to do with him?

He is just a materials scientist who studies graphene.

Seeing the confusion in this friend's eyes, Professor Mier explained patiently.

"The point is that this paper alone won't win the Nobel Prize, even the Turing Award is a little worse. But he offers a possibility of winning in the direction of biological neural networks! Do you understand what I mean? The only principle of the Nobel Prize is the size of the achievement, and our biggest headache now is that the key issues have not been resolved, and the entire research has been stuck on the bottleneck, which can not achieve enough outstanding results. "

"But now, things have changed!"

"In this paper, a new explanation is given for the formation of biological neural networks' signal transmission and vision, etc., and a procedural compilation framework for the conversion of neural signals and electrical signals is proposed. This work absolutely It's groundbreaking, do you know what it means once this technology is completed? "

While listening to Miel, Sarote looked at the paper in his hand and frowned.

"... means that things in science fiction movies can become reality? I remember being called the number one player."

Mier said loudly: "It's not that superficial thing, you just think of games? I want to say something more shocking! He can even change our perception of the Internet! But I'm telling you this is still It's too early, in short you just need to know that this is a technology that will change the world! "

"You didn't answer my previous question," closed the essay in his hand, and Sarott looked at him and continued. "So, what does this have to do with me?"

Mier said seriously: "Do you believe this is a technology that changes the world?"

Salot: "... Because you said it, I believe half."

Miel: "Thank you, there are still half! But even if it is only half, assuming this technology can really be realized, as the key person to promote the final result, do you think the Nobel Jury will not consider our name?"

Salot: "Nobel doesn't seem to have a calculation award."

"But there are medical awards and chemistry awards! Think about it, Mier and his friend Salot ... and the research results of Dr. Z, promoting the research of biological neural networks and the research on the interconnection of neural systems and computer systems He has made an outstanding contribution to this and hereby presents the Nobel Prize in Chemistry ... Given that Dr. Z is mostly anonymous, we will share the prize equally. "

After clearing his throat, Professor Mier extended his right hand solemnly.

"I sincerely invite you, my old friend ... would you like to join us?"

This time Sarote was silent.

Although far from Vanity Fair, the Nobel Prize is a medal that symbolizes the highest honor in academia ...

To be honest, he is still very emotional.

After about five minutes of silence, he spoke.

"……I'll think it over."

After hearing this, Professor Mier's face finally showed a smile.

Although his old friend did not agree directly, the expression had clearly revealed his inner activity ...

He was fascinated by the olive branch he threw.

After Professor Salot left, Professor Mier paced back and forth in the lab excitedly.

"Graphene should be okay in this direction ~ www.readwn.com ~ The experts on neural interface materials already exist, let me think what else is wrong ... right!"

Suddenly a thought came out of his head, Professor Mier's eyes flashed and he snapped his fingers.

Without any hesitation, he ran to the computer desk and sat down, opened a browser and entered a line of URL, and then hit Enter.

Soon, a BBS with an old antique style of the last century came into his sight.

Here is part of the dark web.

As a dark corner that is not included in the databases of major search engines, this forum with less than 10,000 global active users adds up to the role of a trading hub in the Internet.

When people use Bitcoin to trade, as long as it can do everything on the Internet, whether it is legal or illegal, they can offer rewards here.

After publishing the email and telephone lines of Dr. Z's investigation, Professor Mier put up a bit of reward with pain.

With a smile on his face, he quickly turned off the computer and leaned back in his chair.

What he needs now is to carefully study the huge amount of information in that paper and wait for Dr. Z's email and phone number to appear in his mailbox.

Even if the Dr. Z never left his own contact information on the Internet and never responded to the questions in the paper, in a place like the dark web, such as a cloud, there should be nothing that hackers can't do.

Although it may be rude to do so, it's all about science.

If Dr. Z can be recruited to his research team, there is no doubt that his research will be more effective.

I believe that with his own eloquence, after talking with himself for a few words, the Dr. Z will definitely be emotional about the conditions he offered ...

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(I ask for a monthly pass ~~~)