The upgraded version of the biological computer has the 'cyber web browser portal' function turned on, and the senior engineer used his 30 years of experience as a programmer to make some modifications and create such a Xibei product, which is hung on the cyber network.
in the network.
These days, no matter what kind of software, the most lacking thing is traffic, especially for people like him, who neither have the brand name of a big company nor are they the exclusive channels of some underground world.
But these are not problems!
Because he has a rich wife!
The senior engineer confidently sent over a dozen photos of the 18-ban prototype of the rich woman's love-making machine, and the great mother of data, Cyberdome, responded quickly.
‘ヾ(o゜_,゜o)ノ’
'As expected, Auntie's love for you is not in vain.'
As the largest traffic entrance to cyberspace, as long as Alyssa tilts her resources slightly, it will be enough for a senior engineer to last eight lifetimes.
Soon, countless access instructions were sent down, and the senior engineer even had to use a 'small virtual realm' as a second server to prevent Gaidu from going down.
‘What is gaidu?’
'What's your relationship with Alyssa?'
'Why didn't Alyssa participate in this fortress meeting?'
'How do I get unlimited access to data medicine?'
'How to stop masturbating?'
'How do you remove your own stomach?'
"how……"
The biggest difference between cyberspace and the Internet is that although everyone on this planet has access to the Internet, they do so "subconsciously."
In other words, this kind of 'visit' is not conscious, but unconscious. Human subjective consciousness is limited, but human 'divergent thinking' is infinite.
So even if it only tilts a small part of the traffic, this traffic is a thousand or ten thousand times that of the search engine in the previous life, and it is quite dangerous.
A senior engineer is like standing on a huge river. Codes, instructions, characters, search contents, man-made viruses, thought fragments, and pseudo-monsters are all messy information in cyberspace, but they are constantly being cut and sorted out.
All the senses of the eyes, ears, mouth, nose, body, consciousness, and mind are blocked, turning into huge waves of turbidity, rushing towards the face.
Even before he got close, Senior Engineer's facial features were overflowing with data liquid due to this strong pressure.
This is an order of magnitude that only big data monsters can carry.
[Turn on ‘Distributed Processor System’.]
[‘Distributed Processor System’ is turned on.]
As the second function of the biological computer was turned on, Gao Gong's body suddenly began to squirm, and the skin and flesh began to tear apart each other. This tearing was not like the data splitting of the 'Cyber Killer', but more like the data splitting of the 'Cyber Killer'.
It is 'mitosis' between cells.
One is divided into two, two is divided into four, and four is divided into eight.
Although they are all senior engineers, they have completely different temperaments. Some are lively, some are calm, some have a Buddhist look, and some... have a lustful look.
Distributed processor system: Evenly distributes the pressure of the 'nervous system' to all systems in the body, thereby achieving higher processing efficiency.
Note: Computational work is not limited to the nervous system. The more complex a life is, the more each system can participate in calculations.
Fortunately for humans, some advanced carbon-based civilization life forms have dozens or even hundreds of life systems. In this way, even the lowest level 'biological computer' can have computing power comparable to that of a planetary host.
"Hurry up, my time is limited," the 'senior endocrinologist' said seriously.
The 'Digestion Engineer' looked at him suspiciously, "Is it possible that you are here? When did you install the new function, why didn't I know?"
"With so much data, I don't know if there is any that is not suitable for children," the 'Reproductive Engineer' dug his ears and shook his crotch.
"Work early and go home early. I'm a little hungry." The belly of the 'digestive engineer' made a "gurgling" sound.
For a moment, except for the 'nervous engineer', the other seven engineers all stood up, and a rain of electrons fell crazily into the electronic pipeline. With the blessing of the seven engineers, the power of the 'small virtual realm' was fully realized.
The river even slowly cracked due to this force, countless underlying data began to be rewritten, and 'Mobius strip' style data pipelines began to appear one after another.
When the huge torrent of data flooded Gao Gong's location, the entire 'gaidu' system had already turned into a criss-crossing data network, with nodes connected to nodes and channels connected to channels. Even if it was overwhelming data, one time,
After two, three, or even millions of diversions, it finally became something that could be 'digested'.
"Done!"
"Can we go back?"
"Go back with a hammer," the 'nervous engineer' finally opened his eyes and glanced around. As expected, the other senior engineers all looked tired.
Even with the blessing of a 'biological computer', this kind of 'over-the-level code writing' operation consumes a lot of money.
"Don't forget, why did we build this 'gaidu'?"
"Advertising?"
“Selling private data?”
“Making circumvention software?”
"Idiot, of course it's to do the task," the 'nervous engineer' rolled his eyes: "Don't forget, the cyber hacker's job transfer task, AI war, hasn't been completed yet."
"Oh, it turned out to be to cause trouble," several other senior engineers suddenly realized.
"Don't make it sound like we have schizophrenia. Let's just work after resting."
The next moment, the pipeline disappeared, the data disappeared, the underlying code disappeared, and eight senior engineers appeared in the "brain disk".
Today's 'brain' is empty, no one is there, Cheap Sister, Flame Bird, Hiro, Aidolu, all of them have been sent out.
From the application layer, to the data layer, and finally modified the underlying framework, and then back to the application layer.
At this time, eight senior engineers corresponded to eight directions. In each direction, there were dense screens, constantly refreshing new 'problems', and some of these problems were the result of subconscious diffusion, and some were
True subjective consciousness.
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No one stipulates that the ‘cyber proving ground’ must be in reality.
…
In game forums, there is a type of user who neither speaks nor starts fights. Apart from reading some technical posts every day, they basically do not participate in any in-game topics.
This type of people can turn PVP into a stand-alone game.
And ‘Tick’ is such a type of user.
‘Tick’, a female player, was born in the cyber network and is a low-level AI.
It’s not that she was born a ‘single-player party’, but that her birth point is on the cyberspace. If she wants to meet players, or in other words, if players are qualified to log into cyberspace, they have to be around level 20.
'Tick' was boring at first, but soon she became really sweet.
Because cyberspace is really fun.
Like "Inception", she can constantly enter people's dreams, complete tasks, and modify dreams.
She can also kill monsters. There are too many monsters in cyberspace, including data redundancy, low-level viruses, and logic fragments. If she is lucky, she may even receive an official pursuit mission from the 'Cyber Killer'.
If he gets tired of grinding monsters, he can also 'pass the plot'. This kind of going through the plot is to enter the subconscious world. The subconscious of different people merges together to piece together a bizarre world, and even some ancient memory fragments seep into it.
As a result, she can travel between different eras.
For example, she can wear a lady's skirt and a classical gauze hat in the steampunk era and experience steam revolution events one after another.
Or, she can go back to the civilized era and appreciate how these three behemoths, the Empire, the Federation, and the Alliance, are tit-for-tat and how they evolve according to their own civilizational lines.
Even a simple bluestone alley may have a very rich content, a man or a woman's first love, or the object of her longing.
The only thing that gives her a headache is that cyberspace is too dangerous. If she is not careful, she will often be killed by level 30, level 40, or even dream monsters full of question marks.
Fortunately, after half a year of opening the server, she has basically figured out the rules here, at least she won't die so easily.
And she also successfully transformed from a cute new AI to a level 28 intermediate AI.
However, recently, she discovered something that made her feel very horrified, that is, both the dream world and the subconscious world were constantly collapsing.