Chapter 1057: Beltira's Technical Route

Bud looked at Andersa standing in front of him—the figure of the little girl running towards him clumsily in the courtyard in his mind had gone a little bit far away, and finally only some broken silhouettes remained, mixed with him In that fading memory.

Standing in front of him was a grown-up imperial lady, calm, heroic, with a tenacious will and unwavering belief, as well as her own life trajectory.

"You will return to Typhon safely - as a proof of the friendly relations between the two countries, as a good start," he thought, and said slowly, "Your Majesty... I mean His Majesty Gawain Cecil , he will pave the way and guide you in terms of public opinion, and Aldernan will also make corresponding arrangements. Part of the truth behind the war will be made public, and you will go back as a meritorious minister, instead of being defeated by the war. captured commander..."

"I know," Andersa said calmly, "this is good for both countries, and it can better play my value, but no matter what, in order for me to go back safely, Aldernan must be I have to pay something..."

"That's not something you should consider," Bud shook his head. "His Majesty Rosetta knows exactly what price he should pay for a wolf general. All you have to do is cooperate with Aldernan's decision."

"Of course, I will," Andersa said with her normal expression, but in the end she couldn't help but look at her father more, and said with a trace of hesitation, "Then you...you will come back... ..."

Bard seemed to have expected that the other party would mention this matter sooner or later, and his answer was clear: "I no longer belong to Typhon, and I am not fit to appear in Aldernan, whether in public or private. Wolf General Bard De Wendel's life is over, and my appearance will only affect the situation in Aldernan, so there is only one researcher Bud here. Andersa, you should understand what I mean."

"...Yes, I understand," the young wolf general could only sigh softly, then raised his head and looked in the direction of the giant tree of Thorin - she saw several aircrafts flying from afar, making low-pitched noises. The buzzing sound flew towards a crack in the bottom area of ​​the canopy, which aroused her curiosity, "It seems that there are always such strange-shaped aircrafts active nearby?"

Bud had a weird expression: "Ms. Bertila is testing to make her brain realize more functions, and let them work together independently while being far away from the mother's body-further details are technical secrets, and I can't tell you. "

Andersa: "...what are you talking about?"

"...Well, this is indeed a bit difficult to understand, so don't ask about it, it is good for your physical and mental health," Bud thought about the weird projects that were being carried out in the biochemical laboratory inside the giant tree of Thorin, and his expression suddenly became more strange , considering that even himself, the former priest of the Doomsday Society, sometimes find it difficult to understand Bertila's aesthetics, he decisively changed the subject, "We have been blowing wind in the courtyard for a long time, you just recovered , or to control the time for outdoor activities."

Andersa felt a little helpless: "I've stayed in the house for long enough, and the feeling of having nothing to do is more tiring than fighting on the battlefield."

"Nothing to do?" Bud glanced at his daughter and suddenly thought of something, "Ah, then I have some suggestions-remember the exercises we didn't finish last time? We can start with the simple ones. The equation set begins..."

Andersa: "...?!"

...

The canopy of the Sorin tree, with the breeze blowing, the huge and luxuriant leaves sway and rub against the branches, making a continuous sound like waves, but deep in the layers of swaying branches and leaves, a thick and strong wooden structure is formed. Exceptionally dense barrier frame free from any wobbling and deformation. Between these frames, multiple layers of wood are intermingled with metal partitions absorbed from the depths of the ground. connected by stairs,

Plants emitting bright and soft light illuminate these interior spaces—this is Bertila's private "personal" domain, and it is her biochemical laboratory for precise research.

Compared with the original rough prototype with only one hall, these laboratories located deep in the canopy have now expanded several times, and their internal functions and tasks they can undertake have also been further strengthened and increased. Human assistants came to help, and Bertila also made a lot of humanized transformations to its internal space. Now this "upper laboratory" has joined the "Underground Biochemical Center" in the Root Palace and the "Biochemical Center" in Solinburg. Druid Research Institute" became one of the three major biochemical laboratories in the Thorin area.

In fact, due to the unique "natural" environment and conveniences of the Solin area, this area is now undertaking more and more biochemical research tasks. The empire is increasing its capital and talent investment in this area every quarter, and more and more druids have come here with their projects, as if this land that has been reborn from the ashes has become a living creature of the Cecil Empire. Technology Center.

This was a scene that Beltira had never imagined when he climbed out from the depths of the ruined underground palace and faced this unrecognizable land with an unrecognizable attitude.

In a certain oval hall in the depths of the upper laboratory, the half-human, half-plant Bertila moved lightly and silently in the room supported by many roots, checking the nerve nodes on the nearby walls, and on the wall at the end of the hall were Inlaid with a huge magic energy crystal, the crystal shines and projects a holographic projection from the outside world, and the aircraft on the projection is landing smoothly in the giant tree hangar.

A hunched little old man with white beard and hunched back in a short black coat stood in front of the projection, watching intently that the aircraft docked smoothly, saw the hatch on its upper floor open, and a huge brain was separated from the nutrients Come out, watch it pat the liquid droplets hanging on the main body with the nerve tentacles, and then fly towards a certain passage in the hangar.

"...These 'brains' are becoming more and more surprising now." The little old man turned around and looked at Beltira. "Are you also controlling these subtle operations?"

"I can control it directly, but it's very inefficient to do so," Bertila said without turning his head, passing by not far away, "Such a simple thing can completely pre-set logic, allowing the 'brain' to judge what to do by itself After all, they are highly efficient thinking organs themselves, and it is even easier to give them simple independent intelligence than to write logic in the iron man's mental core."

Pittman blinked: "Ah, I forgot, you were also a Gondor back then."

"As the chief druid of the empire, have you come all this way to study how my 'synthetic brain' flies around?" Bertila finally stopped from his busy schedule, and looked at it in confusion. Pittman glanced at it, and on the entire wall behind her, more than a dozen culture sacs neatly arranged were floating with rhythmic dark red light, moving slightly like a heart.

"Observing these 'synthetic brains' of yours is indeed the main purpose of my visit this time—using a word invented by Your Majesty, this is called 'inspection'," Pittman said with a smile, and walked towards Bertila, "Your Majesty, I'm very satisfied with the performance of the psionic choir and the wetware server, and I'm also very interested in your 'synthetic brain', so let me take a look at these things... Are you busy now?"

"Can't you see it?" Bertila wanted to roll her eyes, but her nervous system forgot how to make this human expression, so she had to spread her hands, and then she turned around, pointing her arms to those fixed on the wall. "The improved second-generation synthetic brains are at a critical stage of development, and I must ensure that each of them is healthy and strong until they are fully mature."

As Beltira's words fell, the culture sacs made a slight friction sound at the same time, and then their tough and thick outer skin slid off one by one under the pull of the muscle group, revealing the transparent inner part like some kind of giant egg. shell, and the dormant "brains" are submerged in the translucent nutrient solution inside the shell. Large and small nerve fibers and nutrient conduits connect these things. Between some conduits, you can also see Until there is a glimmer of light.

Looking at this scene, Pittman couldn't help but twitch his eyelids: "Sure enough, it was a wise move for me to quit teaching halfway..."

"Don't you think they are somewhat cute?" Bertila couldn't help but glance at Pittman. She knew that this "Imperial Chief Druid" was actually a member of the Death of All Things Society, even her The subordinates of those days, but these old relationships have long gone with time, and people who live today choose to get along with each other with a normal heart, "I have adjusted their size and shape as much as possible, and everyone who comes into contact with them should We all know that these 'brains' are very gentle and harmless, and their favorite food is even candies and bush berries..."

Pittman couldn't help but rubbed his forehead: "...It's strange enough that these 'synthetic brains' can forage for food on their own, who cares about their recipes?"

Bertila didn't seem to hear Pittman's muttering, she just checked the state of those immature "brains", and recorded every nerve fluctuation of them in detail at the moment. These complex neuroengineering products at the end of development are still unable to carry out complete thinking activities at this moment. They are sleeping like babies, and only occasionally some hazy and chaotic "thoughts" appear in the interconnected neural nodes less than half a time. Seconds of signal impulses - no one can hear their "dream talking", only Bertila can hear these low and trivial "voices", and these "voices" play an important role in judging the status of the synthetic brain.

"Actually, there's one thing I've always been curious about," Pittman didn't care about Bertila's attitude, he just said casually while observing those synthetic brains, "I saw the structure diagrams of those wetware servers—you seem to be Insist on making the top of the cockpit transparent. Why not add an opaque cover? You know, a lot of soldiers get freaked out when they first touch that thing, and your 'synthetic brain' probably doesn't need it Use ordinary vision to observe the surrounding environment."

Beltira finished checking the conditions of all the synthetic brains. She controlled the closing of the protective layers of each culture sac, and at the same time replied seriously: "Every brain should have the right to bathe in the sun..."

"No, normal brains don't bathe in sunlight at all!" Pittman almost snapped his beard and stared at him, "You just can't control your photosynthesis impulse!"

"Photosynthesis..." Bertila was stunned for a moment, as if waking up from a dream, and after standing there for a few seconds, he muttered to himself to break the silence, "Ah, that's how it is... no wonder I always feel that the bottom of my nervous system There is a cognitive error that cannot be ruled out...it turns out to be like this..."

She shook her head, with a self-deprecating tone: "I see, I will follow the advice of other technicians and add a shielding shell to the subsequent synthetic brain container. Sorry, it seems that I caused some trouble unconsciously."

"...we all understand, take your time, you will get used to it one day," Pittman sighed, pulling back the topic that had gone a little far, "Let's go back to the technical field. About the things you made Your Majesty has been paying attention to these 'synthetic brains' recently, and now we have the biggest question... Can these brains only be 'produced' by the giant tree of Thorin?"

Bertila quickly responded: "You mean whether they can be reproduced through technical means to achieve mass production and increase production?"

"Synthetic brain is a good thing, but it is a laboratory product after all at this stage. Although your laboratory is very large and can even produce synthetic brains in batches like a factory, you are the only one in the giant tree of Sorin after all," Pittman shook Shaking his head, "You have studied for so long, you should have understood the concept of 'magic industry'. In the face of the real industrial system and its potential, things that cannot be mass-produced have natural defects."

"...Of course I understand, so I have also thought about this issue during this period of time," Bertila pondered for a moment, then nodded lightly, "Theoretically, the production process of synthetic brains can indeed be carried out without the giant tree of Sorin .”

"Really?" Pittman's eyes widened in surprise, "Can you make this thing out of a factory?"

"Not a 'factory' in the conventional sense, but a biological replication center and... a breeding ground," Bertila said in thought, "I know it sounds weird, but you probably already know that genetic samples of synthetic brains Sources—the Nightmare Skull in the Dark Forest, the Spirit-eating Monsters in the Ancestral Peak, and other monsters or beasts. In essence, these 'synthetic brains' are actually a kind of artificially cultivated monsters. You should know that human beings How wolves were domesticated into dogs, and how griffins were bred from a branch of predatory owls, is in a sense similar to how I made these brains.

"Of course, this is a general statement, and there are still big differences between the two things in terms of actual technology and difficulty of implementation.

"Back to the issue of mass production, I think there is indeed the possibility that these 'brains' can be grown in artificially controlled ordinary biological factories without the giant tree of Sorin. As far as I know, you and your druids The team has restored the manufacturing or construction methods of the Engel's fusion chamber and the cross-type biomass splitting pool from the technical information left by the end of all things, and used modern technology to make them harmless, and these two Things are the key to cultivating a 'synthetic brain'. The only problem next is how to transform the knowledge I 'understand' into something that ordinary humans or elf druids can learn and control... If you don't break through this, even if you I gave you the original 'brain' matrix, and you have no way to guide and cultivate a complete 'synthetic brain' from it."

As Bertila said, she tapped her forehead lightly—even though she looked no different from a real person, she made a sound of knocking on wood in the process: "The change in life form has led me to recognize the world and The way of thinking about problems has also changed. Although I still have the human heart, I can no longer think like a human being. There are many things that I know how to do, and I can even do it instinctively, but it is difficult to follow you. Explain. Just like this 'room' in front of you, I can make it grow with a single thought, but it may take me half a year to communicate with the druid as my assistant to let them understand how this plant manipulation technique works. Achieved."

"It will take time, I understand," Pittman nodded, "but regardless of this point, mass production of synthetic brains is indeed achievable, and it can be achieved within an acceptable time period, right?"

Bertila thought about it seriously before nodding slightly: "That's for sure."

"Then we can make this project go ahead," Pittman exhaled. "In this way, the 'wetware host' has the opportunity to officially enter the stage, not just special equipment for small-scale applications."

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