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The scenery on the road is very good, the air is good, but the sky is a little dark.
The destination was a private manor, and it was unclear how big the area was, because Lin Xun couldn't see his head at a glance.
The owner of the manor is someone who knows.
The doctor who saw his leg.
The doctor's first sentence was: "How is your recovery?"
Lin Xun said, "You can go."
Doctor: "Does it hurt when you walk?"
"No." Lin Xun: "It only hurts when you have a special angle."
"It's recovering quickly," the doctor said, "but you still have to be careful, don't run, don't jump, don't climb stairs, don't kneel, and pay attention to the severity."
The first three can still be understood, why do you mention kneeling
As soon as Lin Xun's doubts came out, he realized that the doctor's eyes were not looking at him, but Dongjun.
Lin Xun: "."
Dong Jun couldn't see the expression in his eyes, and said lightly: "Okay."
The doctor took them inside.
On the way here, Lin Xun had already learned the purpose of this trip from Dongjun's mouth.
It was the doctor who bought this private manor. It was inevitable to invite a few close friends to get together.
Therefore, Dong Jun and the doctor are good friends—although Lin Xun doesn’t know how the rumored man with extremely simple social relations can have a relationship with the doctor, but he understands that their bourgeois way of making friends is not the same as his own. .
When Dongjun mentioned the doctor on the road, he also introduced the doctor as a person.
The doctor is a doctor with lofty ideals, received the top education, and then returned to China to join the busiest hospital, determined to save all sentient beings.
But he failed to realize his wish, because he was very sensitive and his ability to empathize was so strong that to the extent that he and the patient had a comorbidity, if the patient had a headache, he would also have a headache, and if the patient had a pain in the liver, his liver would also ache. So he was uncomfortable every day—he had to suspect that he had various diseases, and instead of becoming a walking Hippocrates, he became a walking menstrual disease.
When he was in the internal medicine department, he suspected that he had parasites. After he went to the department of economics, he began to think that he had a tumor in his head. Not to mention that there are still many intractable diseases in the world that have not been overcome by medicine, and he lives in endless doubts.
Later, the man finally subsided for a few years because he went to the obstetrics and gynecology department.
After the hypochondriasis stopped, he could realize his childhood wish to be an excellent and noble doctor—if he didn't get married and have children, and then began to doubt the people around him.
In the end, he was taken home by his unbearable lover. Everyone forced him to go back to inherit the family business. To single digits, finally no longer intensive anxiety.
The doctor, who was no longer anxious, took his wife's hand and led them to sit down at the party table in the courtyard with a smile.
There were already several people on the table, and one of them, Lin Xun, was also familiar.
Dr. Simpson, the head of the famous Institute for Biological Studies.
He is a clean and polite middle-aged man, with silver hair and a pair of gray-blue eyes, very warm, as if he can see through everything.
Dongjun was introducing to him that in addition to Dr. Simpson, the others were also related to the institute.
"Nice to meet you." Dr. Simpson shook hands with Lin Xun. The Chinese tone was still a bit jerky, similar to the tone when the architecture was not completely familiar with the language.
Lin Xun: "I'm also very happy to meet you... I've read your writings."
Dr. Simpson laughed: "It's an honor."
The Simpson Institute for Biological Studies, a research institution closely related to the Galaxy, the design of "Nutshell", those miniature contacts that will sense the current on the surface of the human body are their masterpieces. At the launch of the Nutshell, Dongjun's After the speech, the doctor's speech followed. The nearly half-hundred-year-old scholar has contributed a force that cannot be ignored for the invention of the nutshell, transforming human movements into signals in the virtual world, an astonishing achievement.
The doctor sat down at the table: "I will be working with the doctor in the second half of the year. When I received the invitation yesterday, I was so excited that I didn't sleep well for a long time."
Dr. Simpson spread his hands: "Sorry, the timing of Lin recommending you to me is unfortunate."
Lin Xun frowned slightly. He heard a familiar tone, "Lin" in English. Jiji used to call him that, but in the current context, it was obviously not Lin Xun.
But the doctor looked at Dongjun and shrugged: "You seem to be busy these days."
Dong Jun looked at Lin Xun and smiled slightly: "I'm on leave."
"The news headlines these days are all filled with the dispute between Galaxy and Eagle," the doctor never stopped laughing from the beginning. "You have even taken over the lace news section, so it's a good time for you to ask for leave."
Dong Jun didn't seem to care, just said: "I have more important things."
I saw Dr. Simpson looking at Lin Xun: "Are you working together recently?"
Lin Xun nodded: "Yes."
Dr. Simpson seemed intrigued: "I'm curious about your project."
Lin Xun said, "It's an intelligent engine."
"Engine," Dr. Simpson repeated, "Engine?"
Lin Xun nodded.
"I rarely hear that term," Dr. Simpson said.
His eyes widened a little. "You're a small team, I mean—it sounds like a huge project."
"From a functional point of view, it is an intelligent system that can manage the functional interfaces within the scope of authority," Lin Xun introduced to him, "It does not have special functions, but only obtains the information that can be obtained and manages it according to certain rules. Something you can manage yourself."
The Doctor held up his phone and asked, "So what's the difference between it and my Siri?"
A very straightforward question.
Lin Xun said, "It doesn't need instructions."
"o," the doctor sighed, "can I understand the engine as the brain?"
Lin Xun: "It's true."
Dr. Simpson pondered, and said, "But we all know that artificial intelligence has been a hoax until now."
Several others smiled.
Lin Xun also smiled: "Yes."
Dr. Simpson said, "Is your Lowe also a… a hoax consisting of a large statistical effort?"
"I don't know," Lin Xun said, "but as a person who understands its composition, I think it is smarter than other intelligent systems."
Dr. Simpson looked surprised again: "Can I see why you think so?"
Lin Xun pursed his lips, then smiled: "This may involve commercial secrets."
The doctor laughed loudly: "Then I will wait ten days."
Lin Xun: "I hope you won't be disappointed."
This conversation has come to an end, and more people came up to greet Dongjun, but they all paid attention to Lin Xun without exception, and seemed to have questions that they could not ask.
They were indeed very friendly. Lin Xun looked up at Dongjun in the interval between conversations with others, and saw that he was looking at himself very intently.
This is a very serious attitude, as if... I have been regarded as a very important person by Dong Junmu, Lin Xun thought. At least, if it was a whim to find someone who suits your tastes, and to talk about a love affair to pass the time, it would not be so formal to bring him to friends.
Neither he nor Dongjun have parents, it seems that the highest standard of approval is to meet friends.
However, although they were all friendly, they still had some headaches after a fight—Lin Xun had not experienced such intensive social interaction for a long time.
Dong Jun probably knew this, and told the doctor, Lin Xun and I went into the room to have a look.
The doctor gladly said yes, and then asked if the housekeeper wanted to lead it. The structure of the house is a bit complicated and you will get lost.
Said, and said, oh, no need, your memories are generally in the category of human flesh cameras.
The two of them went in.
The style of the whole building has been transformed, very artistic, with large areas of white, irregular lines and geometric shapes, something hanging from the ceiling, and the decorative flowers are very abstract, so Lin Xun can barely appreciate one-tenth of it.
But his main purpose is not to appreciate. He just wanted to be quiet.
He felt that Dongjun also wanted to be quiet, after all, the man is the flower of Gao Ling, not a courtesan.
So he lay for a while in front of the lawn, by the railing behind the glass house.
Dongjun: "Not happy?"
Lin Xun turned to face him: "I'm a little... confused."
The snow-white curtains were blown up by the wind, and the very light texture, like large clouds scattered in the sky, rushed between him and Dongjun. Dongjun pushed them aside and said, "Are you thinking about what Dr. Simpson said?"
"Yeah." Lin Xun folded his arms and looked at Dong Jun's shirt collar - in fact, he was just looking for the focus of his eyes.
"I think the doctor's words are important. How can I prove that Lowe is not a hoax by another large statistical work?"
Artificial intelligence is approximately equal to statistics, which is a well-known principle in the industry.
You say "hello" to the artificial intelligence, and it will reply "hello", not because it has learned human language, but because in the database it includes, when faced with a "hello", it will never say "hello". Most people will reply "hello", so it follows the statistical law and also answers "hello".
Dongjun didn't speak, Lin Xun continued: "I'm sure it's better than the artificial intelligence I'm using now, but this is because I'm good at math, and I've written more free algorithms. But in essence, everyone's principle It's all similar. Luo Neng talks to me, he has his own speaking style, but that's what he picked out in his database with that style in mind. He's still not as autonomous as a human being."
He asked Dongjun, "What do you think?"
Dongjun: "I think your language is not very good."
Lin Xun: "..."
"I believe you can understand," he said sincerely.
"In a sense, your question does not need to be considered." Dongjun pondered for a while, then said, "Aren't we also a statistical tool?"
Yes.
When a person is born, he is blank. Ears and eyes are his receivers, he accepts all information from the outside world, learns from these information, and gradually becomes a person in a social sense.
The same goes for AI learning from massive datasets.
"But what is it that drives us to learn?" Lin Xun said: "Or I put it another way. When I know that I like you, I will say 'I love you', and computers can do this too. . But what is that thing that drives me to like you, and how do I write it out with formulas and algorithms?"
"I've never thought about this before, but I'll think more about it after being with you." He lowered his voice: "Suppose I'm an artificial intelligence created by imitating humans, and I have an 'enable' module, There is an order in it called 'find a love object'. Then, I gradually improved a standard through statistics and learning in the process of growing up: I can write code, look good, and then I met Dongjun, and Dongjun met my current standard , and then the program was set off, and I fell in love with him."
Dongjun raised his eyebrows.
Lin Xun concluded: "Although it is feasible, don't you think it's ridiculous."
"According to this logic, if you want to realize human feelings in artificial intelligence," Dong Jundao, "you need to write a lot of commands into the energy module, 'find friends', 'establish relationships with relatives', 'establish ideals in life' such as."
Lin Xun continued: "Then these commands are executed at the same time, as long as what you write is good enough, it can live like a normal person, and no one can see that he is an artificial intelligence. I can't prove that I am not. AI, and you can't prove you're not an AI."
He was listless: "But it's ugly and has no soul."
"I don't know if what you want to do can be achieved, but I have an intuition." Dongjun said.
Lin Xun looked up at him: "What is it?"
"If it is to create a soul for artificial intelligence," Dong Jun's eyes were quiet, and his tone seemed to be very determined, "its calculation will not be very complicated."
Lin Xun was also quiet.
For their part, many intuitions are correct.
"Yes." He said, "If the soul can be turned into a formula, it must not be a complicated set of step-by-step procedures. It may even be very simple, but I can't find it now."
Lin Xun said: "I feel very uncomfortable."
Dongjun's hand stroked his hair, which seemed to be a soothing gesture.
"But you have raised a meaningful question," Dongjun said in a serious tone, "One morning in 2027, computer scientist Lin Xun proposed the concept of 'soul formula', which has become the core issue of strong artificial intelligence research, for... "
Lin Xun: "Your tone is not formal enough to make it into a textbook."
"Then lower the standard, popular science books." Dongjun said: "My language is not good."
Lin Xun blinked: "Then let's call it the DL formula. I already thought of the name, and there's only one formula left."
Dongjun: "The LD formula is better, and I have nothing to contribute."
Lin Xun: "No, you think, in fact, if I didn't know you, I wouldn't worry about what you like about me, and I wouldn't have nothing to do to think about the soul."
Dongjun: "Why do you struggle with this issue?"
Lin Xun: "Isn't it worth worrying about?"
Dongjun: "Then what is the result of your entanglement?"
Lin Xun thought for a while: "I can't think of it, maybe I'm cute."
He looked at Dongjun and found that he made the man laugh again.
Lin Xun was expressionless.
"It's really cute that you found a problem but couldn't solve it." Dongjun said.
Lin Xun: "You built your happiness on my pain."
Dongjun: "I can also build my happiness on your happiness."
Lin Xun: "Without the formula, I can't be happy anymore."
"No." Lin Xun suddenly frowned and said slowly.
Dongjun: "Huh?"
Lin Xun: "We went off topic."
"I'm talking to you about technical issues," Lin Xun said. "I'm not here to talk about love."
Dongjun: "You go off topic first."
Lin Xun: "It's you first."
Dong Jun was silent for a second and said, "Go back."
"Okay," Lin Xun said, "Then it's called the DL formula."
Dongjun: "LD formula is more suitable."
Lin Xun smiled: "Look, that's where the off-topic started."
Dongjun: "I think it's your next sentence."
Lin Xun: "Impossible, it's because of your sentence that I will say the next sentence."
Dongjun: "Similarly, my LD is also because you said DL."
"Isn't the root cause of my saying DL because of Dongjun? Dongjun, D."
"You think of Dongjun subjectively," Dongjun said, "this is the root cause of the digression."
silence.
A brief silence.
Dongjun said, "Have you found the problem?"
Lin Xun: "I found it."
Lin Xun: "We still haven't gotten back to the point."
Dongjun: "How do you plan to solve it?"
Lin Xun: "Let's break up."
Dongjun: "Ten minutes."
Lin Xun: "Twenty minutes, I don't think this question is easy."
Dongjun: "Can you solve it all in twenty minutes?"
Lin Xun: "Actually this is impossible."
Dongjun smiled slightly.
"Are you tired?" he said, "sit down and think slowly."
So Lin Xun was placed on the sofa beside him, and he didn't walk over by himself.
The tips of his ears were a little hot.
This person, after breaking up, has to be hugged.