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During his stay in Regenberg, Luo Binhan had already read all the important news about current affairs in the past two years, as well as the new round of strange accents on the Chinese Internet.Some of the content made him feel old, and he might not be able to keep up with the fashion of the times soon, but most of them were within the scope of his understanding.He also paid attention to several emerging technology concept stocks, mainly in energy and materials, but also in information technology.Several social accounts that incorporate chatbots are getting a lot of attention online.He'd seen one of them posting on social networking sites, but he wasn't much interested in it himself.There are as many intelligences as there are artificial intelligence, this sentence he already had before he was captured by Jing Huang.

A program that can pretend to speak human language, Luo Binhan doesn't think it is so mysterious, and he doesn't yearn to get in touch with such a thing.He didn't understand Malcolm's strong curiosity about this, Liu Ling and Yu Qingshu's seeming worries, but then again, he estimated that his sensitivity to technological progress was far worse than ordinary people .After all, he was used to harassing everyone on the spaceship, and Li Li still hangs around in his bedroom from time to time.

He never thought a local researcher could build something like it.The huge technical gap, although he didn't understand the principle, could be seen by an illiterate.Therefore, when Anthony said that he also made a chat robot, Luo Binhan didn't know whether he should express his admiration, or whether it was just a small skill for programmers.

"Uh," he said, "it's pretty good?"

"It's just a waste of time." Anthony said wearily, "The model is ready-made, you just need to feed the parameters into it... In short, I spent a lot of time adjusting, let the feedback of this program and her I am becoming more and more like myself."

"You're talking about simulating your ex-girlfriend's mind."

"No, not at all. You're talking what those guys are trying to fool fools with."

On professional issues, Luo Binhan has long been used to being treated as a fool.He asked Anthony to explain what the hell was going on, but better not use too much jargon.His request made the other party almost end the chat.But in the end the idiot won, and the more professional a person is, the weaker he is in his ability to endure fallacies and ignorance.

Anthony leaned on the back of the chair to search his stomach, his eyes were blank, and he didn't speak for a long time.When Luo Binhan thought he was going to give up, he said dryly, "It's like...like gardening."

"Oh. What do you say?"

"You trim the shrubs to the shape you want, like an animal, or a castle or something. You can cut it to be very realistic... I mean, it doesn't have to be gardening, you can also think of it as waxwork or pottery, whatever. You're imitating a different thing with one thing, making them behave similarly in certain circumstances, but their underlying principles are completely different...do you know what I mean?"

Anthony tugs at his hair in frustration.Luo Binhan also had to admit that this person might not be a good orator.But this kind of thought didn't show on his face, because experience showed that it would probably make the other party refuse to speak again.Instead, he put on a look of interest and encouraged the other party to continue talking.

"You mean," he pushed the freshly peeled peanuts, "you're programming like you're cutting a bush? Are you trying to cut it to look more like your ex-girlfriend?"

"Adjusting the parameters is like pruning a shrub," Anthony said, "but the way a plant grows is different from a living person. If you don't prune, the plant will grow according to its own rules, and it cannot be in a natural state. It looks like an animal, because it has a whole set of independent internal mechanisms, photosynthesis, chloroplasts, cell walls... It uses a different model from animals, I mean, programs and humans use different models, programs There may also be different models used between the program and the program."

"Like making animal statues out of different materials? Some shrubs, some clay?"

"Yes, that's what it means."

"But they don't have minds, and they can't move like living things."

"It doesn't make any difference," said Anthony anxiously. "If you've got a trick up your sleeve, you can even make a porcelain puppet sing or play a lyre...but they don't really understand their actions the way people do—I don't mean them." Impossible to understand, the point is, they don't understand in the same way as humans."

"You make it sound like the program can really think." Luo Binhan asked strangely, "Has our technology advanced to this level?"

Anthony groaned. "Neural Networks."

"what?"

"I'm talking about the artificial neural network - it's one of the computational models we use now, and it's a replica of the way biological brain nerves transmit information. All the nodes, the order, the weights... that's the model, or the bush itself .And if you want to give it a personality, you only need to trim its shape, adjust its adjustment parameters and environment, and you don’t need to touch its basic model. In fact, you can’t intervene, because the whole set of mechanisms is too complicated Well, that's an algorithmic version of brain surgery. We can't do as much as doctors, they have a correct prototype sample to use as a reference. But anyway, if you ask me the artificial intelligence developed by the neural network model Can they think, at least I think they can, but the way of thinking is different from ours. You should know, now they say that plants and fish can think, so it makes no sense to rule out the way of thinking of algorithms. "

"You say yes." Luo Binhan said absently.He wasn't sure he understood Anthony exactly, but the technical topic of hauntings had crept into his ears. "However...how did we convert human brain nerves into algorithms? It can't be dissected by living people, right?"

"I don't know exactly what equipment they used, but they somehow managed to copy the response of neurons when people make decisions. It has nothing to do with the actual transmitter, you just need to know what is active in the system How to correlate and assign weights is enough. But I have also heard of neural network models that may involve anatomy... I don’t remember clearly, there is a neural network model that uses cat brain nerves to simulate.”

"Oh?" Robin Han said.Before he knew it, he had forgotten the beginning of the topic, straightened up and stared at the opposite party intently.

"What's wrong?" Anthony asked sensitively, "What word did I use wrong?"

"I won't know if you use it wrong." Luo Binhan said, "I don't understand your technical matters. But you might as well talk about that cat model again. Does it think things like a cat?"

He thought he didn't see anything wrong, but Anthony sneaked a few suspicious glances. "I haven't studied that model carefully," he said, "but I heard that a team used it for decision-making training. They played a mouse-catching game - you get points for every mouse you catch, and you The time spent will cause points to be deducted, hitting the wall will also deduct points, and hitting the doghouse will directly end the game. In this way, if the algorithm wants to get the highest score, it must study the best course of action. They want to make the algorithm smarter through this training."

"and then?"

"The algorithm has learned to kill itself every time it starts," Anthony said. The best solution to come up with."

"A clean life." Luo Binhan said.There was no emotion in what he said, it was just a casual conversation.Anthony suddenly looked at him thoughtfully.

"You didn't use this algorithm model to stuff your girlfriend's data, did you?" Luo Binhan asked, "And then it started to persuade you to jump off a building?"

"I don't use this mod. But..."

"Did I really advise you to jump off the building?"

"It sent me a message that shouldn't have been there."

Luo Binhan looked at him in confusion.Anthony thought about it for a long time, and finally collapsed suddenly. "I've been training it to speak. I make it more like her language habits in answering questions, and then the way of thinking in answering questions."

"How can you make a program think more like someone?"

"It's still a matter of pruning the branches and leaves. You only need to have enough training sets to let it form internal paths by itself." Anthony said impatiently, "It's still a manual job in essence, so I don't actually expect to be able to make an internal path." What's coming... I'm just killing the time, looking for ideas—"

"Find out how your ex-girlfriend broke up with you." Luo Binhan added somewhat maliciously.

Anthony pretended not to hear him.His face had already turned red from the alcohol, so Luo Binhan couldn't see what was going on.He said vigorously: "Two weeks ago, I made an interface between it and my other programs, so that it can do more complex calculations and associations, but the data set is still closed-I don't want it to go online. Even grabbing the news, let it use the learning materials I provided-then I gave it a few simple spelling puzzles, just let it try to make up a sentence in a limited alphabet. I, we used to do it a lot this game……"

"Is this what you two play between lovers?" Luo Binhan asked in shock.

"What's wrong with that?"

Robin Han is hard to say.He secretly updated some stereotypes about foreigners in his heart.This is of course unreasonable, but before he always felt that foreigners would be as boring as Malcolm when they talked to each other.He felt that he should not continue to make a fuss, and he would inevitably appear inexperienced.This is very inconsistent with his current personality.

"How does your program perform?" he asked. "Does it find all the sentences? I guess it does it easier than a human?"

"Why do you think so?"

"Shouldn't this be common sense?"

Anthony seemed about to say something, but gave up.He decisively declared that the problem was irrelevant, that he was not "smart" doing the procedure himself.Has insufficient computing resources and a limited thesaurus.The former is limited by financial resources, while the latter is his intention.He didn't want the program to spell out words it shouldn't have because it had an unfiltered online corpus.It also shouldn't be able to spell sentences it shouldn't have, because its training model is simply not mature enough to understand grammar.

On a certain day just a week ago, when Anthony Kent walked back to his guest room from the restaurant, he found that a window with a smiling face had popped up on the screen.

This window is set by himself to notify the completion progress of the training set.When the program thinks it has found all the hidden sentences in the alphabet, it sends him a smiley face, followed by a document attachment with all the answers, the total time spent and the resulting score.Due to the influence of the time coefficient, the comprehensive score is often negative. He is also accustomed to this and is not going to adjust the calculation rules.He just felt that it ended its mission earlier than usual today.And then he saw the rating. 9 points.

He looked at it seriously again.It was indeed a positive 9 points, a high score he had never encountered in training.This doesn't make sense, and it's probably a mistake.So he opened the attachment that recorded all the sentences, and found only a single line where there should have been at least six answers:

There is a time for everything.A time to live and a time to die.

At first, Anthony stared at the line suspiciously, thinking that there was something wrong with the conditional parameters he set himself.The game was supposed to end when at least six sentences were spelled out and no new results could be found, but now there was only one sentence, which wasn't even in the standard answer he had prepared.He read the line again, recognizing that it was undoubtedly a reference to Chapter 3 of Ecclesiastes, the timed poem said to have been written by King Solomon.At that time, a bone-piercing electric current suddenly passed through his back, and he realized that this sentence would never appear in the language library he had set in advance.For the program in this computer, it spells out a philosophical statement that never existed in the world.

"Are you so sure?" Luo Binhan asked when he heard this, "There are no particularly unpopular words in this statement, maybe it is a random combination of them?"

"No, that's not the case... I haven't had time to teach it grammar yet. Without the existing database, it's not even 20.00% likely to get a long sentence right."

"Then what kind of database is yours? Are you sure you didn't accidentally put this sentence in it yourself?"

"This is impossible."

"Why? Don't you ever misplace things?"

Anthony looked at him morosely for a moment. "Because this sentence comes from the Bible, I have long banned all sentences from the Bible."

"And what is this for? Piety?"

"No, nothing to do with that."

He didn't explain further.Robin Han saw that this was a rather private secret, and it might not be important for explaining the strange things Anthony was currently encountering.He no longer pursued it, but wondered how a forbidden word slipped into the private program. "Are you sleepwalking?" he asked ramblingly. "Maybe you have a double personality? Who came into your room by accident? Did your pet step on the keyboard?"

"I'm staying in a hotel," Anthony said.He didn't even bother to answer the first two hypotheses, but he talked about how he checked the database and operation logs, and concluded that this could not be done by the program spontaneously.Someone has touched the parameters he set, and even fed other training sets. This problem alone is enough to drive people crazy, and this does not explain why the end conditions he set for the training game did not work.He checked everything, at least from the moment he got back into the room, everything was set up exactly as he had done.Maybe someone has changed it and restored it - that means his computer has been compromised.He asked the service staff of the hotel, and even asked to call the surveillance, which made him very unhappy.But no one had actually been in his room, so it could only have been a non-physical intrusion.

Anthony Kent couldn't understand how this happened, as if some mischievous elf had sneaked into his room and left such an abrupt gift in his program.He couldn't find any traces of intrusion, and he could only wonder if someone had tampered with it at the hardware level.Regardless, it is no longer safe to continue using this computer for personal projects.He completely removed and wiped the sensitive data inside, almost physically destroying it.But a little reluctance stopped him from going to the hardware store to buy a hammer—he still couldn't figure out who could tamper with his computer, a mysterious person defeated him, but at least he had to find a way.So he took the computer to a repair shop, not just any roadside repair shop, but a friend of his abroad who was good at it.Now the new computer is still being debugged, but he himself is distraught and his life has been completely disrupted.

What a mess.Speaking of this, he admitted to Robin Han.There was already an obvious drunkenness on his face, and he gradually became incoherent when he spoke. "I prefer to believe in ghosts," he confusedly threw the plastic ball made of toast bags into the wine glass, "it would be a good thing if ghosts did this!" He began to speak in English, but Luo Binhan couldn't understand a few words slang, followed by abbreviations.Before this person completely fell into a state of drinking madness, Luo Binhan quickly snatched his wine glass and went to the counter to pour him a glass of warm water.

"You've drunk too much." He was half persuading and half forcing the other person to drink a few sips of water, Anthony's expression looked like he was going to vomit at any time, "How did you survive with this amount of alcohol?"

"I slept ten hours in total this week." Anthony said vaguely, lying on the table weakly.Luo Binhan was really shocked.He didn't feel much about the electronic ghost stories the man told, because in his opinion, Anthony Kent was just an ordinary programmer, and he was not very old in this field.This person's professional level is questionable, maybe some powerful hacker has targeted him and made a not-so-kind joke with him, but he made a fuss and concluded that this matter is absolutely impossible.But the haggardness of this person opened his eyes, as if an abnormality in a program meant that the whole world collapsed—maybe it was just too sad, Luo Binhan said to himself in his heart, maybe this person made himself so embarrassed because of something. Off ex-girlfriend.

The thought made him feel suddenly more sympathetic to Anthony Kent.What he thought of was Zhou Yu from a few years ago.During that period of time, they were like grass and trees, and they didn't want to let go of any seemingly ridiculous clues.On a dead midnight, Zhou Yu fell asleep in the living room. He walked into the study with nothing to do, opened the anthology of Sappho poems left by Zhou Yu in the deepest part of the bookcase, and found it between the pages. Two or three densely packed notes.All kinds of weird things were written on it in Zhou Yu's handwriting, like human bones or nettles. At first he thought these were some unpopular prescriptions, but he didn't realize it until the word "ghost" appeared. Where things are going.He immediately put the papers back in place, pretending he didn't find anything, but he knew in his heart that they couldn't go on like this.Maybe it was on that night that he had already accepted the reality of Zhou Yu's disappearance, and he was going to let Zhou Yu accept it one day later.

He should have acted then, but it was too difficult to speak.It was to nail a coffin to a missing person.So he didn't say anything until Zhou Yu ended up in the hospital for cutting his wrist in the bathroom.He was sure that Zhou Yu didn't intend to commit suicide. It was not a sign of excellent professionalism for a medical student to commit suicide by cutting his wrists.Luo Binhan didn't want to think about it any further.He sighed, and said to himself, did Zhou Yu at that time look more normal than Anthony in front of him?All of a sudden, he felt that a heavy responsibility fell on his shoulders, and he couldn't leave such an unaccompanied drunk from a foreign country.

"Where is your hotel?" He tapped Anthony's drooping head, "Should I send you back?"

Anthony uttered a few sounds vaguely, but he couldn't understand them at all.Luo Binhan couldn't help regretting, suspecting that his appearance made this guy who lacked someone to confide in temporarily superior.If he hadn't asked anything, he'd probably be home and sleeping by now instead of rummaging under the counter for hangover pills or clean towels.He was still fumbling around among bags of coffee beans marked with different origins and roasting degrees. Anthony staggered over and vomited on the ground.A pungent odor filled the room.

"Are you kidding me?" Luo Binhan said angrily. He had to get up from the counter and walk over to give the other person some air so that no one would choke to death on the vomit first. "You'd better go and lie down in bed. Where is your hotel?"

Anthony couldn't speak for a while, probably still tortured by the smell of vomit, but just pointed to his pocket.Luo Binhan reached in and touched an access card. At this moment, there was movement at the store door, and two noisy voices suddenly appeared.

"Shut up!" one person yelled, "If you keep making noise, I'll put you in the pot!"

Not to be outdone, those who were threatened shouted back: "MAYDAY! MAYDAY!"

Luo Binhan couldn't help turning his head to look.When he heard the latter voice, he was so surprised that he almost forgot about Anthony, and when the oncoming person saw him, the boredom on his face froze all of a sudden.The birdcage he was holding was not covered with gauze, and a gorgeous budgerigar squatted inside, looking around arrogantly.When it saw Luo Binhan, it flapped its wings impatiently.

"Captain!" it cried happily, and it came down and pecked at the cage door, "Captain! Captain!"

Luo Binhan calmly pulled his hand out of Anthony's pocket.He looked at the young man with the flower-dyed hair holding the cage in his hand, and at the parrot delighted to see an acquaintance, completely confused about the situation he was in.