"This is a blatant invasion! A blatant provocation! A blatant contempt for the Pentagon..."
In a corner of that famous building, a slightly bald man was roaring in the office lobby and pacing back and forth.
In the hall, everyone was trembling.
Chris was sitting in the corner of the hall, listening to the BOSS's roar, but his men were not idle, constantly checking parameters and logs.
Yeming's arrogant tweet frankly admitted that he had hacked into the ultra-high-definition spy satellite that was launched only last year. Of course, for Chris's team, this is not important.
What they want to find out is how the other party completed the invasion without anyone noticing, and whether the person who completed the invasion was Aita.
This is very important - although they can guess that the opponent is most likely using Aita.
Yes, they admit that strong AI is almost omnipotent on the Internet.
For example, they are a team of 50 top hackers.
But a strong AI, with the support of computing power and network, can completely transform into a super hacker team composed of 500,000, 5 million, or even more people!
This kind of working ability is crushing for human beings...
But this does not mean that they completely allow fish to be eaten.
First, the number of vulnerabilities is limited.
Secondly, any online behavior has traces.
There is no trace, that is not AI, that is the legendary electronic ghost.
If this thing really exists, then stop using any techniques and surrender is the only option.
"Tommy, I found some springboards." Chris whispered: "From Mexico."
"Well, I'm from India." Tommy from the next work station leaned over and whispered: "But these springboards have been tracked before, which is not enough to prove that they are from Aita - the reason why these logs are kept is
It’s because the network speed is too slow and the response time is insufficient.”
"So, it looks artificial."
The two people communicated softly, and suddenly found that there was no sound in front of them.
When he looked up, he saw the BOSS glaring at him angrily.
Chris quickly shut up.
"Chris, what do you think?"
"No."
"Then shut up! You have 24 hours to get evidence of the super AI invasion!"
Chris looked confused: "He has already sent satellite photos, what other evidence does he need?"
When BOSS heard this, he became furious again: "Let you pay more attention to social media, pay more attention!"
When Chris was confused, Tommy quietly handed over the phone.
——When the building safety center issued an emergency announcement, Mr. Yeming quoted the announcement and immediately commented and forwarded it.
"You are allowed to interfere with the GPS signal of my car, and you are allowed to track and photograph my car 24 hours a day, but you are not allowed to take a look at it. What's going on?"
"Are you still saying that I invaded illegally? Are you going to declare me a terrorist next? Then start a militia attack?"
…
Jiangcheng.
In the evening, Ye Ming sat cross-legged on the sofa leisurely, Aita was rubbing his shoulders behind him, and "Xiao Hei" was standing on the TV wall, projecting Twitter images.
He Mo and Zhong Lei were sitting next to each other, both of them had strange expressions.
——Following Ye Ming's tweet, related accounts also expressed condemnation, saying that high-definition tracking of a scientist's personal car is a very bad incident. (Modified)
"Are you feeling comfortable?" He Mo turned to look at him.
"Comfortable." Ye Ming coughed: "Look, when dealing with gangsters, you have to behave more like a bachelor."
"But BOSS, you have really formed a problem." Zhong Lei laughed and joked from the side: "If the real militia comes, we will all be in trouble!"
Ye Ming laughed.
"But I think it's pretty good." A smile appeared on He Mo's lips.
She had seen Ye Ming quarrel with him several times, and he always said "I want to declare that I am a terrorist"...
It makes people angry to death just by looking at it.
For example, after he replied this sentence, the Pentagon fell silent.
Can you try it with someone else?
"In terms of public opinion, we just lack a loudmouth king. You are both influential and temperamental - well, anyway, this persona has been established, and it just happens to expose all the shameful things on the other side."
"I'm afraid Twitter will ban your account." Zhong Lei laughed again: "If your account is banned, what will you do?"
"They don't dare."
He Mo and Zhong Lei became curious at the same time.
"Why?"
"The people at Twitter know that's my bottom line."
He Mo: "..."
Zhong Lei: "..."
"Okay, get ready to rest." Ye Ming breathed out softly, smiled and gave the eviction order: "Don't worry, I still cherish my life. Aita has already conducted a heuristic search, but due to the speed of the international network, I have to sort it out.
It’s a bit troublesome to watch. But overall...everyone who came this time came with the hope of their respective countries, so don’t worry too much.”
"Well, good night then."
…
The next day, the controlled nuclear fusion conference officially began.
Unlike the "exhibitions" held in Silicon Valley, where all the people and Internet celebrities come to watch the excitement, the Controlled Nuclear Fusion Conference is essentially a serious academic report conference.
And the participants are also invited - except for a few countries that are jumping up and down like kangaroos on certain issues, and countries that are holding semiconductor conferences, other countries have some ideas in the field of controllable nuclear fusion, or
Anyone who needs it is invited.
It's just that some countries invite scientific research teams, and some invite relevant leaders of the energy department.
The agenda of the conference was divided into two days. On the first day, there was a fusion reactor tour in the morning, academic reports in the afternoon, and academic discussions on the second day.
In the morning, more than 200 invited participants put on simultaneous interpretation headsets for which Aita was responsible for the whole process, and then followed the staff into the core area of the reactor in batches.
…
Schumaker was the third batch to enter the reactor.
Looking at the group of African officials who had just left the house wearing suits and ties and pretending to be intellectuals...
Looking at several familiar scholars and colleagues from the European Atomic Energy Agency in front of him, he fully believed that the visiting batch had undergone background checks.
That's good. You can't expect a bunch of scientists and old black officials to chat together, right?
"We are about to enter the core area of the reactor. Please take out the disposable foot gloves at the doorway and put them on. Thank you for your cooperation."
As the passage approached, Aita's voice came to Schumaker's ears.
"Thanks."
Schumaker took the footmuffs handed over by a scholar in front of him who looked Asian, and said in German with a smile.
The other person was in his forties, had a kind face, wore very wide glasses, and replied in Japanese with a smile.
"You're welcome, my name is Takeshi Sakamoto, from the University of Tokyo. Where are you?"
"My name is Schumaker, and I currently work at the European Atomic Energy Center."
The two introduced each other and walked into the hall with a smile.
