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

When Annabelle saw the news, she found that all her hopes were gone.

At this time, the streets had already fallen into chaos. People were running around in a hurry, and their frightened faces were particularly creepy under the bright light of the fireworks.

"I hope the bombing won't extend over here." She thought, and then she opened her closet and slowly picked out the clothes and luggage she wanted to take away.

Boom, boom, boom...

After Annabell had packed her luggage with great difficulty, she suddenly realized that she was not going to escape, but to move. At this time, there was no suitable small truck to transport her luggage.

"Yes...passport...passport is the most important!"

When she walked out of the apartment in a daze, a scream was heard again over the city.

On the day of the US invasion, Caracas still maintained normal life order, but everyone felt that the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Occasionally a bomb would fall, and at most a few bonfires would be lit, filling the air with smoke.

The bombing by US military aircraft did not cause much damage to the city.

Annabell and her classmates also drove around in the beautiful sunshine, taking in the famous Church of San Francesco, Palazzo Laterano and the ancient museum that symbolizes art.

She remembered that the general public at that time, like her, thought that the war was nothing big.

Let’s fight. Americans are very strong, and it is not normal for Venezuela’s weak military capabilities to be defeated.

When the bomb really fell on her head, Annabel Espinosa began to panic, thinking hard about how to escape from the war-torn city.

"call out--"

A death-threatening scream sounded overhead, and she quickly found a street shop to hide in. Her action of seeking shelter was quick and decisive, and it was completely impossible to tell that she was a lazy young lady just a few minutes ago.

She had to endure the fierce explosions of bombs around her. Fully armed personnel appeared at the intersections of many blocks, hurriedly unfolding the brackets, raising the muzzles, and firing randomly into the sky.

Annabelle gritted her teeth with hatred every time the anti-aircraft gun fired, waiting for the shrapnel to fall like rain.

She was trembling with fear, completely hiding behind the cashier counter of the empty shop, occasionally sticking her head out to observe the scene on the street, and ready to retreat back at any time.

Whoosh—pop!

A shrapnel flew over and hit the wall behind her, splashing debris all over the sky.

It's not safe here. Annabell was so frightened that she was stunned for a long time, and she slowly collapsed to the ground with her hands covering her forehead, her eyes were wide open, and it took her a long time to recover.

If she had just leaned a few inches outside, her head would have exploded.

The vibrations from the ground were becoming more frequent and intense, and the sounds of bomb explosions were getting closer. If we didn't leave now, we would be dead.

Around 4 a.m., Annabell could no longer suppress her fear and terror, and rushed out of the convenience store with a bag filled with chocolate energy bars and mineral water.

She looked vigilantly at the streets on both sides. From her perspective, the entire street was silent.

The road was covered with rubble and craters, and destroyed cars were everywhere. Farther away, there was a wheeled armored vehicle that had been burned to scrap metal and whose name she couldn't remember.

There was a big hole on the forehead of the car, and the inside was charred black. There was no way of knowing who it belonged to.

After looking for a while, Annabell retracted her head and turned to look at the West City area where flames were everywhere.

That place must be hell on earth.

However, if it is used as a direction of escape, it should be the best way.

When she stood up again and ran towards the alley across the street, the screaming in the air suddenly disappeared.

Annabell found it strange. Based on what she had heard and seen before, the end of the screaming meant the bomb exploded.

But why didn't it explode?

Just as she was wondering, a gray-black light suddenly appeared in the corner of her eye, shooting from right to left.

Boom!

Accompanied by two crisp sounds that only she could hear, Annabelle suddenly felt a piercing pain in her legs and she fell to the side involuntarily.

Before she could figure out what was happening, her whole body suddenly shook and she disappeared in the wind and waves caused by the explosion of the aerial bomb, turning into minced meat all over the sky.

……

Two days later, a reporter came to the missing persons notice wall in Naflin Square and filmed and recorded the war records.

Among those scenes, the missing person notice for "Annabelle Espinosa" flashed by in many shots.

Chapter 108 Return to the Institute

“… Lacking officers, the regiment was thrown into the ruins of Caracas mainly in small battle groups, most of which were led by sergeants.

The battle was said to be brutal, with ruins everywhere and the dead and wounded piled higher and higher every day..."

This kind of fake news about Ding Zhen has been broadcast repeatedly on TV day after day, and has long since completely wiped out the audience's enthusiasm.

Just a few hours ago, Rafael heard about the progress and victory achieved by the Marine Task Force 1 in the urban area of ​​Caracas, which was not as tragic as mentioned in the news broadcast.

What is going on? Undoubtedly, it is an exaggeration by the local media, or simply a propaganda method to gain higher ratings and attention.

Thanks to Harry B. Carnegie's access, specifically his access to the internal intelligence network, Rafael saw a lot of what was happening on the ground in Caracas.

The Venezuelan military's resistance is very limited, almost indistinguishable from the Iraq War more than 30 years ago.

Most of the images captured by the helmet camera are intermittent explosions in the distance.

The sky at night is always red, and flares can often be seen rising above the city, helping soldiers relying on buildings for defense to search for all possible targets.

However, faced with such a situation, the Marine Corps decisively mobilized the remaining troops of the 1st Marine Division and the 3rd Marine Division that had just landed from La Guaira Port.

Their strategy was simple: they relied on M1A1 HC tanks and the Marine Corps' amphibious armored vehicles to achieve zoned encirclement and then conduct house-to-house inspections.

This strategy was very effective. As long as the communication and personnel flow of the Caracas defenders were cut off, the city's resistance intensity quickly decreased.

The fighting continued until November, when the situation in Caracas had basically stabilized.

After all, before the Marines officially entered the city to fight, various types of bombers belonging to the Strategic Air Force and the carrier-based aircraft wing of the USS George Bush coordinated with each other to bomb the city to pieces.

Whenever Venezuelan military forces show signs of gathering, they are subjected to fierce air attacks, forcing them to abandon the gathering and engage directly in combat.

On November 11, the weather in Leipzig became colder, but at least it remained dry.

Overnight, everything was covered with a layer of white frost, like fine silver threads.

Brushing off the dew on his shoulders, Raphael walked on the sidewalk after a long absence, no different from other hurried passers-by.

But this time, what he carried with him was no longer a compact backpack, but a large guitar case slung across his back.

Occasionally someone would cast a curious look at him, but when they realized that it might be a "girl" who would most likely go to jail if they made a move, their restless hearts would immediately calm down.

When passing by the police officers patrolling on the roadside, Raphael's calm and composed expression did not arouse any suspicion. Instead, he was escorted by them for the whole journey.

Leipzig hasn't been very peaceful recently, and they're just on patrol anyway, so being with the girls at an event can make them happy both physically and mentally.

As for the guitar case behind him, if it was carried by a tall and strong man, they would definitely go up to check it and ask to open the case for inspection.

For a girl like this one, there is almost no need to open the box for inspection.

The reason is simple. The guns and accompanying ammunition that need to be stored in such a large case are not very light and are not the type that a girl of this body shape can use.

Standing in front of the campus gate of Karl Marx University, Raphael thanked the two police officers: "Danke sch?n."

The two waved their hands nonchalantly, saying it was just patrol and no big deal.

We can be thankful that no accidents happened along the way.

Now that the other party had reached their destination, the school was staffed by on-campus police and specially hired security forces, making it almost the safest place in Leipzig.

"Ah, Miss Raphael, this way."

Hannah Becker first saw the tall violin case in the bustling crowd, and then she saw Raphael.

I've never heard of this guy who can play the cello? A thought flashed through her mind, and she went up to him with a smile on her face.

"Finally I've waited until you came back."

"Well, how did the experiment go?" Raphael asked directly.

"It failed, but it's a little bit better than before." Ms. Hannah explained as she led the way: "We introduced new weak intelligence based on neural networks and strengthened the physiological connections between simulated neurons."

"I see. That's far from enough. The neural network of the human brain changes dynamically. Current AI can provide some help, but it is best at handling static tasks."

"Yes." Hannah sighed. Considering the difficulties the project team is currently facing, it would be great if there could be a breakthrough.

Everyone knows the dynamics of human brain nerves, and everyone is racking their brains to think of new simulation solutions and corresponding algorithms.

Even though the supercomputer currently used by the project team is built based on neuron chips and has certain structural similarities with biological brain neurons, it is still very different from the brain of an organism itself.

After all, the human brain's neural network is extremely large and complex, and its structure and function far exceed the processing capabilities of current computer systems.

Because this was an ambitious project, the 86 billion neurons and trillions of neural connections contained in the human brain were preserved almost intact.

This is a trouble that no one can avoid.

In addition, neural networks are not only large, but also have extremely complex structures and interconnections. Different neuron types, synapse types, and a large number of neurotransmitter interactions further increase the difficulty of simulation.

Taking into account the tolerance of the subjects, no one can lie in bed 24 hours a day. After all, synchronous scanning and simulation of various functional areas must be carried out at the same time to train human-like thinking.

Another point to address is that the human brain uses energy far more efficiently than current computer architectures.

The pressure has come to the neuron supercomputer system currently installed at the Karl Marx University in Leipzig. Every time it is turned on for an experiment, it challenges the system's energy supply and cooling capabilities.

Each time, a long maintenance work has to be carried out, which inevitably slows down the arrangement of the number of experiments.

"It would be more appropriate for you to take the lead in this work." Hannah said this somewhat presumptuously.

Raphael blinked and said nothing. Who knows how well she did. Maybe she did better than others.

At least during her time working at the Main-Frankfurt Suburban Research Institute, she did a good job, and several assistants assigned to her successfully obtained the paid job offers and degrees they needed.

At that time, it was inevitable that we had several quarrels with the relevant parties, especially in the beginning.

In this regard, she did her best.

Chapter 109

Dinner was a buffet, prepared and served on plates by the chefs employed by the institute. Many people wore the dust-free white coats they wore when they worked, and sat down in groups of three or four.

There was also a notice on the wall next to it saying "No clean-room clothing allowed in the cafeteria", but almost no one cared about it.

After standing on tiptoe in the line and glancing ahead, Annabelle told Raphael sadly that for two weeks in a row, their main course had been the same old chicken fillet, with no sign of roast pork knuckle.

She suspected they might be one of those cheap frozen chicken shipments that had recently arrived.

Annabelle is about 165cm tall (5 feet 6 inches), with light brown hair and clear, bright eyes, just like the girl who was sacrificed at the altar in the story, and in fact she played such a role in college.

Her father is a professor at a teaching hospital affiliated with the university's medical school and is considered a successful businessman. Her mother is a social worker.

Annabell admits, “My family has taken excellent care of me academically.”

Before she entered the medical school of the University of Leipzig, she originally wanted to study classical literature, but in her sophomore year, a scholar named Wolf Singer came to give a lecture, which prompted Annabell to finally choose and complete the prerequisite courses for medicine.

This is a charismatic neuroscientist who has made important contributions to the research on psychological processing and consciousness formation in the brain.

He focuses on how the brain integrates sensory information, processes complex stimuli, and analyzes the effects of attention on neural activity.

Not only that, Wolf Singer and his colleagues proposed the resonance theory, which explores how brain networks achieve information processing and integration by synchronizing neuronal activity.

She frankly said that she was able to become the last disciple of this authoritative professor of neurology thanks to her father's connections.

Raphael thought that a lucky, talented and hard-working client was able to officially participate in the project, which meant that Ms. Annabelle herself was very capable and was recognized by other colleagues. This was the most terrifying thing.

Annabelle's research direction is the same as her master's, a typical neuroscientist, and she came to contact Raphael because she wanted to establish a harmonious interpersonal relationship with this "young man" who had also proven his "talent".

Neuroscience has been devoted to analyzing how the brain produces behavior and cognition. However, it is difficult to fully understand the complexity of the nervous system through physiological experiments and anatomical observations alone.

At this time, the rapid development of high-performance computers brought hope to neuroscientists.

By building computational models, researchers can simulate the activity of neurons, the connections of neural networks, and the process of information transmission in order to gain a deeper understanding of the working principles of the nervous system and help them understand how the nervous system processes information.

Now that's their job.

If possible, Annabell hopes to get a baby and perform synchronous simulation from the beginning of its growth. The results will definitely be better than using adult volunteers for experiments.

After all, newborn babies only have biological instincts, and those actions are innate survival and adaptive behaviors.

The same is true for self-cognition, such as infants' cognition of their own bodies; through the mirror, they recognize their own reflection in the mirror and realize that the image in the mirror is themselves; and the process of self-identification.

These will provide important references for the establishment and development of artificial intelligence.