Narrator Neural Network—this is the name Gao Wen gave to the future Cecil Mind Network. It will be a very large-scale and far-reaching project, and the fields involved are naturally not as simple as providing scientific research assistance.
According to Gao Wen's plan, the narrator's neural network will cover multiple fields such as scientific research, communication, education, and public entertainment. It can provide computing power support for a large number of scientific research projects, and it can also become an indispensable part of people's daily life. One day in the future, the huge narrator's neural network will also become a... giant wetware host covering the entire Cecil Empire through its tens of thousands of human brain nodes that are always connected.
The distributed devices connected to the narrator's neural network will become the interactive terminals of the wetware host, and the spare computing power of countless human brains will light up an unprecedented line of information technology, and a large number of ordinary people can Contributing computing power to the empire, this process will also enrich the spiritual life of citizens, and all of this will start from this imperial computing center.
This is what Gawain thought of in this world where the physical rules are very different from the earth's, and the way to open the next level of the technology tree, and it is also an important part of his harmless transformation of the technology of the eternal sleeper.
Wendy was describing what she saw in the "Illusion" with a hint of excitement, and the archbishops next to her were obviously interested in what she described—to be fair, Cecil's "Neural Network of Narrators" is actually still in its infancy. It is very primitive, and the "entertainment projects" it can present are not so good in front of these eternal sleepers. They have created a dream city that is false and real, and created a "perfect sanctuary" like a paradise. In Gao Wen's opinion, the attractiveness is no worse than a few magic movie clips or some "entertainment scenes", and even stronger.
But what the "Neural Network of Narrators" presents is very different from the City of Dreams: it has a development limit that is difficult for the latter, and can be flexibly adjusted at any time, and countless "new contents" can be customized. After the nerve thorn technology is realized, this "customization" process can even be completed by ordinary people, and the city of dreams...
The Eternal Sleeper created the City of Dreams more just to make it a "spiritual container" that accommodates computing nodes, which is convenient for collecting computing power. The extremely high threshold of divine magic means that only bishops or even higher-level priests have the ability to modify it. Its content, and in fact, bishops and archbishops do not usually bother to modify it at all.
In this way, no matter how perfect the dream city is, it is just a rigid bonsai. From the day it was born, it has been in its final form. The limitations of traditional magic determine that even if it accepts reshaping, it can only It is a new bonsai, and it can only be mastered by a few powerful priests.
The archbishops at the scene are not stupid people, they can see the difference at a glance, and naturally realize the impact once this thing enters the lives of "ordinary people".
Attributing the extraordinary to mortals... It was the first time since they set foot on the land of Cecil that they truly realized the meaning of this "slogan" in a field they knew well.
"This stuff is basically harmless to the average person—of course, being connected for a long time will cause fatigue, and being too immersed in it may cause some psychological problems, but these hazards and old neuromodification and even 'brain servant' technology It’s completely negligible in comparison.” Gao Wen patted the lid of the immersion cabin next to him, and said with a slight smile, “The current restrictions on it are mainly due to the difficulty in producing the immersion cabin and the extremely high craftsmanship required to build a mind hub. Strict, currently there are only a few factories in the empire that can produce qualified components, and the training of workers is also very slow.”
The immersion cabin and the narrator's neural network are undoubtedly cross-age things, and their advantages over traditional communication, entertainment, media, etc. are obvious, but this does not mean that Cecil will enter the information age tomorrow, nor Meaning that newspapers and magic web radios across the country will soon be replaced by new technologies - both will take time.
The experts from the Machinery Manufacturing Institute and the Institute of Magical Technology have worked hard for a long time to barely solve the mass production problem of the immersion chamber, so that it can enter the factory for production without having to knock it out one by one in the laboratory, and now they They also have to find a way to overcome the mass production difficulties of the mental hub. In addition, skilled workers with assembly capabilities and personnel who can maintain the computing center are even rarer. I don’t know how long it will take to develop to a large scale—so in the foreseeable long period of time , the narrator's neural network will be in the development period, and traditional communication, entertainment, media and other things will coexist with it for a long time.
Gao Wen told Yuri and others some knowledge about industrialized production and social promotion. He didn't talk much, he just talked about some concepts in an easy-to-understand way, but it was enough to make them think for a long time.
It's something they haven't considered for many years.
"... We really buried ourselves in the ground for too long," Magnum laughed self-deprecatingly, shaking his head, "eyes and ears are blocked by mud."
A tall, slender archbishop with a younger appearance glanced at Magnum: "But fortunately, we still have a chance to make amends..."
"You're right. Fortunately, you still have a chance to make amends." Gao Wen took a deep look at the people in front of him, "I am very happy to see that all the archbishops and a considerable number of bishop-level priests have chosen Cecil. Happily, the person in charge at the White Sand Hills side reported to me that you also did your best to bring a large number of brain servants here—during this long escape journey, you ensured the survival of all the brain servants, which proves that your awareness.
"Those brain servants will be properly cared for, and the Druid Research Association will make every effort to find a way to cure and wake them up, and you will become members of the Empire's technology department and do something that you are good at.
"I've got a project ready for you."
"Project?" Yuri repeated the word subconsciously.
"I hope you won't be intimidated by the name of the project," Gao Wen smiled, "The computing center you are in is a part of it—its name is 'Narrative Neural Network', yes, it is what you are familiar with The 'Upper Narrator'…”
As soon as Gao Wen finished speaking, the faces of the archbishops turned pale. Wendy, who was standing at the front, even took half a step back subconsciously, and touched her neck with lingering fear, as if someone would give her a hand in the next second. Like a needle.
"Excuse me, Your Majesty," Semler hesitated again and again, and finally couldn't help but say, "This name... it should be just a name..."
"Unfortunately, of course it has something to do with the 'upper narrator'," Gao Wen slowly retracted his smile, and said in a serious manner, "Be prepared, we still have a long time to deal with the 'God' It's on."
Yuri and Magnum looked at each other, Wendy and Semler looked thoughtful, Gawain exhaled lightly, and slowly opened his hands—
"So, one last time, welcome to Cecil, and welcome... to Project Rebellion."
…
The giant sun gradually approached the western horizon, and the brilliant crown released its last light and heat of the day at the bottom of the clouds. The orange glow spread along the rolling hills and plains, and finally at the Throat of Orandale The mountains with jagged edges turned into jagged, golden borders.
Hadillon Augustus, with short curly black hair and a tall and straight figure, stood on a hill near the Throat of Orendelle, overlooking the huge collapsed rift and the bottom of the rift with a blank expression. There was still a crack in the cracks emitting light smoke and dust, and the wind blowing from the plains stirred his cloak, and the royal coat of arms on the cloak shone brightly in the sun.
The loyal Obsidian Custodians stood behind Hadiron, and several high-ranking knights looked at His Royal Highness in front of them with some concern—as a heir of Augustus, Hadiron had already died in the cursed place of the Throat of Orendelle. Stayed too long.
This is where the old imperial capital collapsed, and it was also the beginning of the curse of the Augustus family. Some kind of power beyond human understanding may still be entrenched in this land. The experience and lessons have proved this—too close to Oran The Throat of Dale is very harmful to the members of the Augustus family, which has a certain chance to cause their already unstable mental state to deteriorate rapidly, or cause the curse to break out in advance. Therefore, the royal family members of Typhon will try their best to Stay away from this place under the circumstances, and even try not to touch the "information" sent back to the imperial capital from the Throat of Orendelle.
Hadiron Augustus, however, had been in the region for half a day.
"Your Highness," a high-ranking knight officer finally couldn't help taking a step forward, "The wind in the wilderness is harmful to your health, you can go back and rest first..."
"It's not the wind in the wild that is harmful to your health." Hadiron turned his head and glanced at the knight with a smile. "Don't worry, I'm paying attention to my mental state. I'm a person who cherishes life."
The knight opened his mouth, and finally backed away helplessly, while Hadiron turned his head and continued to look in the direction of Orendelle's Throat.
He could vaguely hear some whispers coming from that direction, and he could feel that in the depths of that thick, cold, dark earth and stone, some ancient and indescribable power was still flowing slowly, and it was actually very weak , even so weak that ordinary people can't detect it, but as an Augustus... he can still vaguely perceive its existence.
That power seemed to be luring him forward, but the willpower training he had received since he was a child allowed Hadiron to easily restrain his impulse and keep a safe distance from that power and those whispers.
He is very curious about what that thing is, but he also knows that "curiosity" is often the most deadly and harmful thing when dealing with something indescribable.
After waiting for a while, a squad of knights in full armor and carrying precious amulets finally came out from the direction of Orendelle's Throat Rift.
"The expedition team is back!" The officer on the hill said happily.
Those who set off to investigate the situation quickly joined the knights led by Hadiron. A gray-haired knight was the leader of the exploration team. He came to Hadiron, took off his helmet and saluted, saying: " Your Highness, we found some passages and the ruins of the city below, but the road leading deeper has completely collapsed, and it looks like it has just been blown down. In addition, the structure of the central area of the Rift Valley is very dangerous, and small-scale incidents are still happening. We suspect that there was originally a propped up space underneath, but most of it has collapsed now."
"...the local sheriff said that on the 45th of last month, people heard several consecutive noises louder than thunder, all from the direction of the Rift Valley, and it sounded like it was coming from underground," said a person standing in Hadiron. The knight behind said, "We have also found some hidden strongholds near here, and they have all been destroyed."
"It's a pity," Hadiron slowly shook his head, "those 'eternal sleepers'... It seems that their evacuation was very decisive, and their purpose was clear. Even if we dug up those collapsed crypts, most of them would be safe inside." Something of value."
"Fortunately, there was news from Aldernan that the eternal sleepers began to contact the royal family to seek asylum one after another. Among them, there were even some bishop-level powerhouses and specialized technicians. They also brought a lot of technical data," the knight officer said in relief, "they won't be able to take everything away after all."
"There will only be more falling into the hands of the Cecilians... but there is no way," Hadiron said regretfully. He glanced at the direction of the rift valley for the last time, and sighed softly, "It's time to go back. Get ready Just a moment and we're off—don't forget to pay the few local guides who helped and thank the Sheriff."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The knights immediately began to pack their bags and prepare to leave this cursed place. The commander beside Hadiron said, "Her Highness Matilda has returned to Aldernan, and her trip to Cecil should be of great benefit." Harvest less."
"I'm already looking forward to what gift she brings me," Hadiron couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "I hope there won't be any strange special food or magic props that can scare people—as the empire's 'Mingzhu', she is not very good at getting along with her brother."
The knights didn't know how to continue this topic, so they could only pretend that they hadn't heard anything and continue to be busy. Hadiron curled his lips in boredom because no one responded to him. He shook his head and walked to stop not far away. The magic car in the open space, but before getting into the car, he glanced back in the direction of Orandelle's Throat.
The setting sun was almost completely sinking to the other side of the horizon, and there was only a faint layer of red light left on the horizon. In the sunset glow that was about to disappear, the jagged hills of the Throat of Orendelle also became illusory and hazy.
"Curse..."
Hadillon said softly.