Xie Junping's luxury car was speeding on the high-speed magnetic track, and one Phantom was blocked. For a rich kid like him, it just gave the other collections in the garage a chance to be exposed.
Outside the car window, you can see the night-filled Xiacheng City. It is the rush hour after get off work, but congestion is rare in the city.
Over the past decades, billions of tons of soil, steel, and other special materials have been used to build a magnificent metropolis in accordance with human will. More than 200 million people were crammed into the limited land. But it can still operate efficiently.
Just like transportation, from the ground to the high altitude, Xia City has arranged twenty traffic layers to divert various means of transportation counted in "hundred million". Even during the most intensive traffic hours, it only takes about 20 minutes to cover the 40 kilometers.
Xie Junping volunteered to take Ronan home, so Ronan was happy and relaxed. He took this time to get familiar with the newly purchased paper-like soft screen, mainly the feel of the screen and the electronic pen.
As for other configurations, it makes no sense at all. When the "external neurons" penetrated into it and connected to the battery module, a familiar interface that had not changed for five years appeared in front of him.
However, the gear icon that still existed in the laboratory has disappeared, showing that the special software and hardware foundation still has a certain impact on "external neurons".
Ronan rubbed his fingers over the original gear icon twice, and then opened the long-lost drawing software.
Placed at the top of the software interface is still the image of the burning demon, and it still looks hideous and terrifying. However, after seeing the simple and abstract lines of the "Magic Talisman", Ronan felt that this sketch was really unsightly and full of errors and awkwardnesses.
Shaking his head, he deleted the sketch of the demon directly, and the one depicting the door of the nightclub earlier was naturally added.
"Hey, hey, let's delete this one too and replace it with something better looking."
Xie Junping turned around at this moment and saw that Ronan had deleted a picture, but did not see the content clearly. [ㄨ]But he knew the next thing very well, and he immediately started shouting.
Ronan glanced at him and said lukewarmly: "Be careful while driving."
"This is a high-speed magnetic track. How should I drive?" Xie Junping put his hands on the steering wheel, but received a warning from the on-board brain, telling him to enter the transition area before adjusting the magnetic track to avoid rear-end collisions with the cars ahead and behind him.
Xie Junping looked innocent.
Ronan was too lazy to pay attention to him, created a blank page on the drawing software, and then started writing.
Xie Junping came over and saw Ronan using an electronic pen to draw a blurry background shadow, which was vaguely the internal layout of the "Gear". Just when he was excited, he was suddenly dumbfounded: "Who is he... that black-faced bodyguard?" ? Why did you draw him?"
"I've seen it before."
Ronan roughly sketched the outline of the black-faced bodyguard and wanted to add a few fine strokes, but he hesitated. For him, this is a relatively rare situation.
Xie Junping was still a little angry: "Who is he?"
"What I saw on the Lanshan ship yesterday was probably Quantum Company's... Burner."
"Burner!" Xie Junping's chin hit his shoulder.
"should be."
On the warship at that time, it was this black-faced man, dragging Quantum Company's dark blue Walker outer armor, and sailed past Ronan. The two sides had an eye contact, and the black-faced man sealed his outer armor as if to prevent thieves. The process was not a pleasant one.
Xie Junping broke out in a cold sweat. It seemed that when he was making an impassioned speech, he had an eye conflict with the black-faced man? If the other party slaps him, his newly upgraded mouth may be broken directly...
In contrast, Quantum's deterrence is not so direct.
Regarding Xie Junping's performance, Ronan just shook his head, turned the page, and wrote again. This time it was really Xie Junping's image.
Even though it was an obvious gift, Ronan did not deliberately add any ink. The image was clearly revealed with just a few strokes.
This man was arm-in-arms with others, and at the same time he was waving his arms, which seemed excited, angry, and a little crazy. However, the arms around his neck and the shadows on his flanks made this somewhat out-of-control movement look like a guardian. proudly.
Xie Junping was still yelling "How can I be so crazy" at first, but after seeing the overall composition, he became more and more happy until he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear and was extremely satisfied.
There was only one dissatisfaction in the end: "That's you on the side, why don't you draw it?"
"I'm not good at self-portraits."
Ronan simply responded, then passed the picture over, and he didn't care what Xie Junping did with it.
Next, Ronan selected the two newly drawn sketches and the previously accumulated batch at the same time, long pressed on the screen for a few seconds, and the second layer of the drawing software opened with the real appearance.
Yesterday in the warship confinement room, he tried it and failed. Today he changed the machine and everything went smoothly.
The main body of the second layer interface is the regular tetrahedron on the title page of my grandfather's notebook. However, it does not inscribe or circumscribe the sphere. Instead, it is divided into four flat shapes, roughly divided into five layers with the same height, just on the gray background. spinning in it.
Xie Junping's eyes moved over, a little curious:
"Maslow?"
This interface does look very close to the classic Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs diagram. This theory arranges human needs into five levels like a ladder from low to high, from basic to complex.
As long as you have a little common sense in sociology and psychology, you will be familiar with this classic theory and related graphics of the last century.
Xie Junping pointed: "From bottom to top, physiological, safety, social, respect and self-realization?"
"It's students, clerks, technicians, clergy and politicians."
"So vulgar... I mean these professions can be arranged in a ladder?"
Ronan did not explain. At this time, the dozen or so sketches he selected were all moved into the closed space of the tetrahedron. There were at least hundreds of works of the same type scattered around inside.
In the closed space, all the sketches are reduced in proportion. As new sketches enter, they start to flip up and down. It looks like a wonderful playing card, which is repeatedly shuffled and rearranged driven by the software.
After a few seconds, the positions of hundreds of works in the "Shuffler" were determined. Most of them are on the bottom two floors, and occasionally there is a third floor, but the fourth and fifth floors are all blank.
"Can it be used as a tarot card? A fortune teller? Which company made this software?" Xie Junping was attracted by the wonderful changes in the interface. He was filled with questions. At the same time, he opened his eyes wide and tried hard to find his own images.
"It must be my father's work."
“…”
Xie Junping immediately became honest. He now had a rough idea of Ronan's temper and knew that as long as it was related to his "father", Ronan would definitely not be in a good mood.
For the rest of the journey, Ronan was much quieter. At about 7:15, the car arrived at the Blue Bay community, which was later than the usual time to arrive home.
Saying goodbye to Xie Junping, Ronan walked into the community, and soon there was a "scratching" noise above his head. The familiar rhythm showed that it was "Ink" saying hello.
Ronan walked into the apartment building elevator without looking up. After selecting a floor, I opened my laptop again and stared at the special second-layer interface on the paper-like soft screen in a daze, then sneered.
That coward will always shrink his head even if he declares his existence.
The drawing software is like this;
External neurons are like this;
Tree hole space...is that so
Ronan didn't know, but the burning pain in his heart was very clear!
The elevator reached the floor and the metal door opened. Ronan closed his notebook with a snap and strode out. The home intelligence senses his presence and opens the main door after confirmation.
Ronan stepped in, but was slightly startled.
The lights were on in the living room, and a middle-aged lady was sitting on the sofa, handling affairs through her bracelet. When she heard the door, she raised her head and looked straight at her, expressionless.