Eh? Do you also want to try the iron fist of the humanoid girl?

She didn't care much about the mobilization of the National Defense Force. Even after the expansion was completed, the National Defense Force's own manpower would still be stretched to the limit.

However, the appearance of members of the KSK Brigade on the outskirts of the city shows that the Germans are pessimistic about the situation in the next six months.

Five o'clock in the morning is the quietest hour in the winter night. Raphael asked for some bread and jam from the restaurant, and when he returned to his room, he saw Fei Niao, Ling Yin and Lu Hui sitting side by side on the floor and talking.

"...You ask me, when will this disaster end?" Asuka answered the question in a cold tone.

She wasn't the kind of person who thought she knew everything, but when she mentioned this kind of thing, she couldn't help but recall her last days in Japan.

When social order and morality completely collapse, even the kindest ordinary people will be forced by the environment to become executioners with blood on their hands.

In order to survive, people will degenerate into beasts. As long as they can survive, killing a few people is not a big deal.

During that time, the people they killed the most were not the rebellious Ground Self-Defense Force, but the civilians who became greedy when they saw the light truck RV.

"How can I tell you? I don't know when it will end. Maybe when humans become extinct, this disaster will end. But when will it end, I don't know..."

Chapter 23 Ordinary and Long Life

"Ah, what will happen to these days..."

Young children do not have a correct understanding of the dangers of relic weapons or collapse fluids.

Luhui looked at the ceiling, and the pen flew up and down with the movement of his fingers.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the sound of the pistol slide sliding was extremely clear in the quiet environment.

"What are you afraid of? I'll kill anyone who stands in my way!"

Such murderous remarks must have come from Lingyin.

Raphael heard this and thought, "As expected of you!"

Perhaps because she has been participating in outdoor fitness activities with her for a long time, Lingyin is more accustomed to solving problems with bullets.

Rafige didn't want the three people who had finally sat down to talk to know that she had unintentionally eavesdropped on their conversation, so she stepped back lightly like a cat.

So she went back to the far end of the corridor and shouted:

"Asuka, what would you like for breakfast?"

"Eat whatever's available in the restaurant!" Asuka responded.

"Then take whatever you want."

Only after the footsteps faded away and the three little ones resumed their conversation did Lingyin realize belatedly that Raphael had actually heard it outside the door a long time ago.

I just left and pretended to be new because I didn't want to disturb this hard-earned harmonious atmosphere...

As if they were fools.

He would have shouted loudly outside only because he heard the conversation. Otherwise, according to normal logic, Raphael should have opened the door and come in directly.

Lingyin chatted with them about all sorts of things, and the sudden bitterness made her couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Raphael devoured the toast in a few bites, and just as she was passing the suspended commuter corridor, she inadvertently heard playful laughter.

Seven or eight meters away, several researchers were teasing a little girl. It was the child who called herself "Pascalia" yesterday. She was walking towards this side, talking and laughing all the way.

Her lively eyes and rosy, tender lips were smiling happily. The dark corridor shrouded by wind and snow suddenly became brighter because of her appearance, as if the sun was shining in.

Raphael didn't want to meet the child, he frowned in annoyance, a fierce expression on his face.

——To scare children.

She raised her hand to press down the brim of her hat, and her dark navy blue uniform gave off an ominous aura that kept people away.

As the two sides passed by, Pascalia looked at Raphael in confusion, as if she had seen him somewhere before.

After walking a long distance, she suddenly connected yesterday's annoying guy with the officer in uniform who just now exuded an aura of being difficult to mess with.

She is the bad woman who used the name "Raphael"!

On the other side, Raphael hurried into the laboratory and immediately started working.

Humans use various technical means at their disposal to scan the brain, and then use supercomputers to simulate the various signals transmitted between brain neurons.

If successful, would the simulated brain be considered "alive"?

If you don't look at it so narrowly, it can be considered as being alive.

However, this "living" brain, which is completely simulated by a computer, does not have such rich experiences in the early stages of human life, especially the process of gradually establishing the "self".

From this perspective, its basic state is not as smart as that of wild beasts.

beep...

Raphael picked up the phone and after a series of "Uh-huh... I see..." replies, the progress bar that popped up on her work computer screen made her feel exhausted.

It's time to do the finishing work again, which is boring and tedious.

As the number of times increased, I began to become adept at this inconspicuous but very important job, and I also summed up many ways to improve accuracy.

This is how research works. Once you find the right direction, you keep trying and making mistakes, making breakthroughs bit by bit, and then find ways to get closer to the goal.

Of course, during the research process, experiments must be conducted continuously to obtain reliable data. In addition, it is necessary to analyze and find the causes of errors, which is fraught with difficulties.

In order to make this research able to simulate the real human brain more realistically and meaningfully than previous experiments on simulating the mouse cerebral cortex, and thus create human-like advanced intelligent AI, many researchers have been working on this for several years.

When the project manager confirmed that Raphael had amazing talent in dealing with brain models, he immediately arranged for several students to come over.

Although she is said to be helping out, in fact, it is no different from her supervising these doctoral students - there is no problem in describing them as Raphael's students.

Because they were unpaid assistants and depended on the meager group funds for their livelihood, Raphael had to find a way to take care of their lives.

Raphael got a headache when he thought about these students who worked for the laboratory but received no salary.

Even those who have graduated with a Ph.D. and have already interned elsewhere, if they want to enter top research institutes to continue their research, unless they wait until a paid assistant position becomes vacant, they will have to work for nothing for several years like these students.

How should I put it, there is a sense of exploitation in it.

Although she also knows that this reality is helpless and unreasonable, the reality is that many people who want to enter this field to conduct academic research have to climb up step by step in this way.

Unless you are a one-in-a-million genius who has published authoritative and extremely sensational papers or achieved results while you were a student and received a direct invitation to a permanent position, everyone who comes has to take this path.

There was a knock on the door, a voice she was used to hearing, it was one of the unpaid assistants that Raphael was fretting over.

"It's okay, come in."

It seemed that the young man had been doing simulation experiments in the computer room downstairs, and his clothes had become wrinkled.

He came with the simulation experiment data, his clothes were messy and unkempt, and he didn't even think about going back to change clothes, take a shower, or take care of his personal appearance.

"A few days ago, I applied for computing power to simulate the mouse brain, but I never got the results that the teacher talked about." After saying that, he took out his laptop and opened the log record.

Raphael glanced sharply at the program he set up and the code he wrote, and found that the parameter adjustment in one link was not done correctly.

At this moment, it had darkened outside the window without me noticing.

"There seems to be a small problem with your method parameters. Bring it to the office tomorrow. I want to hold a group meeting and explain it to everyone. You haven't had a rest for several days, go back and have a rest..."

When it comes to procedural matters, you can definitely get proper guidance from Raphael.

This is the rich experience and knowledge that Raphael accumulated through constant practice and stirring up trouble on the Internet before he was disconnected from the Internet.

This valuable knowledge is sufficient to guide computer science students at the doctoral level.

"Besides, it's late today and I have to go home," she said.

Raphael began to sort out the reference books piled on the table, all of which were reference materials on brain science.

Chapter 24 Born to Fight

Leaving the office, Raphael stretched himself, carrying a large bag filled with research materials and books, and walked into the panoramic bridge where the lights had long been turned off.

Someone opened the window, letting the cold wind flow into the corridor, blowing the hair that was stuck to the forehead.

Only in the dead of night could she forget the urgent work at hand and the chaos of the outside world, and relax and look out the window.

The length of the covered bridge is equal to the length of time you can relax.

"Oh, you're back—"

Asuka opened the door. For a moment, she stared at Raphael as if she was checking something. From the host's facial expression and eyes at this time, it was clear that today's work was not going well.

"Are you having trouble again? Do you want something to eat?" Asuka asked casually.

No matter how distressed Raphael's expression was, she would not dig into his questions, which was a smart thing for Fei Niao.

When others are in a desperate situation, interfering will only create more trouble for them.

However, the main reason was that Asuka knew that when Raphael was fully committed like this, this way of dealing with it would be the most appropriate.

Raphael never expressed "good" or "bad" about Asuka's response.

Just like a combat team, everyone has different divisions of labor and responsibilities.

Raphael's importance to them was self-evident. However, seeing how she was now concentrating on her research, Asuka knew that her way was not wrong - a way of dealing with things only in a peaceful state.

Today was the same, but Raphael seemed more tired than usual. After noticing this, she immediately made a judgment, knowing that Raphael would not want to continue working during the day, so she advised her to eat dinner first.

"Well, let's eat first." Raphael replied.

After she started working at the research institute in Frankfurt, when things were going well, even if she came back at normal meal times, she would mostly sit down and handle her work remotely.

But today, Raphael stuffed the briefcase filled with documents into the cabinet, took off his white clean-sheet suit, and sat directly at the dining table.

"How's things going today?" she asked casually.

"The world situation? All the Navy's underwater strategic forces have gone to sea, except for those on the slipway for upgrading and overhaul.

The new Soviet Union is similar. When the surface and underwater ships that can move out of the port are sailing, there are endless long-wave radio stations making noise from morning to night. It is so noisy that it kills people. "

“Nothing happening in Europe?”

"No, the EU Parliament is arguing like crazy about the refugee issue. The issue of refugee resettlement in Denmark alone has made parliamentarians from various countries want to stage a medieval retro duel in the parliament."

"There was no fight."

"Yeah, what a pity." Fei Niao spread his hands and shook his head, his face full of regret for not seeing the fun.

"Is Lingyin responsible for Luhui's skill training now?" Raphael asked about Xiaosi's situation.

"Well, according to the date, tonight is her night combat training."

"That's so hard." Raphael cut the steak and put the tender and juicy beef into her mouth, which made her cheer, "Oh my...sehr lecker, Es schmeckt mir gut!!!"

"Is your language module broken?" Fei Niao glared at Raphael with his eyes slanted like a dead fish, "And don't talk while chewing. It's not only impolite but also embarrassing."

"…You're the only one here, so it doesn't matter."

The dining table with only Fei Niao at it was a quiet one with little conversation. Fei Niao was sometimes like a taciturn person, helping to ladle soup and serve wine, while Raphael silently took it and ate it.

Even so, the atmosphere at the table did not seem stiff or cold, because for these two people (?), this way of eating was nothing strange.

After dinner, Asuka made Raphael a cup of hot tea and said, "Harry from Offutt sent you a letter. Do you want to read it now?"

"Oh, Harry sent a letter? That's odd. Where is it?"

The letter was written in beautiful penmanship. After opening it, there were about twenty words per line on the letter paper, which read:

“A few days ago, I ran into the Chief of Naval Operations by chance, and I was very pleased to hear that the optimization you made for the cruiser air defense system increased the reaction rate by 5 points.

It is better to make achievements in academics and technology than to fight to the death on the battlefield. You can leave unnecessary chores in life to others, and I will help you to avoid military chores as much as possible. Please rest assured and focus on your current work. "

Although it is a short letter, between the lines one can seem to see the old general's confident figure and inexplicable care.

Was Harry B. Carnegie an elderly widower living alone?

After reading this simple letter, she and Fei Niao looked at each other. The two people with similar thinking guessed each other's thoughts at the same time.

"This really looks like a letter he wrote. After all, he just walked out of the Research Bureau."

Asuka said: "I remember that he was affected the year before last, and the position he had been seeking for a long time was taken away by someone else."

"Even if you are a fighter pilot, once you get involved in technology, you will end up like that."