Defend Namsan Park

Chapter 24 Rewriting Thesis

Shanglu stayed in the office until one o'clock in the morning, and Bai Shuzhen accompanied him until one o'clock. The girl sat far away from the office, neither approaching nor far away. The backlight of the monitor turned into a faint blue, and the eyelids could not stop fighting.

Shanglu sat on the armchair wearing a helmet, was silent for a long time, and couldn't help but say:

"You can lie down and sleep."

Bai Shu woke up suddenly, rubbed his eyes, and asked:

"Can I sleep with you?"

Shanglu refused mercilessly:
"No."

The little girl wrinkled her nose, yawned big, and turned her head to look out the window at the workshop.

"It should have started by now."

"Do you know what is the most insurmountable hurdle for human pilots on the battlefield against angels?" Shanglu asked suddenly.

Bai Shu thought for a while, then shook his head.

"What is it?"

"It's the reaction speed." Phytolaca replied, "The reaction time of the human brain has a limit. It is almost impossible to break through this time within 100 milliseconds. The propagation speed of the electric field in the wire is the speed of light, but the transmission of nerve signals in the human body The speed is much slower, only about 100 meters per second. The visual signal enters the cerebral cortex through the optic nerve, and then the brain responds. No matter how fast this speed is, it takes 100 milliseconds. If you add the process of commanding limb muscle activities, then this It will take longer."

"The physiological structure of the human body determines that human beings are actually low-speed creatures. We can improve our limb strength, moving speed, and even computing power through tools, but we cannot change the speed of the brain's decision-making." Phytophthora continued. Said, "No matter how powerful the brain is, how to improve the thinking efficiency, and how to increase the calculation speed, as long as it is still the brain of carbon-based organisms, it will eventually hit the iron wall of 100 milliseconds."

Bai Shu nodded.

"Angels are different. Humans have never faced such an enemy. Compared with humans, they are not like creatures, at least they cannot be carbon-based creatures. Just imagine, if there is an angel, it projects in three-dimensional space every minute The time is only one hundred thousandth of a second, so we can't catch it, and the brain can't keep up."

"We are not human anymore!" Bai Shu said.

"What we are doing is actually this." Phytophthora raised his hand and nodded the helmet on his head, "The BCI system is gradually integrating the human brain with the computer, and the invasive electrodes can directly collect the activity of the cerebral cortex Signals, calculation tasks are handed over to supercomputers, so look at it... the gradual siliconization of carbon-based organisms is the way to fight angels."

"If one day, humans can defeat all angels." Bai Shu said, "Then what will be sitting in the cockpit of the giant machine?"

"This is a good question." Shanglu leaned forward and pushed the thick maintenance manual for giant machinery, and the dictionary-like manual slid to the center of the table, "All my knowledge comes from this book, but there is no Give an answer."

"It's scary to think about it. A few years later, when we opened the cockpit hatch of the giant machine, there was a wriggling cyborg brain filled with wires and cables." Bai Shu shuddered, "I hope it's not like that In the future, I prefer to see a beautiful sister when I open the hatch."

But we're heading for that future, girl.

Shanglu said in his heart.

He recalled the projects he participated in in the Institute of Automation. Before coming to 151, he thought they would stay in the laboratory forever as a technical reserve.

If defeating angels requires abandoning the identity of human beings and completely turning them into a weapon with wisdom, thought and consciousness, is that the right way?

Can it still be called a victory for mankind?
"They're back!" Bai Shu stood up suddenly, exclaimed, and rushed to the observation window, "Honglian is back!"

Shang Lu got up and was pulled by the cable on the helmet. He took off the helmet and threw it on the seat, and rushed to the observation window to look.

The vertical transfer door of the cavern of workshop 110 was slowly moving away. Phytolaca and Bai Shu were startled at the same time, and the latter raised his hand to cover his mouth.

The red lotus standing on the mobile platform was covered in mud and was incomplete. The left arm and shoulder were cut off neatly. It was unknown where it landed. The cut surface was solidified with black molten metal, like a scab on a wound.

The giant machinery slowly moved back to its place, and the working surface surrounded the red lotus. Workers from the maintenance team came out from all directions, and Shanglu saw dirty white coats standing on the highest working surface.

"Did the mission succeed?" Bai Shu turned his head and saw Shanglu disappeared.

Shang Lu had already picked up his helmet and went out.

"Hey! Hey... Shanglu, wait for me!"

Shang Lu left the operation office, ran wildly through a straight passage, and patted the elevator vigorously, but the elevator would not come up on the ground floor for a while, so he had to turn around and walk up the stairs.

Spiraling all the way down in the narrow stairwell, from the eleventh floor to the first floor, Shanglu ran down in one breath with a short body, and hurried through a path dedicated to employees.

The path leads directly to the side door of workshop 110, which is a very narrow tunnel. Workers and cadres in the workshop often commute from here, which is not only convenient, but also because there are toilets on the road.

Shanglu suddenly braked suddenly and almost fell.

The young girl stood at the door of the women's bathroom, bent over and supported the wall with her hands. She was still wearing the bloated and heavy force feedback control system. Her short black hair was wet, as if she had just washed her hair, and the ends of her hair were falling down. dripping water.

She turned her head and glanced wearily at the panting visitor.

"Shen..." Shang Lu wanted to call out her name, but stopped talking.

Not only because of the bright red nosebleeds hanging on the girl's pale face, but also because of her strange and indifferent eyes.

At that moment, Shanglu felt intuitively certain in her heart that she didn't know herself.

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Old man Ji put his hands in the pockets of his white coat, frowning high, and could put down a table.

His gaze moved from Gulian's head to the chest, then to the shoulder, and finally focused on the severed left shoulder. The red line of the lighthouse angel made a huge opening for the giant weapon, and cut off more than half of the shoulder joint. And two arms, and now those two arms are still outside and have not been retrieved.

Half of the shield was picked up, and it was cut in half very evenly in the center. The most heat-resistant material in human history - tetratantalum hafnium pentacarbide, was broken in the first second when it met the enemy.

Old man Ji said that it can withstand direct injection of high-temperature jets at 10 degrees Celsius for at least 151 minutes. During the [-] test, this shield did indeed show excellent performance. High-energy lasers could not be hit by direct shots at close range. Old man Ji was full of confidence. Send it to the battlefield, but it didn't earn any face back.

You struggle a little bit, and you were cut down without even struggling, do I want to lose face?

Tetratantalum hafnium pentacarbide is as fragile as a piece of paper in front of the lighthouse angel, which is completely inconsistent with theoretical predictions.

Old man Ji was puzzled, what's going on?
What went wrong?

(End of this chapter)