The Goddess Shines on America

　　 At the Exeter Computer Research Center conference room on Sunday morning, nearly fifty programmers from the institute gathered together. Although there are not many people, they are all hackers who are young and have a lot of ideas. But in addition to Alice who presided over the meeting, there was a younger girl who was particularly noticeable. Ada, a Chinese girl, sat beside the host in excitement and impatiently. She was invited.

　　 So, when the last companion arrived, Alice spoke like this: "Ladies...no ladies, little girls, and gentlemen, good morning everyone."

　　 "Hey, Neo." Somewhere on a big round table, Kevin Mitnick wore sunglasses and said, "Don't talk nonsense, get to the point!"

　　His voice just fell, and Bob Lean at the other end of the round table also smiled: "That's right, I'm busy being called by you, hurry up and get to the point!"

　　 "Agree to both of you, let's get to the point quickly." This is Harry Purness with potato chips in his mouth but not chewing. The potato chips were delivered by his girlfriend this morning.

　　 "Oh, it seems that everyone is a pragmatist." Since the routine greetings failed to get any benefit, Alice slumped and said, "Then I'll just start talking."

　　 It's no wonder that everyone doesn't wait to see themselves, after all, the regular meeting always starts on Monday, and the current one is gathered by her abruptly. Many of you are either obsessive-compulsive or calendar robots. Interrupting your habitual lifestyle is the most annoying.

　　 "Have you heard of a person's name?" Alice intends to use this as an entry point: "Anim Zola?"

Rather than randomly looking for someone in the global household registration file, the employees in front of you are the most appropriate choice. Alice knows better than anyone else that 99% of the employees in her institute are all kinds of dishonest masters. Hackers, the information resources they have are all cia-level!

　　 However, when she asked this question expectantly, everyone looked at each other.

Of course, everyone knows that Alice does not ask stupid questions, and everyone here happens to be very "learned" "miscellaneous". Since Alice asked so, it must be that she really wants to find such a character.

　　 But really...no impression!

　　 "Anim Zola?" Bob Lean touched the big square chin and said, "I haven't heard of it, Neo, which character is this new power supply?"

Kevin Mitnick thoughtfully said: "The last name Zola is very impressive, but I am really not impressed. Believe me, boss, if I have heard of it, I will definitely tell you. of."

　　 Harry Purness finished the potato chips and wondered: "Neo, are you sure this is not a sequelae of the dc acquisition you just bought?"

　　 Others are okay, Harry’s question is a bit too much, Alice stared at him: "What do you mean? Can I imagine a superhero for you to guess?"

　　 A colleague spoke: "Neo, you should tell us who he is first? Just a person's name, the search range is too broad, right?"

　　 "About this...you can look at this." There was nothing to hide, and Alice fetched the set of algorithm files from the desk behind her. Of course, she didn't boringly print out the three hundred pages of the document to fifty cents, but simply divided the pages into fifty cents, and then threw them to everyone one by one.

　　 Next, there was naturally a silent silence, but this silence belonged to the programmers only. Taking advantage of this emptiness, Ada, who was sitting next to Alice, began to be dishonest.

　　 "Sister Alice," she said curiously and seriously, "You gave them something written by that person?"

"Smart!" Alice touched the little sister's head. After all, in this situation, most people often think of only character introduction: "This Zola seems to be a programmer, and what I show you is an algorithm written by him. ."

　　 Programming and algorithms are not something that Ida can understand, but she knows how to observe. The only thing an ordinary ten-year-old girl can and should do when she comes to the Institute of Advanced Studies is observation. She immediately observed that when the group of former hackers and current researchers who claimed to be geniuses got along on weekdays, each of them stared roundly, looking at the documents in their hands in shock and like a treasure, and looked up when they lowered their heads. Can't get up.

　　 "What a great look." Edda silently concluded that these people are in their current state of reading. As far as she knows, they will only appear when Alice presents her programming code. This is the case every time. When Alice writes out a bunch of codes at random, the hackers will read it with great interest and relish for a while, as if it were a world-famous book.

　　 And what Ida is observing now is that these people are looking at these algorithms now, almost as if they are looking at Alice's own code. Just because of some "you know" reasons, while they were surprised and surprised, they were also shocked and surprised.

　　 Ada won't take the initiative to speak. Boss Alice is naturally more happy to pretend to be deep, and even poses with her hands under her chin. Time passed by in silence, and the thirty pages of code actually made them watch for less than half an hour. Then, when the third moment was about to arrive, these masters, who were basically at the same speed, put down the materials in their hands one by one, and they all looked emotional and shocked.

　　 Just like that, one person after another kept putting down the material, and after a minute of effort, the reading finally stopped.

　　 was silent for another seven or eight seconds, and Alice said, "How do you feel, everyone, what do you think?"

　　 Ada looked left and right, cleverly silent, playing the role of her own mascot.

"Huh..." With a long sigh, Kevin Mitnick took off the sunglasses he was still wearing even when reading the information: "Alice, I'm sure you didn't write this algorithm. Although you have this level, But it’s not this style."

"Yes, yes," Harry Purness said with bright eyes: "If Alice, your programming style is as good as a person, then this algorithm obviously also has the character of another person. Style, a kind of..."

　　 Ada couldn't help but interrupt: "The programming code can also reflect the author's character!?"

　　 The little girl is really shocked, what and what is this all about. To talk about a wonderful literary work, critics can certainly feel the author's writing style from the words and sentences, but how can there be such things as programming stuff?

　　 "Of course there is!" Hearing that Little Ada actually questioned him, Harry immediately became anxious with her: "Every program has a soul, such as..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Alice was extremely prompt to interrupt his people to go crazy: "Wait when we really develop the three-dimensional... ah, when the ternary computer is developed to the level of'I, robot', you go and He or she will talk about love, stop now!"

Then, she squinted her eyes again and looked at Harry threateningly: "Besides, you said that my programming style is as good as a person, so Harry, you come to tell me what kind of person I am. chant?"

　　 It's going to digress. Kevin Mitnick quickly took the lead in persuading the boss, so that Alice let the poor fat man go over. Leaving someone in a cold sweat, she returned to the topic and said: "Okay, although you all read only a part of the code, you must be able to realize something."

"This is an algorithm based on probability and statistics, using a matrix as a means to realize the evolutionary derivation of the future trend of the data source. I don't care to what extent it can be practical, and whether this algorithm has the possibility of improvement. Sex, what I need to do now is to find this programmer. Everyone has no doubts, right?"

　　 I want to say that among the hackers in this room, apart from Alice, who has the most prestige, of course, nothing is more prestigious than Kevin, who has invaded the Pentagon many times and fought against Alice himself. He put on his sunglasses again now, with a cool touch of hair, and leaned back on the chair.

"This is too simple. Anyway, we have a supercomputer underground. Let us big guys use it as a computer and turn the world's network over the sky! I don't believe that guy can not go online at all, Alice, you I must have noticed that the data source of this algorithm is completely based on the'n+1' structure, and it is not used to evolve a single thing. Think about it, what other data source in the world can be better than the entire Internet huge?"

　　 The same word has many meanings in different contexts, and of course everyone can understand it. Immediately, an applause rang immediately, and the excited Harry looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle with a dreamy face, and he didn't know what was so good about the vent in the corner.

"Then this is a very troublesome job." Even if Alice speaks in the lively scene, everyone must be quiet immediately: "After all, you haven't even heard of his name, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Obviously this guy didn't use this name to walk through the rivers and lakes. After all, are you all old rivers and lakes. Let a group of old rivers and lakes find someone who doesn't even know the old rivers and lakes. Do you think about what to do?

　　 This is indeed a problem, so Kevin immediately asked: "The most critical question, where did you get this data source?"

Undoubtedly, Brudy’s deeds will be exposed to everyone, and after learning that this elite former SEAL sniper actually confused himself for the sake of being so embarrassed, good fellow, conference room Laughing again, no one really gave the front desk brother any face.

　　 "No, no, I really can't do it! Wow hahaha~ I really laughed at me~"

　　 "Then, puff, then hurry up and deal with that drilling rig company. Puff, boss, this is your job."

"No, no, don't make trouble, I'm going to die of laughter. Wait, Neo, postpone the meeting." At the end of the laugh, Harry, who collapsed under his chair, got up and laughed feebly: "I said buddy Guys, everyone has come out of the medical room now, and they are at the front desk now. Let's go and make fun of him together!"

　　So, with someone's acquiescence in joy, the swarms of wolves and crying ghosts rushed out of the meeting room like a surge, all the way towards the building.

　　 Then, Alice, who was still in the conference room, asked Ada next to him: "Girl, will you make Brudy's fault?"

　　 Little Ada looked at her with an eyebrow: "What a joke!?" (To be continued.)