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

Annabell believes that if they can capture this years-long process—comparing the activity of various functional parts of the brain with the responses of real babies and the correspondence between the human brain model in the supercomputer—it is very likely that true strong artificial intelligence will be born.

The artificial intelligence currently used in the industry is all based on deep learning of neural networks. The AI ​​models that are implemented by imitating the learning rules of the brain can only be used in the field of training.

If only her idea could be approved, Annabelle held the plate and picked among the dishes, sighing secretly in her heart.

Obviously, the review experts of the Ethics Committee would never allow such an experiment to pass.

She looked back at Raphael. His theoretical and practical skills were first-rate, but this made her very confused.

For someone like this, the Americans are actually willing to waste her skills...

After the destruction of California, the high-end industries in the United States were hit hard. At a time when talents were needed, she was used as a soldier to be responsible for the security of the research institute.

Yes, the researchers sent by the United States are important, but can’t this kind of insignificant work be handed over to other people?

After Annabell got her dinner, she quietly waited for Raphael.

She thought about what happened a year ago when she saw Raphael developing an optimization algorithm with a few unpaid assistants.

Pushing hardware performance to the limit, highly efficient multi-threading, and very few error warnings, Raphael's debut set the retinas of everyone present on fire.

If there is a disadvantage, it is that few people can understand her development thinking and approach. Even if you read it according to the notes, if you don't have a good grasp of mathematics, it is difficult to really understand what she did and the purpose of doing so.

Annabelle has a PhD in physiology and doesn't know much about computers, but Raphael's assistance has been crucial to the wonderful performance improvements she has experienced at work.

Unless their project team immediately gets a more powerful and luxurious supercomputer, and the performance overhead is enough to exceed or offset the other party's assistance optimization level, it will be difficult for them to refuse such a person.

Over the past year, the computer team has been optimizing and iterating on Raphael, but the improvements achieved have been only marginally satisfactory.

It's better than before, but not much better. To put it bluntly: How can you be so bad?

"Incompetent people lead unwilling people and do unnecessary things." Annabell suddenly remembered this sentence.

By the way, those unpaid assistants only got their degrees and were unable to stay.

Thinking of this, Annabell felt an evil spirit running through her heart.

These people have worked with Raphael on many vertical projects and have made great achievements under his guidance.

From a certain perspective, they may not be able to keep up with Raphael's speed, but one thing is certain, the thinking patterns of these young people have been assimilated by Raphael to some extent.

Even if he can't take over the responsibility and rise to the top overnight, at least he can help the computer development collaboration to keep up with the ideas left by Raphael.

But in reality, when these unpaid assistants received their degrees and their contracts expired, and they were seeking contract renewal and conversion to paid status, they received no help.

"Raphael, come here."

Annabell invited Raphael to sit in a relatively quiet corner of the restaurant.

Since the institute's relocation and integration into the Karl Marx University, everyone has been so busy trying to make the institute's daily work compatible with the university that they have no time or energy to review what the various parts of the project team have been doing during this period.

Not long ago, my friend's daughter casually mentioned: "Everyone is privately saying that the computing performance of 'Athena' is beginning to fall behind."

These words suddenly sounded extremely harsh to Annabelle.

Until that day, she had thought the performance of the Athena neuron chip supercomputer was barely adequate.

Since the supercomputer was built, it has actually been running for less than 8 months, and its performance has been seriously insufficient...

Annabell thought about the state of many things in the program before they were optimized. It was probably because they didn't know how to continue along Raphael's line of thought and instead re-modified the model and coded according to their own ideas.

Raphael quickly finished the pork elbow on the plate, took a sip of dark beer and asked, "Am I still in charge of the previous module this time?"

"Well, we found that we really need your help," Annabell said. "The modeling team can't read the algorithm you left behind. They can only choose to iterate on the oldest version... It's a headache. Not to mention the mistakes, the simulation and reproduction of the human brain's functional areas can't keep up with the volunteers' activities."

"Where are my unpaid assistants?"

As expected, they came. Annabell put down her fork, sighed slightly and said, "They didn't get a contract as paid assistants. If they want to stay, they can only sign for another year before it's their turn."

"What about your degree?"

"They passed smoothly, holding three copies of the first-district papers in their hands. Anyone who tries to stop them will lose their reputation if the news gets out."

According to the graduation review committee, the people who were taken over by Raphael were indeed lucky.

“…it fosters people’s initiative and independent thinking. The unique way of thinking they acquire can bring them benefits, but it may also lead to nothing.

That’s a good thing, considering the achievements so far. But there’s also a downside, which is that it doesn’t work well with other people.”

Despite the evaluations received by the unpaid assistants, Raphael had great trust in the people she had personally trained.

"It's a pity that we lost several capable people, especially in the field of artificial intelligence." Raphael said this repeatedly.

After leaving the restaurant, Raphael always had a smile on his face whenever the two talked about them.

It was already dark when Annabelle led Raphael into the school building.

"This office is at your disposal."

She said as she pulled out a key and handed it to Raphael.

"This is much more spacious than the small room we had before, and if assistants come in later, it won't be as crowded as before."

Raphael looked around. After all, this was a school with a long history and strong financial resources. Every detail in the room looked brand new.

The lighting is embedded in the ceiling, and the light is adjusted to a warm color, not as glaring as incandescent lamps.

There are bookcases, filing cabinets, desks, etc. In addition to the water dispenser, there is also a small refrigerator, which seems to contain some drinks that need to be kept at low temperatures.

"Wait, what are those two tables?" Raphael asked, pointing to the long table in the corner of the room. She had a bad feeling in her heart, afraid that she would have to be a nanny for an unpaid assistant again.

"There may be students and assistants who need your guidance. You know, we are now integrated into the Leipzig Karl Marx University and have to take on some teaching tasks."

Raphael coughed when he heard this.

She really has no interest in teaching students. The few unpaid assistants she had last time were enough to deal with her.

"Although you are not one of us, the professors who are from the United States like you have opened a course, so..."

"Then I only want ordinary students, not unpaid assistants who signed a contract to work for nothing."

"It's not clear yet, let's discuss it later."

Annabelle had a helpless smile on her face. She also knew what unpaid assistants were like. But work and personnel arrangements could never be run completely rigidly according to the system.

Probably hearing that their computer expert had returned, the professor from the neurology group was the first to rush over to welcome Raphael.

"Long time no see, Miss Raphael."

"Yes, Professor Brown, you too."

The one who welcomed him was Professor Robert Brown, 37 years old. He was tall and slender, with reddish-brown hair and a smile on his face. He came up and shook Raphael's hand and said:

"You're finally back. Life in Main-Frankfurt must have been tough. I hope you're not hurt."

As he spoke, he still held Raphael's hand, then he bent down slightly to observe Raphael's appearance, staring at Raphael with his "sharp" blue eyes.

"I want you to take over the mess that the computer modeling team has come up with. The new solution they've come up with just doesn't work."

He let go of Raphael's hand. "What's troubling us now is the insufficient performance during actual operation, which has caused many further reconstruction simulation experiments to hit a bottleneck."

"Do your best."

"Yes, I'll do my best." Robert Brown patted the back of Raphael's hand: "The Russians are developing their second-generation general-purpose industrial robots and trying to develop matching AI intelligence."

"Their ways are different from ours, there's no need to worry," said Raphael.

"That's true. Their progress is very fast and much smoother than ours."

"We want to create life, not crude industrial robots."

Brown nodded, "Creating life..."

He thought for a moment, then said in a teasing tone:

“After developing emotions and learning human culture, can strong AI be considered human? If it becomes like that, it may lead to a war between humans and AI.”

"Uh……?"

"This is just my random thought, there is no need to take it seriously."

Professor Brown walked away laughing, and several other people laughed along with him.

"That's all for today. You can rest as usual tomorrow. Come back the day after tomorrow to tidy up the office, and then go to the scanning team to meet the volunteers."

When Rafael finished his work for the day and returned home, he was shocked to see Venezuela's defeat and surrender announcement in the news bulletin.

Part of the Latin American alliance seems to have admitted defeat.

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"Citizens! This is surely the last time I shall address you.

I thank you for your unwavering loyalty and for the trust and help you have given to everyone who pursued justice, swore an oath to respect the Constitution and the laws, and fought to the last moment.

I believe Latin America has a bright future.

Although traitors are doing evil here now, darkness and suffering will eventually be defeated after me. Please believe that sooner or later, free people will walk on the road to a better world.

Long live Latin America! Long live Argentina! Long live the people! Long live the workers!

These are my final words.

I am sure that our blood will not be shed in vain.

I am sure. Our sacrifice may be meaningless to those traitors who use insidious tricks and despicable behaviors, but for those who pursue freedom and equality, at least our bones will become immortal bricks on that road! "

……

After finishing my coffee, it was just past 12 o'clock.

Salvador, acting leader of the Latin American Alliance, sent his final suicide note on the radio, and then disappeared in the fireworks rising into the sky with the Chilean Presidential Palace.

At this point, the Latin American Alliance announced its unconditional surrender, and the war came to a temporary end.

To kill time, Raphael went to the school library and flipped through a few books. It was not yet one o'clock when she returned to the institute, but the assistant sent by the institute was ready and waiting for her.

Raphael put on a white robe and walked to the south side of the third floor where computers were located.

Assistants, unpaid assistants, graduate students who were still studying, and researchers who did not have work at the moment all gathered together. About thirty members of the computer group marched down the road in a mighty procession, like an emperor on tour.

Fortunately, no one shouted at this time to play the role of the eunuch who called for the ceremony, otherwise Raphael would be so embarrassed that he would have to give up three bedrooms and a living room.

Perhaps because they were being urged very hard, except for the people who really wanted to join her, the other computer group researchers who followed her openly intended to express their expectations of Raphael in this way.

However, when some people saw Raphael, they felt as if something had fallen out of their bodies and an indescribable loneliness surged up when they thought that their era was about to end.

"Okay, everyone." Raphael stopped in front of her office door, put one hand on her waist and said unhappily to the researcher who followed behind to join in the fun: "It's time to end the fun now."

After dispersing the people who came to watch the fun, she led the people who would be working with her in the next period of time into the newly decorated office.

The large office was spotlessly clean, and the bookcases, filing cabinets, desks and chairs had all been rearranged.

Raphael looked around and saw that the window seat was undoubtedly prepared for her.

"Uh...you should just pick the positions first, and separate the paid assistants from the unpaid assistants who are students."

The self-introductions of these assistants can be put off until later, as recognizing people is not a problem for her.

After all, there are photos of them in the archives, and she has read everyone's information.

"At this time tomorrow afternoon, we will hold our first group meeting to report on our respective situations."

"Yes, Professor."

They answered in unison, and then fell into a chaotic relocation. Raphael walked to the window, took out his cell phone and called Fei Niao.

The assistants and students who were left behind kept bringing in their belongings, pretending to be nonchalant while peeking at the unnaturally young "professor", and then gathered together to whisper.

They heard Raphael's voice, but couldn't understand what she was saying to the person on the other end of the line.

The mixture of German, English, Japanese and Chinese not only confused the assistants, but also made the CIA and Stasi agents who were eavesdropping on the phone lines feel extremely uncomfortable.

Both sides not only used language and text AI for translation, but also conducted multiple manual analyses before they figured out that Rafael was talking about the Polish military's order for M1 main battle tanks.

This way of speaking, showing off one's language skills, is truly disgusting, the agents who monitored the call all thought at the same time.

There is no need to communicate information in such a cautious manner regarding the supply of parts for the M1 main battle tank, which is not equipped with depleted uranium alloy armor and is powered by a diesel engine.

Besides, the M1 Abrams has been around for almost 50 years. Except for the latest model used by the US military, the part sold abroad has long been no secret.

The CIA monitor wrote a trivial comment on his record and filed the call file in the unimportant category.

The Stasi's surveillance department took it seriously, because it was an attempt on their part, and they classified and saved this conversation file that showed off their linguistic talent, and commented: