Switzerland.
To be honest, he was quite excited.
As for why he appears here...
"You didn't answer my previous question," Sarote closed the paper in his hand and looked at him and continued, "So, what does this have to do with me?"
What he needs to do now is to carefully study the huge amount of information in that paper, and then wait for Dr. Z's email and phone number to appear in his mailbox.
To be honest, he was quite excited.
"I sincerely extend an invitation to you, my old friend... do you want to join us?"
"But there are medicine prizes and chemistry prizes! Think about it, Miel and his friend Sarote... and Dr. Z's research results, which promote the research of biological neural networks and the connection between nervous systems and computer systems. He has made outstanding contributions and is hereby awarded the Nobel Prize in Chemistry... Considering that Dr. Z mostly wishes to remain anonymous, the prize money will be divided equally between us."
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Neural Network Science Research Center.
Just when he was hesitating to call his old friend, an enthusiastic voice came to him from the side of the hall corridor.
As a dark corner that is not included in the databases of major search engines, this forum, with a total of less than 10,000 active users worldwide, serves as a trade distribution center on the Internet.
"Yes, the Nobel Prize! This is a research result that is definitely promising to touch the Nobel Prize medal! Its greatness is no less great than von Neumann's influence on computers..."
Fortunately, his mentor cheated him and helped him get a lecturer's position to some extent. And Sarote himself was not a fuel-saving lamp. He did not stay in Cornell University to engage in academic work, but ran away. In the Silicon Valley on the West Coast, by pretending to be a professor at Cornell University, they managed to get an investment to solve the funding problem, and even built a laboratory of their own in Silicon Valley... Although it was eventually acquired by Lu Zhou .
Trying to match this face with the name in his memory, Sarote suppressed his curiosity about what happened to this guy in the past few years, held his right hand and shook it.
Sarote, who was standing in the hall and looking around, looked a little unnaturally embarrassed.
Without any hesitation, he ran to the computer desk and sat down, opened the browser, entered a line of URL, and then hit Enter.
To be honest, he was quite excited.
"… I will think about it."
"Welcome! My old friend, you are finally here! I have been waiting for you for a long time."
This kind of embarrassment is not only because the word "nerve" combined with a group of people in white coats is a bit dazzling, but also because his whole temperament is incompatible with this place.
The name sounds quite interesting.
He was moved by the olive branch he extended.
While listening to Miel's words, Sarote flipped through the paper in his hand, frowning and thinking.
Just two days ago, when he was traveling from Amsterdam to Geneva to attend an academic conference, he suddenly received a call from an old friend he had not contacted for more than thirty years, saying that he planned to show him something amazing.
Sure enough, when he followed Professor Miel to an office and watched him pick up a stack of papers that were still warm to the touch from the corner of the table, Sarote was stunned for a moment and then became angry.
"Is this what you want me to see?"
As for why he appears here...
However, the experience of being called by the FBI had made him completely disappointed with that country, and he turned down the offer without much thought.
"The key is that you can't win the Nobel Prize with this paper alone, even the Turing Award is a little bit worse. But it provides a possibility of winning in the direction of biological neural networks! Do you understand what I mean? ?The only principle of the Nobel Prize is the size of the achievement, and our biggest headache now is that the key issues have not been solved. The entire research is stuck at the bottleneck and cannot produce outstanding results."
"...Does it mean that things in science fiction movies can become reality? I remember it was called Ready Player One."
This is a long story.
Why did he lose in terms of momentum
As for now, he has long since changed his ways and no longer does those things.
But the problem is...
He was a little blinded by this situation, especially when the word Nobel Prize was thrown out by this guy, which instantly caused his entire attention to be diverted.
As for why he appears here...
After leaving the United States and returning to his hometown in the Netherlands in frustration, Sarote put aside his impetuous pursuit of fame and fortune and conducted various researches with a semi-reclusive mentality. Relying on the experience he accumulated while working with Professor Lu , on the contrary, he has made a series of outstanding achievements in the field of graphene, and has become an outstanding person in the industry who can at least remember his name.
"Isn't it the same for you? You gave up computers and jumped into materials science, which is bigger than biology."
When he was done, a smile appeared on his face, he quickly turned off the computer and leaned back in his chair.
Although the academic world in Europe is filled with a stale atmosphere, and it is increasingly rare to see young fresh blood coming in, from his personal experience, it is still a good place to engage in academic research.
Later, Cornell University sent him emails twice, promising US$30 million.
What he needs to do now is to carefully study the huge amount of information in that paper, and then wait for Dr. Z's email and phone number to appear in his mailbox.
After releasing the information about investigating Dr. Z's email and phone number, Professor Mier endured the pain and paid a bit.
Such a result was unexpected even for him, so when all kinds of awards and offers came to him, he was actually a little overwhelmed for a while.
Sarote: "Nobel seems not to calculate the prize."
Trying to match this face with the name in his memory, Sarote suppressed his curiosity about what happened to this guy in the past few years, held his right hand and shook it.
Later, Cornell University sent him emails twice, promising US$30 million.
The name sounds quite interesting.
Later, Cornell University sent him emails twice, promising US$30 million.
Fortunately, his mentor cheated him and helped him get a lecturer's position to some extent. And Sarote himself was not a fuel-saving lamp. He did not stay in Cornell University to engage in academic work, but ran away. In the Silicon Valley on the West Coast, by pretending to be a professor at Cornell University, they managed to get an investment to solve the funding problem, and even built a laboratory of their own in Silicon Valley... Although it was eventually acquired by Lu Zhou .
"Nice to meet you. Speaking of which... we haven't seen each other for decades, right?"
It’s just that he doesn’t know if it’s his illusion or something else, but Sarote always feels that he smells a familiar smell in this old classmate of Miel’s...
However, the experience of being called by the FBI had made him completely disappointed with that country, and he turned down the offer without much thought.
Just when he was hesitating to call his old friend, an enthusiastic voice came to him from the side of the hall corridor.
When they were studying at the University of Amsterdam, both of them majored in information engineering. Later, after Sarote was promoted to a master's degree, he transferred to Cornell University in the United States, where he met his cheating mentor, and finally became a material dog inexplicably.
While it may be rude to do so, it's all in the name of science.
"Compilation Framework for Conversion of Neural Signals and Electrical Signals"
While listening to Miel's words, Sarote flipped through the paper in his hand, frowning and thinking.
Even though Dr. Z never leaves his contact information on the Internet and never responds to questions in the paper, in a place like the dark web where there are so many experts, there should be nothing that hackers can't do.
"You didn't answer my previous question," Sarote closed the paper in his hand and looked at him and continued, "So, what does this have to do with me?"
Although the academic world in Europe is filled with a stale atmosphere, and it is increasingly rare to see young fresh blood coming in, from his personal experience, it is still a good place to engage in academic research.
As a dark corner that is not included in the databases of major search engines, this forum, with a total of less than 10,000 active users worldwide, serves as a trade distribution center on the Internet.
Sarote: "Nobel seems not to calculate the prize."
Although his old friend did not agree directly, his expression clearly revealed his inner activities...
He is exactly the same as he was a few years ago.
Neural Network Science Research Center.
"I sincerely extend an invitation to you, my old friend... do you want to join us?"
After Professor Sarote left, Professor Miel paced back and forth in the laboratory excitedly.
Just two days ago, when he was traveling from Amsterdam to Geneva to attend an academic conference, he suddenly received a call from an old friend he had not contacted for more than thirty years, saying that he planned to show him something amazing.
"But the author of this paper is... Dr. Z. What does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with me?"
"...Does it mean that things in science fiction movies can become reality? I remember it was called Ready Player One."
When they were studying at the University of Amsterdam, both of them majored in information engineering. Later, after Sarote was promoted to a master's degree, he transferred to Cornell University in the United States, where he met his cheating mentor, and finally became a material dog inexplicably.
So, he is standing here now.
"But you..."
After leaving the United States and returning to his hometown in the Netherlands in frustration, Sarote put aside his impetuous pursuit of fame and fortune and conducted various researches with a semi-reclusive mentality. Relying on the experience he accumulated while working with Professor Lu , on the contrary, he has made a series of outstanding achievements in the field of graphene, and has become an outstanding person in the industry who can at least remember his name.
While it may be rude to do so, it's all in the name of science.
Besides, who is not like this
The name sounds quite interesting.
Just when he was hesitating to call his old friend, an enthusiastic voice came to him from the side of the hall corridor.
It’s just that he doesn’t know if it’s his illusion or something else, but Sarote always feels that he smells a familiar smell in this old classmate of Miel’s...
"But the author of this paper is... Dr. Z. What does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with me?"
Professor Miel said in an exaggerated tone as if he was not affected by the anger that flew with the spittle at all.
"Welcome! My old friend, you are finally here! I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Sarote's eyebrows twitched and he coughed slightly.
If it was Dr. Z who once solved the bacterial crisis on Mars, the content should not be ordinary.
So, he is standing here now.
"Me too, life is always full of all kinds of accidents. But thanks to computer science being my first major, it gives me a divine help when studying topics related to neural networks..." He took a photo with a smile. With his old friend's arm, Miel made an invitation gesture to him, "Stop chatting and come with me. I told you that I will show you something amazing."
Sarote looked towards the direction where the sound came from, and saw an old man who was as fat as if he was pregnant for ten months and had almost lost all his hair. He was approaching him with a smile on his face and stretched out his right hand. .
Sarote: "Nobel seems not to calculate the prize."
"...Does it mean that things in science fiction movies can become reality? I remember it was called Ready Player One."
Mier said seriously: "Do you believe this is a technology that will change the world?"
Trying to match this face with the name in his memory, Sarote suppressed his curiosity about what happened to this guy in the past few years, held his right hand and shook it.
Mier said seriously: "Do you believe this is a technology that will change the world?"
This time Sarote was silent.
But the problem is...
He is just a materials scientist studying graphene.
"The key is that you can't win the Nobel Prize with this paper alone, even the Turing Award is a little bit worse. But it provides a possibility of winning in the direction of biological neural networks! Do you understand what I mean? ?The only principle of the Nobel Prize is the size of the achievement, and our biggest headache now is that the key issues have not been solved. The entire research is stuck at the bottleneck and cannot produce outstanding results."
…
"Nice to meet you. Speaking of which... we haven't seen each other for decades, right?"
"Thirty-seven years to be exact." Professor Mier's memory was as good as ever, just like when he was a student. Professor Mier smiled heartily, let go of his hand and continued, "It seems that I started to study biology. When we were studying, it was difficult for us to see each other.”
Even though Dr. Z never leaves his contact information on the Internet and never responds to questions in the paper, in a place like the dark web where there are so many experts, there should be nothing that hackers can't do.
Just two days ago, when he was traveling from Amsterdam to Geneva to attend an academic conference, he suddenly received a call from an old friend he had not contacted for more than thirty years, saying that he planned to show him something amazing.
After interrupting this guy's mouth full of farts, Sarote pinched his sore eyebrows and spoke.
"Oh, my friend, you don't know how sensational this paper is recently in the biological community... especially in the direction of our neural network research!"
"Thirty-seven years to be exact." Professor Mier's memory was as good as ever, just like when he was a student. Professor Mier smiled heartily, let go of his hand and continued, "It seems that I started to study biology. When we were studying, it was difficult for us to see each other.”
While listening to Miel's words, Sarote flipped through the paper in his hand, frowning and thinking.
"The key is that you can't win the Nobel Prize with this paper alone, even the Turing Award is a little bit worse. But it provides a possibility of winning in the direction of biological neural networks! Do you understand what I mean? ?The only principle of the Nobel Prize is the size of the achievement, and our biggest headache now is that the key issues have not been solved. The entire research is stuck at the bottleneck and cannot produce outstanding results."
After leaving the United States and returning to his hometown in the Netherlands in frustration, Sarote put aside his impetuous pursuit of fame and fortune and conducted various researches with a semi-reclusive mentality. Relying on the experience he accumulated while working with Professor Lu , on the contrary, he has made a series of outstanding achievements in the field of graphene, and has become an outstanding person in the industry who can at least remember his name.
What does this have to do with him
Although the academic world in Europe is filled with a stale atmosphere, and it is increasingly rare to see young fresh blood coming in, from his personal experience, it is still a good place to engage in academic research.
An idea suddenly popped up in his head. Professor Miel's eyes suddenly lit up and he snapped his fingers.
Sarote: "...Actually, I have never quite understood your operation. You gave up a promising subject."
After interrupting this guy's mouth full of farts, Sarote pinched his sore eyebrows and spoke.
Sure enough, when he followed Professor Miel to an office and watched him pick up a stack of papers that were still warm to the touch from the corner of the table, Sarote was stunned for a moment and then became angry.
Sarote's eyebrows twitched and he coughed slightly.
"Isn't it the same for you? You gave up computers and jumped into materials science, which is bigger than biology."
As for now, he has long since changed his ways and no longer does those things.
Without any hesitation, he ran to the computer desk and sat down, opened the browser, entered a line of URL, and then hit Enter.
After releasing the information about investigating Dr. Z's email and phone number, Professor Mier endured the pain and paid a bit.
Besides, who is not like this
But the problem is...
Sarote's eyebrows twitched and he coughed slightly.
As a dark corner that is not included in the databases of major search engines, this forum, with a total of less than 10,000 active users worldwide, serves as a trade distribution center on the Internet.
Just two days ago, when he was traveling from Amsterdam to Geneva to attend an academic conference, he suddenly received a call from an old friend he had not contacted for more than thirty years, saying that he planned to show him something amazing.
He is exactly the same as he was a few years ago.
"It's full of all kinds of surprises... and I found that materials science is more suitable for me than computers."
What does this have to do with him
After interrupting this guy's mouth full of farts, Sarote pinched his sore eyebrows and spoke.
After releasing the information about investigating Dr. Z's email and phone number, Professor Mier endured the pain and paid a bit.
"But there are medicine prizes and chemistry prizes! Think about it, Miel and his friend Sarote... and Dr. Z's research results, which promote the research of biological neural networks and the connection between nervous systems and computer systems. He has made outstanding contributions and is hereby awarded the Nobel Prize in Chemistry... Considering that Dr. Z mostly wishes to remain anonymous, the prize money will be divided equally between us."
"Enough! Let's discuss those so-called 'buts' after we win the Nobel Prize."
Although it has been far away from fame and fortune, the Nobel Prize, the medal that symbolizes the highest honor in academia...
Sarote: "I mean, you asked me to take a train from Geneva for an hour to come to you just to show me a paper that I can download just by logging on to Arxiv?"
Professor Miel said in an exaggerated tone as if he was not affected by the anger that flew with the spittle at all.
"Me too, life is always full of all kinds of accidents. But thanks to computer science being my first major, it gives me a divine help when studying topics related to neural networks..." He took a photo with a smile. With his old friend's arm, Miel made an invitation gesture to him, "Stop chatting and come with me. I told you that I will show you something amazing."
Fortunately, his mentor cheated him and helped him get a lecturer's position to some extent. And Sarote himself was not a fuel-saving lamp. He did not stay in Cornell University to engage in academic work, but ran away. In the Silicon Valley on the West Coast, by pretending to be a professor at Cornell University, they managed to get an investment to solve the funding problem, and even built a laboratory of their own in Silicon Valley... Although it was eventually acquired by Lu Zhou .
Professor Miel said in an exaggerated tone as if he was not affected by the anger that flew with the spittle at all.
"Oh, my friend, you don't know how sensational this paper is recently in the biological community... especially in the direction of our neural network research!"
Fortunately, his mentor cheated him and helped him get a lecturer's position to some extent. And Sarote himself was not a fuel-saving lamp. He did not stay in Cornell University to engage in academic work, but ran away. In the Silicon Valley on the West Coast, by pretending to be a professor at Cornell University, they managed to get an investment to solve the funding problem, and even built a laboratory of their own in Silicon Valley... Although it was eventually acquired by Lu Zhou .
Such a result was unexpected even for him, so when all kinds of awards and offers came to him, he was actually a little overwhelmed for a while.
Trying to match this face with the name in his memory, Sarote suppressed his curiosity about what happened to this guy in the past few years, held his right hand and shook it.
This time Sarote was silent.
When they were studying at the University of Amsterdam, both of them majored in information engineering. Later, after Sarote was promoted to a master's degree, he transferred to Cornell University in the United States, where he met his cheating mentor, and finally became a material dog inexplicably.
"Welcome! My old friend, you are finally here! I have been waiting for you for a long time."
The name sounds quite interesting.
Sarote: "...Actually, I have never quite understood your operation. You gave up a promising subject."
Sarote: "Nobel seems not to calculate the prize."
After releasing the information about investigating Dr. Z's email and phone number, Professor Mier endured the pain and paid a bit.
Wait, isn't it me who should be angry
Fortunately, his mentor cheated him and helped him get a lecturer's position to some extent. And Sarote himself was not a fuel-saving lamp. He did not stay in Cornell University to engage in academic work, but ran away. In the Silicon Valley on the West Coast, by pretending to be a professor at Cornell University, they managed to get an investment to solve the funding problem, and even built a laboratory of their own in Silicon Valley... Although it was eventually acquired by Lu Zhou .
This kind of embarrassment is not only because the word "nerve" combined with a group of people in white coats is a bit dazzling, but also because his whole temperament is incompatible with this place.
"But let's get to the point!" Professor Mier, who forcibly stunned Sarote with his momentum, pointed to the paper in his hand, "Listen, we are scholars, let's ignore these trivial things. Isn't the key to the problem The paper itself?”
"This paper gives a brand-new explanation of the formation process of factors such as signal transmission and vision in biological neural networks, and proposes a programmatic compilation framework for the mutual conversion of neural signals and electrical signals. This work is absolutely It’s groundbreaking, and do you know what this technology will mean once it’s completed?”
"Nice to meet you. Speaking of which... we haven't seen each other for decades, right?"
He admitted that in the past he did like to talk nonsense, exaggerate on trivial issues, and take advantage of loopholes in the rules, but many times he did so out of necessity.
"The key is that you can't win the Nobel Prize with this paper alone, even the Turing Award is a little bit worse. But it provides a possibility of winning in the direction of biological neural networks! Do you understand what I mean? ?The only principle of the Nobel Prize is the size of the achievement, and our biggest headache now is that the key issues have not been solved. The entire research is stuck at the bottleneck and cannot produce outstanding results."
Even though Dr. Z never leaves his contact information on the Internet and never responds to questions in the paper, in a place like the dark web where there are so many experts, there should be nothing that hackers can't do.
Besides, who is not like this
So, he is standing here now.
It’s just that he doesn’t know if it’s his illusion or something else, but Sarote always feels that he smells a familiar smell in this old classmate of Miel’s...
When he was done, a smile appeared on his face, he quickly turned off the computer and leaned back in his chair.
Besides, who is not like this
As for now, he has long since changed his ways and no longer does those things.
While it may be rude to do so, it's all in the name of science.
"The key is that you can't win the Nobel Prize with this paper alone, even the Turing Award is a little bit worse. But it provides a possibility of winning in the direction of biological neural networks! Do you understand what I mean? ?The only principle of the Nobel Prize is the size of the achievement, and our biggest headache now is that the key issues have not been solved. The entire research is stuck at the bottleneck and cannot produce outstanding results."
An idea suddenly popped up in his head. Professor Miel's eyes suddenly lit up and he snapped his fingers.
This kind of embarrassment is not only because the word "nerve" combined with a group of people in white coats is a bit dazzling, but also because his whole temperament is incompatible with this place.
After hearing this, Professor Miel finally showed a smile on his face.
To be honest, he was quite excited.
An idea suddenly popped up in his head. Professor Miel's eyes suddenly lit up and he snapped his fingers.
It’s just that he doesn’t know if it’s his illusion or something else, but Sarote always feels that he smells a familiar smell in this old classmate of Miel’s...
He was a little blinded by this situation, especially when the word Nobel Prize was thrown out by this guy, which instantly caused his entire attention to be diverted.
After interrupting this guy's mouth full of farts, Sarote pinched his sore eyebrows and spoke.
While it may be rude to do so, it's all in the name of science.
"Thirty-seven years to be exact." Professor Mier's memory was as good as ever, just like when he was a student. Professor Mier smiled heartily, let go of his hand and continued, "It seems that I started to study biology. When we were studying, it was difficult for us to see each other.”
He is exactly the same as he was a few years ago.
As for now, he has long since changed his ways and no longer does those things.
So, he is standing here now.
"Welcome! My old friend, you are finally here! I have been waiting for you for a long time."
When he was done, a smile appeared on his face, he quickly turned off the computer and leaned back in his chair.
Just two days ago, when he was traveling from Amsterdam to Geneva to attend an academic conference, he suddenly received a call from an old friend he had not contacted for more than thirty years, saying that he planned to show him something amazing.
"You didn't answer my previous question," Sarote closed the paper in his hand and looked at him and continued, "So, what does this have to do with me?"
Sure enough, when he followed Professor Miel to an office and watched him pick up a stack of papers that were still warm to the touch from the corner of the table, Sarote was stunned for a moment and then became angry.
However, the experience of being called by the FBI had made him completely disappointed with that country, and he turned down the offer without much thought.
"It's full of all kinds of surprises... and I found that materials science is more suitable for me than computers."
Switzerland.
"Is this what you want me to see?"
Although the academic world in Europe is filled with a stale atmosphere, and it is increasingly rare to see young fresh blood coming in, from his personal experience, it is still a good place to engage in academic research.
After hearing this, Professor Miel finally showed a smile on his face.
Sarote: "Nobel seems not to calculate the prize."
"Compilation Framework for Conversion of Neural Signals and Electrical Signals"
Sarote: "I mean, you asked me to take a train from Geneva for an hour to come to you just to show me a paper that I can download just by logging on to Arxiv?"
"Me too, life is always full of all kinds of accidents. But thanks to computer science being my first major, it gives me a divine help when studying topics related to neural networks..." He took a photo with a smile. With his old friend's arm, Miel made an invitation gesture to him, "Stop chatting and come with me. I told you that I will show you something amazing."
After interrupting this guy's mouth full of farts, Sarote pinched his sore eyebrows and spoke.
Neural Network Science Research Center.
Miel: "This is Dr. Z's thesis! You should have heard of that name, the man who once saved the world."
As for now, he has long since changed his ways and no longer does those things.
Neural Network Science Research Center.
This is part of the dark web.
Why did he lose in terms of momentum
However, the experience of being called by the FBI had made him completely disappointed with that country, and he turned down the offer without much thought.
"Compilation Framework for Conversion of Neural Signals and Electrical Signals"
An idea suddenly popped up in his head. Professor Miel's eyes suddenly lit up and he snapped his fingers.
As for now, he has long since changed his ways and no longer does those things.
Sarote: "I mean, you asked me to take a train from Geneva for an hour to come to you just to show me a paper that I can download just by logging on to Arxiv?"
To be honest, he was quite excited.
"It's full of all kinds of surprises... and I found that materials science is more suitable for me than computers."
If it was Dr. Z who once solved the bacterial crisis on Mars, the content should not be ordinary.
This is a long story.
Professor Miel said in an exaggerated tone as if he was not affected by the anger that flew with the spittle at all.
Mier said seriously: "Do you believe this is a technology that will change the world?"
"Nice to meet you. Speaking of which... we haven't seen each other for decades, right?"
"This paper gives a brand-new explanation of the formation process of factors such as signal transmission and vision in biological neural networks, and proposes a programmatic compilation framework for the mutual conversion of neural signals and electrical signals. This work is absolutely It’s groundbreaking, and do you know what this technology will mean once it’s completed?”
"This paper gives a brand-new explanation of the formation process of factors such as signal transmission and vision in biological neural networks, and proposes a programmatic compilation framework for the mutual conversion of neural signals and electrical signals. This work is absolutely It’s groundbreaking, and do you know what this technology will mean once it’s completed?”
"There should be no problem in the direction of graphene. There are already experts in neural interface materials. Let me think about what is missing... That's right!"
"Oh, my friend, you don't know how sensational this paper is recently in the biological community... especially in the direction of our neural network research!"
What he needs to do now is to carefully study the huge amount of information in that paper, and then wait for Dr. Z's email and phone number to appear in his mailbox.
Besides, who is not like this
Although it has been far away from fame and fortune, the Nobel Prize, the medal that symbolizes the highest honor in academia...
Although it has been far away from fame and fortune, the Nobel Prize, the medal that symbolizes the highest honor in academia...
Just two days ago, when he was traveling from Amsterdam to Geneva to attend an academic conference, he suddenly received a call from an old friend he had not contacted for more than thirty years, saying that he planned to show him something amazing.
…
"Welcome! My old friend, you are finally here! I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Sarote hit the nail on the head: "You have ignored the key to the problem!"
"This paper gives a brand-new explanation of the formation process of factors such as signal transmission and vision in biological neural networks, and proposes a programmatic compilation framework for the mutual conversion of neural signals and electrical signals. This work is absolutely It’s groundbreaking, and do you know what this technology will mean once it’s completed?”
"The key is that you can't win the Nobel Prize with this paper alone, even the Turing Award is a little bit worse. But it provides a possibility of winning in the direction of biological neural networks! Do you understand what I mean? ?The only principle of the Nobel Prize is the size of the achievement, and our biggest headache now is that the key issues have not been solved. The entire research is stuck at the bottleneck and cannot produce outstanding results."
Seeing the confusion in his friend's eyes, Professor Miel took the trouble to explain patiently.
"Enough! Let's discuss those so-called 'buts' after we win the Nobel Prize."
"But the author of this paper is... Dr. Z. What does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with me?"
If it was Dr. Z who once solved the bacterial crisis on Mars, the content should not be ordinary.
Switzerland.
"But let's get to the point!" Professor Mier, who forcibly stunned Sarote with his momentum, pointed to the paper in his hand, "Listen, we are scholars, let's ignore these trivial things. Isn't the key to the problem The paper itself?”
Although it has been far away from fame and fortune, the Nobel Prize, the medal that symbolizes the highest honor in academia...
"But let's get to the point!" Professor Mier, who forcibly stunned Sarote with his momentum, pointed to the paper in his hand, "Listen, we are scholars, let's ignore these trivial things. Isn't the key to the problem The paper itself?”
Sarote: "Nobel seems not to calculate the prize."
"But you..."
If it was Dr. Z who once solved the bacterial crisis on Mars, the content should not be ordinary.
Professor Miel said in an exaggerated tone as if he was not affected by the anger that flew with the spittle at all.
Fortunately, his mentor cheated him and helped him get a lecturer's position to some extent. And Sarote himself was not a fuel-saving lamp. He did not stay in Cornell University to engage in academic work, but ran away. In the Silicon Valley on the West Coast, by pretending to be a professor at Cornell University, they managed to get an investment to solve the funding problem, and even built a laboratory of their own in Silicon Valley... Although it was eventually acquired by Lu Zhou .
As for now, he has long since changed his ways and no longer does those things.
After Professor Sarote left, Professor Miel paced back and forth in the laboratory excitedly.
"But the author of this paper is... Dr. Z. What does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with me?"
"You didn't answer my previous question," Sarote closed the paper in his hand and looked at him and continued, "So, what does this have to do with me?"
"Enough! Let's discuss those so-called 'buts' after we win the Nobel Prize."
Neural Network Science Research Center.
The name sounds quite interesting.
Besides, who is not like this
However, the experience of being called by the FBI had made him completely disappointed with that country, and he turned down the offer without much thought.
Although the academic world in Europe is filled with a stale atmosphere, and it is increasingly rare to see young fresh blood coming in, from his personal experience, it is still a good place to engage in academic research.
What does this have to do with him
Professor Miel said in an exaggerated tone as if he was not affected by the anger that flew with the spittle at all.
Wait, isn't it me who should be angry
When they were studying at the University of Amsterdam, both of them majored in information engineering. Later, after Sarote was promoted to a master's degree, he transferred to Cornell University in the United States, where he met his cheating mentor, and finally became a material dog inexplicably.
Wait, isn't it me who should be angry
"The key is that you can't win the Nobel Prize with this paper alone, even the Turing Award is a little bit worse. But it provides a possibility of winning in the direction of biological neural networks! Do you understand what I mean? ?The only principle of the Nobel Prize is the size of the achievement, and our biggest headache now is that the key issues have not been solved. The entire research is stuck at the bottleneck and cannot produce outstanding results."
Miel: "This is Dr. Z's thesis! You should have heard of that name, the man who once saved the world."
"I sincerely extend an invitation to you, my old friend... do you want to join us?"
This time Sarote was silent.
Sarote's eyebrows twitched and he coughed slightly.
This time Sarote was silent.
Why did he lose in terms of momentum
"Oh, my friend, you don't know how sensational this paper is recently in the biological community... especially in the direction of our neural network research!"
Such a result was unexpected even for him, so when all kinds of awards and offers came to him, he was actually a little overwhelmed for a while.
"Thirty-seven years to be exact." Professor Mier's memory was as good as ever, just like when he was a student. Professor Mier smiled heartily, let go of his hand and continued, "It seems that I started to study biology. When we were studying, it was difficult for us to see each other.”
An idea suddenly popped up in his head. Professor Miel's eyes suddenly lit up and he snapped his fingers.
Miel: "Thank you, there's half of it! But even if it's only half, assuming this technology can really be realized, as a key figure in promoting the final result, don't you think the Nobel Prize Committee will not consider our names?"
He was a little blinded by this situation, especially when the word Nobel Prize was thrown out by this guy, which instantly caused his entire attention to be diverted.
"It's full of all kinds of surprises... and I found that materials science is more suitable for me than computers."
"Me too, life is always full of all kinds of accidents. But thanks to computer science being my first major, it gives me a divine help when studying topics related to neural networks..." He took a photo with a smile. With his old friend's arm, Miel made an invitation gesture to him, "Stop chatting and come with me. I told you that I will show you something amazing."
"...Nobel Prize?"
This kind of embarrassment is not only because the word "nerve" combined with a group of people in white coats is a bit dazzling, but also because his whole temperament is incompatible with this place.
This is part of the dark web.
As for why he appears here...
"Yes, the Nobel Prize! This is a research result that is definitely promising to touch the Nobel Prize medal! Its greatness is no less great than von Neumann's influence on computers..."
Besides, who is not like this
"Compilation Framework for Conversion of Neural Signals and Electrical Signals"
After leaving the United States and returning to his hometown in the Netherlands in frustration, Sarote put aside his impetuous pursuit of fame and fortune and conducted various researches with a semi-reclusive mentality. Relying on the experience he accumulated while working with Professor Lu , on the contrary, he has made a series of outstanding achievements in the field of graphene, and has become an outstanding person in the industry who can at least remember his name.
Sarote: "Nobel seems not to calculate the prize."
After interrupting this guy's mouth full of farts, Sarote pinched his sore eyebrows and spoke.
If it was Dr. Z who once solved the bacterial crisis on Mars, the content should not be ordinary.
Besides, who is not like this
Sure enough, when he followed Professor Miel to an office and watched him pick up a stack of papers that were still warm to the touch from the corner of the table, Sarote was stunned for a moment and then became angry.
"But the author of this paper is... Dr. Z. What does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with me?"
What he needs to do now is to carefully study the huge amount of information in that paper, and then wait for Dr. Z's email and phone number to appear in his mailbox.
This is a long story.
It’s just that he doesn’t know if it’s his illusion or something else, but Sarote always feels that he smells a familiar smell in this old classmate of Miel’s...
Sarote: "...Actually, I have never quite understood your operation. You gave up a promising subject."
After Professor Sarote left, Professor Miel paced back and forth in the laboratory excitedly.
Besides, who is not like this
"Compilation Framework for Conversion of Neural Signals and Electrical Signals"
Sarote, who was standing in the hall and looking around, looked a little unnaturally embarrassed.
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Miel: "Thank you, there's half of it! But even if it's only half, assuming this technology can really be realized, as a key figure in promoting the final result, don't you think the Nobel Prize Committee will not consider our names?"
"You didn't answer my previous question," Sarote closed the paper in his hand and looked at him and continued, "So, what does this have to do with me?"
After clearing his throat, Professor Miel extended his right hand with a solemn expression.
I believe that with his eloquence, after chatting with him for a few words, Dr. Z will definitely be moved by the conditions he proposed...
After about five minutes of silence, he spoke.
As for why he appears here...
The name sounds quite interesting.
Fortunately, his mentor cheated him and helped him get a lecturer's position to some extent. And Sarote himself was not a fuel-saving lamp. He did not stay in Cornell University to engage in academic work, but ran away. In the Silicon Valley on the West Coast, by pretending to be a professor at Cornell University, they managed to get an investment to solve the funding problem, and even built a laboratory of their own in Silicon Valley... Although it was eventually acquired by Lu Zhou .
Sarote's eyebrows twitched and he coughed slightly.
Although the academic world in Europe is filled with a stale atmosphere, and it is increasingly rare to see young fresh blood coming in, from his personal experience, it is still a good place to engage in academic research.
After about five minutes of silence, he spoke.
After Professor Sarote left, Professor Miel paced back and forth in the laboratory excitedly.
Trying to match this face with the name in his memory, Sarote suppressed his curiosity about what happened to this guy in the past few years, held his right hand and shook it.
Seeing the confusion in his friend's eyes, Professor Miel took the trouble to explain patiently.
"...Does it mean that things in science fiction movies can become reality? I remember it was called Ready Player One."
If it was Dr. Z who once solved the bacterial crisis on Mars, the content should not be ordinary.
He was moved by the olive branch he extended.
Even though Dr. Z never leaves his contact information on the Internet and never responds to questions in the paper, in a place like the dark web where there are so many experts, there should be nothing that hackers can't do.
As for why he appears here...
To be honest, he was quite excited.
Fortunately, his mentor cheated him and helped him get a lecturer's position to some extent. And Sarote himself was not a fuel-saving lamp. He did not stay in Cornell University to engage in academic work, but ran away. In the Silicon Valley on the West Coast, by pretending to be a professor at Cornell University, they managed to get an investment to solve the funding problem, and even built a laboratory of their own in Silicon Valley... Although it was eventually acquired by Lu Zhou .
Sure enough, when he followed Professor Miel to an office and watched him pick up a stack of papers that were still warm to the touch from the corner of the table, Sarote was stunned for a moment and then became angry.
But the problem is...
"But the author of this paper is... Dr. Z. What does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with me?"
Sarote, who was standing in the hall and looking around, looked a little unnaturally embarrassed.
What does this have to do with him
Just when he was hesitating to call his old friend, an enthusiastic voice came to him from the side of the hall corridor.
Neural Network Science Research Center.
Why did he lose in terms of momentum
He is just a materials scientist studying graphene.
When they were studying at the University of Amsterdam, both of them majored in information engineering. Later, after Sarote was promoted to a master's degree, he transferred to Cornell University in the United States, where he met his cheating mentor, and finally became a material dog inexplicably.
As for now, he has long since changed his ways and no longer does those things.
He admitted that in the past he did like to talk nonsense, exaggerate on trivial issues, and take advantage of loopholes in the rules, but many times he did so out of necessity.
Seeing the confusion in his friend's eyes, Professor Miel took the trouble to explain patiently.
Soon, a BBS with an antique style from the last century caught his eye.
Seeing the confusion in his friend's eyes, Professor Miel took the trouble to explain patiently.
What does this have to do with him
After hearing this, Professor Miel finally showed a smile on his face.
"Me too, life is always full of all kinds of accidents. But thanks to computer science being my first major, it gives me a divine help when studying topics related to neural networks..." He took a photo with a smile. With his old friend's arm, Miel made an invitation gesture to him, "Stop chatting and come with me. I told you that I will show you something amazing."
When they were studying at the University of Amsterdam, both of them majored in information engineering. Later, after Sarote was promoted to a master's degree, he transferred to Cornell University in the United States, where he met his cheating mentor, and finally became a material dog inexplicably.
Without any hesitation, he ran to the computer desk and sat down, opened the browser, entered a line of URL, and then hit Enter.
"The key is that you can't win the Nobel Prize with this paper alone, even the Turing Award is a little bit worse. But it provides a possibility of winning in the direction of biological neural networks! Do you understand what I mean? ?The only principle of the Nobel Prize is the size of the achievement, and our biggest headache now is that the key issues have not been solved. The entire research is stuck at the bottleneck and cannot produce outstanding results."
"But let's get to the point!" Professor Mier, who forcibly stunned Sarote with his momentum, pointed to the paper in his hand, "Listen, we are scholars, let's ignore these trivial things. Isn't the key to the problem The paper itself?”
An idea suddenly popped up in his head. Professor Miel's eyes suddenly lit up and he snapped his fingers.
But the problem is...
Besides, who is not like this
"Yes, the Nobel Prize! This is a research result that is definitely promising to touch the Nobel Prize medal! Its greatness is no less great than von Neumann's influence on computers..."
"But now, things have turned around!"
"Yes, the Nobel Prize! This is a research result that is definitely promising to touch the Nobel Prize medal! Its greatness is no less great than von Neumann's influence on computers..."
This is part of the dark web.
"Welcome! My old friend, you are finally here! I have been waiting for you for a long time."
"I sincerely extend an invitation to you, my old friend... do you want to join us?"
"Oh, my friend, you don't know how sensational this paper is recently in the biological community... especially in the direction of our neural network research!"
When they were studying at the University of Amsterdam, both of them majored in information engineering. Later, after Sarote was promoted to a master's degree, he transferred to Cornell University in the United States, where he met his cheating mentor, and finally became a material dog inexplicably.
"But you..."
"This paper gives a brand-new explanation of the formation process of factors such as signal transmission and vision in biological neural networks, and proposes a programmatic compilation framework for the mutual conversion of neural signals and electrical signals. This work is absolutely It’s groundbreaking, and do you know what this technology will mean once it’s completed?”
Switzerland.
Sure enough, when he followed Professor Miel to an office and watched him pick up a stack of papers that were still warm to the touch from the corner of the table, Sarote was stunned for a moment and then became angry.
If Dr. Z can be recruited into his research team, there is no doubt that his research will be more effective with half the effort.
"Isn't it the same for you? You gave up computers and jumped into materials science, which is bigger than biology."
After clearing his throat, Professor Miel extended his right hand with a solemn expression.
…
While listening to Miel's words, Sarote flipped through the paper in his hand, frowning and thinking.
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"But the author of this paper is... Dr. Z. What does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with me?"
The name sounds quite interesting.
Sarote: "I mean, you asked me to take a train from Geneva for an hour to come to you just to show me a paper that I can download just by logging on to Arxiv?"
Such a result was unexpected even for him, so when all kinds of awards and offers came to him, he was actually a little overwhelmed for a while.
"...Does it mean that things in science fiction movies can become reality? I remember it was called Ready Player One."
He was a little blinded by this situation, especially when the word Nobel Prize was thrown out by this guy, which instantly caused his entire attention to be diverted.
After leaving the United States and returning to his hometown in the Netherlands in frustration, Sarote put aside his impetuous pursuit of fame and fortune and conducted various researches with a semi-reclusive mentality. Relying on the experience he accumulated while working with Professor Lu , on the contrary, he has made a series of outstanding achievements in the field of graphene, and has become an outstanding person in the industry who can at least remember his name.
"Yes, the Nobel Prize! This is a research result that is definitely promising to touch the Nobel Prize medal! Its greatness is no less great than von Neumann's influence on computers..."
Such a result was unexpected even for him, so when all kinds of awards and offers came to him, he was actually a little overwhelmed for a while.
Mier said loudly: "It's not that superficial thing. You only think about games? What I want to say is something even more shocking! It can even change our understanding of the Internet! But I can't tell you this now. It’s too early, all you need to know is that this is a technology that will change the world!”
"Is this what you want me to see?"
Just when he was hesitating to call his old friend, an enthusiastic voice came to him from the side of the hall corridor.
When he was done, a smile appeared on his face, he quickly turned off the computer and leaned back in his chair.
He was moved by the olive branch he extended.
Later, Cornell University sent him emails twice, promising US$30 million.
Mier said seriously: "Do you believe this is a technology that will change the world?"
"You didn't answer my previous question," Sarote closed the paper in his hand and looked at him and continued, "So, what does this have to do with me?"
Sarote: "...Actually, I have never quite understood your operation. You gave up a promising subject."
Just when he was hesitating to call his old friend, an enthusiastic voice came to him from the side of the hall corridor.
After interrupting this guy's mouth full of farts, Sarote pinched his sore eyebrows and spoke.
"But now, things have turned around!"
Mier said seriously: "Do you believe this is a technology that will change the world?"
Just when he was hesitating to call his old friend, an enthusiastic voice came to him from the side of the hall corridor.
He admitted that in the past he did like to talk nonsense, exaggerate on trivial issues, and take advantage of loopholes in the rules, but many times he did so out of necessity.
Sarote: "...Because you said it, I believe half of it."
"Thirty-seven years to be exact." Professor Mier's memory was as good as ever, just like when he was a student. Professor Mier smiled heartily, let go of his hand and continued, "It seems that I started to study biology. When we were studying, it was difficult for us to see each other.”
If it was Dr. Z who once solved the bacterial crisis on Mars, the content should not be ordinary.
Neural Network Science Research Center.
While it may be rude to do so, it's all in the name of science.
Miel: "Thank you, there's half of it! But even if it's only half, assuming this technology can really be realized, as a key figure in promoting the final result, don't you think the Nobel Prize Committee will not consider our names?"
If it was Dr. Z who once solved the bacterial crisis on Mars, the content should not be ordinary.
"Nice to meet you. Speaking of which... we haven't seen each other for decades, right?"
As for now, he has long since changed his ways and no longer does those things.
Sarote: "Nobel seems not to calculate the prize."
After clearing his throat, Professor Miel extended his right hand with a solemn expression.
After hearing this, Professor Miel finally showed a smile on his face.
"There should be no problem in the direction of graphene. There are already experts in neural interface materials. Let me think about what is missing... That's right!"
What does this have to do with him
"Compilation Framework for Conversion of Neural Signals and Electrical Signals"
Sarote looked towards the direction where the sound came from, and saw an old man who was as fat as if he was pregnant for ten months and had almost lost all his hair. He was approaching him with a smile on his face and stretched out his right hand. .
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"But there are medicine prizes and chemistry prizes! Think about it, Miel and his friend Sarote... and Dr. Z's research results, which promote the research of biological neural networks and the connection between nervous systems and computer systems. He has made outstanding contributions and is hereby awarded the Nobel Prize in Chemistry... Considering that Dr. Z mostly wishes to remain anonymous, the prize money will be divided equally between us."
While listening to Miel's words, Sarote flipped through the paper in his hand, frowning and thinking.
But the problem is...
Although his old friend did not agree directly, his expression clearly revealed his inner activities...
If it was Dr. Z who once solved the bacterial crisis on Mars, the content should not be ordinary.
…
"Nice to meet you. Speaking of which... we haven't seen each other for decades, right?"
If it was Dr. Z who once solved the bacterial crisis on Mars, the content should not be ordinary.
After clearing his throat, Professor Miel extended his right hand with a solemn expression.
After Professor Sarote left, Professor Miel paced back and forth in the laboratory excitedly.
"But there are medicine prizes and chemistry prizes! Think about it, Miel and his friend Sarote... and Dr. Z's research results, which promote the research of biological neural networks and the connection between nervous systems and computer systems. He has made outstanding contributions and is hereby awarded the Nobel Prize in Chemistry... Considering that Dr. Z mostly wishes to remain anonymous, the prize money will be divided equally between us."
Sarote, who was standing in the hall and looking around, looked a little unnaturally embarrassed.
Sarote: "...Actually, I have never quite understood your operation. You gave up a promising subject."
"I sincerely extend an invitation to you, my old friend... do you want to join us?"
"It's full of all kinds of surprises... and I found that materials science is more suitable for me than computers."
Switzerland.
This time Sarote was silent.
Why did he lose in terms of momentum
Switzerland.
"This paper gives a brand-new explanation of the formation process of factors such as signal transmission and vision in biological neural networks, and proposes a programmatic compilation framework for the mutual conversion of neural signals and electrical signals. This work is absolutely It’s groundbreaking, and do you know what this technology will mean once it’s completed?”
Sarote: "...Actually, I have never quite understood your operation. You gave up a promising subject."
Sarote: "...Actually, I have never quite understood your operation. You gave up a promising subject."
"Isn't it the same for you? You gave up computers and jumped into materials science, which is bigger than biology."
Although it has been far away from fame and fortune, the Nobel Prize, the medal that symbolizes the highest honor in academia...
Such a result was unexpected even for him, so when all kinds of awards and offers came to him, he was actually a little overwhelmed for a while.
Miel: "This is Dr. Z's thesis! You should have heard of that name, the man who once saved the world."
However, the experience of being called by the FBI had made him completely disappointed with that country, and he turned down the offer without much thought.
"But let's get to the point!" Professor Mier, who forcibly stunned Sarote with his momentum, pointed to the paper in his hand, "Listen, we are scholars, let's ignore these trivial things. Isn't the key to the problem The paper itself?”
"Thirty-seven years to be exact." Professor Mier's memory was as good as ever, just like when he was a student. Professor Mier smiled heartily, let go of his hand and continued, "It seems that I started to study biology. When we were studying, it was difficult for us to see each other.”
To be honest, he was quite excited.
Why did he lose in terms of momentum
Sarote looked towards the direction where the sound came from, and saw an old man who was as fat as if he was pregnant for ten months and had almost lost all his hair. He was approaching him with a smile on his face and stretched out his right hand. .
Although his old friend did not agree directly, his expression clearly revealed his inner activities...
"Enough! Let's discuss those so-called 'buts' after we win the Nobel Prize."
Without any hesitation, he ran to the computer desk and sat down, opened the browser, entered a line of URL, and then hit Enter.
So, he is standing here now.
"Isn't it the same for you? You gave up computers and jumped into materials science, which is bigger than biology."
After about five minutes of silence, he spoke.
"Me too, life is always full of all kinds of accidents. But thanks to computer science being my first major, it gives me a divine help when studying topics related to neural networks..." He took a photo with a smile. With his old friend's arm, Miel made an invitation gesture to him, "Stop chatting and come with me. I told you that I will show you something amazing."
Although his old friend did not agree directly, his expression clearly revealed his inner activities...
Just when he was hesitating to call his old friend, an enthusiastic voice came to him from the side of the hall corridor.
"This paper gives a brand-new explanation of the formation process of factors such as signal transmission and vision in biological neural networks, and proposes a programmatic compilation framework for the mutual conversion of neural signals and electrical signals. This work is absolutely It’s groundbreaking, and do you know what this technology will mean once it’s completed?”
Besides, who is not like this
"… I will think about it."
…
"But the author of this paper is... Dr. Z. What does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with me?"
Without any hesitation, he ran to the computer desk and sat down, opened the browser, entered a line of URL, and then hit Enter.
Besides, who is not like this
The name sounds quite interesting.
If it was Dr. Z who once solved the bacterial crisis on Mars, the content should not be ordinary.
The name sounds quite interesting.
"But the author of this paper is... Dr. Z. What does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with me?"
After hearing this, Professor Miel finally showed a smile on his face.
Just when he was hesitating to call his old friend, an enthusiastic voice came to him from the side of the hall corridor.
"There should be no problem in the direction of graphene. There are already experts in neural interface materials. Let me think about what is missing... That's right!"
He admitted that in the past he did like to talk nonsense, exaggerate on trivial issues, and take advantage of loopholes in the rules, but many times he did so out of necessity.
Fortunately, his mentor cheated him and helped him get a lecturer's position to some extent. And Sarote himself was not a fuel-saving lamp. He did not stay in Cornell University to engage in academic work, but ran away. In the Silicon Valley on the West Coast, by pretending to be a professor at Cornell University, they managed to get an investment to solve the funding problem, and even built a laboratory of their own in Silicon Valley... Although it was eventually acquired by Lu Zhou .
Switzerland.
Neural Network Science Research Center.
Although his old friend did not agree directly, his expression clearly revealed his inner activities...
After clearing his throat, Professor Miel extended his right hand with a solemn expression.
After releasing the information about investigating Dr. Z's email and phone number, Professor Mier endured the pain and paid a bit.
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He was a little blinded by this situation, especially when the word Nobel Prize was thrown out by this guy, which instantly caused his entire attention to be diverted.
What he needs to do now is to carefully study the huge amount of information in that paper, and then wait for Dr. Z's email and phone number to appear in his mailbox.
Miel: "This is Dr. Z's thesis! You should have heard of that name, the man who once saved the world."
Besides, who is not like this
He was moved by the olive branch he extended.
This is a long story.
"It's full of all kinds of surprises... and I found that materials science is more suitable for me than computers."
It’s just that he doesn’t know if it’s his illusion or something else, but Sarote always feels that he smells a familiar smell in this old classmate of Miel’s...
"Enough! Let's discuss those so-called 'buts' after we win the Nobel Prize."
Although his old friend did not agree directly, his expression clearly revealed his inner activities...
Miel: "This is Dr. Z's thesis! You should have heard of that name, the man who once saved the world."
Why did he lose in terms of momentum
After Professor Sarote left, Professor Miel paced back and forth in the laboratory excitedly.
Besides, who is not like this
"But now, things have turned around!"
Sarote: "...Actually, I have never quite understood your operation. You gave up a promising subject."
"There should be no problem in the direction of graphene. There are already experts in neural interface materials. Let me think about what is missing... That's right!"
Seeing the confusion in his friend's eyes, Professor Miel took the trouble to explain patiently.
While listening to Miel's words, Sarote flipped through the paper in his hand, frowning and thinking.
"Thirty-seven years to be exact." Professor Mier's memory was as good as ever, just like when he was a student. Professor Mier smiled heartily, let go of his hand and continued, "It seems that I started to study biology. When we were studying, it was difficult for us to see each other.”
Trying to match this face with the name in his memory, Sarote suppressed his curiosity about what happened to this guy in the past few years, held his right hand and shook it.
This time Sarote was silent.
Although his old friend did not agree directly, his expression clearly revealed his inner activities...
"But you..."
An idea suddenly popped up in his head. Professor Miel's eyes suddenly lit up and he snapped his fingers.
However, the experience of being called by the FBI had made him completely disappointed with that country, and he turned down the offer without much thought.
As for why he appears here...
This time Sarote was silent.
Just when he was hesitating to call his old friend, an enthusiastic voice came to him from the side of the hall corridor.
As a dark corner that is not included in the databases of major search engines, this forum, with a total of less than 10,000 active users worldwide, serves as a trade distribution center on the Internet.
"Isn't it the same for you? You gave up computers and jumped into materials science, which is bigger than biology."
Without any hesitation, he ran to the computer desk and sat down, opened the browser, entered a line of URL, and then hit Enter.
Wait, isn't it me who should be angry
"Enough! Let's discuss those so-called 'buts' after we win the Nobel Prize."
He was moved by the olive branch he extended.
"Enough! Let's discuss those so-called 'buts' after we win the Nobel Prize."
Mier said seriously: "Do you believe this is a technology that will change the world?"
"Nice to meet you. Speaking of which... we haven't seen each other for decades, right?"
Soon, a BBS with an antique style from the last century caught his eye.
"Nice to meet you. Speaking of which... we haven't seen each other for decades, right?"
Sarote, who was standing in the hall and looking around, looked a little unnaturally embarrassed.
Wait, isn't it me who should be angry
This kind of embarrassment is not only because the word "nerve" combined with a group of people in white coats is a bit dazzling, but also because his whole temperament is incompatible with this place.
This is part of the dark web.
"Me too, life is always full of all kinds of accidents. But thanks to computer science being my first major, it gives me a divine help when studying topics related to neural networks..." He took a photo with a smile. With his old friend's arm, Miel made an invitation gesture to him, "Stop chatting and come with me. I told you that I will show you something amazing."
Trying to match this face with the name in his memory, Sarote suppressed his curiosity about what happened to this guy in the past few years, held his right hand and shook it.
This is a long story.
Miel: "Thank you, there's half of it! But even if it's only half, assuming this technology can really be realized, as a key figure in promoting the final result, don't you think the Nobel Prize Committee will not consider our names?"
After leaving the United States and returning to his hometown in the Netherlands in frustration, Sarote put aside his impetuous pursuit of fame and fortune and conducted various researches with a semi-reclusive mentality. Relying on the experience he accumulated while working with Professor Lu , on the contrary, he has made a series of outstanding achievements in the field of graphene, and has become an outstanding person in the industry who can at least remember his name.
As for why he appears here...
He is just a materials scientist studying graphene.
As a dark corner that is not included in the databases of major search engines, this forum, with a total of less than 10,000 active users worldwide, serves as a trade distribution center on the Internet.
"It's full of all kinds of surprises... and I found that materials science is more suitable for me than computers."
What does this have to do with him
After clearing his throat, Professor Miel extended his right hand with a solemn expression.
As for now, he has long since changed his ways and no longer does those things.
Sarote, who was standing in the hall and looking around, looked a little unnaturally embarrassed.
Sure enough, when he followed Professor Miel to an office and watched him pick up a stack of papers that were still warm to the touch from the corner of the table, Sarote was stunned for a moment and then became angry.
After Professor Sarote left, Professor Miel paced back and forth in the laboratory excitedly.
People use Bitcoin to trade, and everything that the Internet can do, whether it's legal or illegal, can be rewarded here.
This kind of embarrassment is not only because the word "nerve" combined with a group of people in white coats is a bit dazzling, but also because his whole temperament is incompatible with this place.
Miel: "This is Dr. Z's thesis! You should have heard of that name, the man who once saved the world."
Without any hesitation, he ran to the computer desk and sat down, opened the browser, entered a line of URL, and then hit Enter.
After hearing this, Professor Miel finally showed a smile on his face.
Seeing the confusion in his friend's eyes, Professor Miel took the trouble to explain patiently.
After releasing the information about investigating Dr. Z's email and phone number, Professor Mier endured the pain and paid a bit.
Sarote, who was standing in the hall and looking around, looked a little unnaturally embarrassed.
Professor Miel said in an exaggerated tone as if he was not affected by the anger that flew with the spittle at all.
Miel: "This is Dr. Z's thesis! You should have heard of that name, the man who once saved the world."
When he was done, a smile appeared on his face, he quickly turned off the computer and leaned back in his chair.
This is a long story.
"But the author of this paper is... Dr. Z. What does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with me?"
Although the academic world in Europe is filled with a stale atmosphere, and it is increasingly rare to see young fresh blood coming in, from his personal experience, it is still a good place to engage in academic research.
Sure enough, when he followed Professor Miel to an office and watched him pick up a stack of papers that were still warm to the touch from the corner of the table, Sarote was stunned for a moment and then became angry.
What he needs to do now is to carefully study the huge amount of information in that paper, and then wait for Dr. Z's email and phone number to appear in his mailbox.
"I sincerely extend an invitation to you, my old friend... do you want to join us?"
Trying to match this face with the name in his memory, Sarote suppressed his curiosity about what happened to this guy in the past few years, held his right hand and shook it.
An idea suddenly popped up in his head. Professor Miel's eyes suddenly lit up and he snapped his fingers.
"It's full of all kinds of surprises... and I found that materials science is more suitable for me than computers."
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"But now, things have turned around!"
As for why he appears here...
Even though Dr. Z never leaves his contact information on the Internet and never responds to questions in the paper, in a place like the dark web where there are so many experts, there should be nothing that hackers can't do.
"...Nobel Prize?"
Sarote hit the nail on the head: "You have ignored the key to the problem!"
"But the author of this paper is... Dr. Z. What does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with me?"
Mier said seriously: "Do you believe this is a technology that will change the world?"
But the problem is...
While it may be rude to do so, it's all in the name of science.
Sure enough, when he followed Professor Miel to an office and watched him pick up a stack of papers that were still warm to the touch from the corner of the table, Sarote was stunned for a moment and then became angry.
After about five minutes of silence, he spoke.
Sarote: "Nobel seems not to calculate the prize."
Sarote, who was standing in the hall and looking around, looked a little unnaturally embarrassed.
He was moved by the olive branch he extended.
If Dr. Z can be recruited into his research team, there is no doubt that his research will be more effective with half the effort.
After releasing the information about investigating Dr. Z's email and phone number, Professor Mier endured the pain and paid a bit.
This is a long story.
After about five minutes of silence, he spoke.
"There should be no problem in the direction of graphene. There are already experts in neural interface materials. Let me think about what is missing... That's right!"
I believe that with his eloquence, after chatting with him for a few words, Dr. Z will definitely be moved by the conditions he proposed...
Sarote looked towards the direction where the sound came from, and saw an old man who was as fat as if he was pregnant for ten months and had almost lost all his hair. He was approaching him with a smile on his face and stretched out his right hand. .
Just when he was hesitating to call his old friend, an enthusiastic voice came to him from the side of the hall corridor.
Such a result was unexpected even for him, so when all kinds of awards and offers came to him, he was actually a little overwhelmed for a while.
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"Yes, the Nobel Prize! This is a research result that is definitely promising to touch the Nobel Prize medal! Its greatness is no less great than von Neumann's influence on computers..."
After interrupting this guy's mouth full of farts, Sarote pinched his sore eyebrows and spoke.