Chapter 845: A Huge Plan

Narrator Neural Network - This is the name Gawain gave to the future Cecil Mind Network. It will be a very large-scale and far-reaching project, and the fields involved are naturally not as simple as providing scientific research assistance.

According to Gao Wen's plan, the narrator neural network will cover many fields such as scientific research, communication, education and public entertainment. It can provide computing power for a large number of scientific research projects, and can also become an indispensable part of people's daily life, and even One day in the future, the massive narrator neural network will also become a giant wetware host covering the entire Cecil Empire through its tens of thousands of human brain nodes that are constantly connected.

The distributed devices connected with the narrator’s neural network will become the interactive end of the wetware host. The surplus computing power of countless human brains will light up an unprecedented line of information technology. A large number of ordinary people can safely Contributing computing power to the empire will also enrich the spiritual life of citizens, and all this will start from this imperial computing center.

This was what Gawain thought of in this world where the physical rules were completely different from Earth's, the method to open the next level of the technology tree, and it was also an important part of his harmless transformation of the technology of the Eternal Sleeper.

Wendy was describing what she saw in "Illusion" with a touch of excitement, and the archbishops next to her were obviously interested in what she was describing - in all fairness, Cecil's "narrator neural network" is actually It's still very primitive, and the "entertainment projects" it can present are not very clever in front of these eternal sleepers. They once created a city of dreams that resembled the real, and created a paradise-like "perfect shelter", that thing In Gawain's view, the appeal of the movie is no worse than a few magic movie clips or some "entertainment scenes", or even stronger.

But what the "narrator neural network" presents is very different from the city of dreams: it has a development upper limit that the latter cannot reach, and it can be flexibly adjusted at any time, and countless "new content" can be customized. After the neural thorns technology is realized, this "customization" process can even be completed by ordinary people, and the city of dreams...

The eternal sleeper created the city of dreams, more just to make it a "mind container" that accommodates computing nodes, which is convenient for collecting computing power. The extremely high threshold for divine arts means that only bishops and even higher-level priests can modify it. Its content, and in fact, bishops and archbishops usually don't have the heart to modify it at all.

In this way, no matter how perfect the city of dreams is, it is just a rigid bonsai. From the day it was born, it has been in its final form. The limitations of traditional magic determine that even if it accepts remodeling, it can only It is a new bonsai, and can only be held in the hands of a few powerful priests.

The archbishops at the scene are not stupid people. They can see the difference at a glance, and they can naturally realize what kind of impact this thing will bring into the life of "ordinary people".

Attribute the extraordinary to the mortals... From the time they set foot on Cecil's land to now, they have truly realized the meaning of this "slogan" for the first time in the field they are familiar with.

"This stuff is basically harmless to the average person - of course, prolonged connection can lead to exhaustion, and being too immersed in it can have some psychological problems, but these harms and old neuromodification and even 'brain slaves' The technology is completely negligible in comparison," Gawain patted the immersion cabin cover next to him, and said with a slight smile, "Currently, it is limited mainly by the difficulty in producing the immersion cabin and the craftsmanship required to build the mental hub. It’s very strict, there are only a few factories in the empire that can produce qualified components, and workers are slow to train.”

Immersion cabins and narrator neural networks are undoubtedly cross-generational things, and their advantages over traditional communication, entertainment, media and other things are obvious,

But that doesn't mean Cecil will enter the information age tomorrow, or that newspapers and lewd broadcasts across the country will soon be replaced by new technology—it will take time.

The experts from the Machinery Manufacturing Institute and the Magic Technology Research Institute have worked hard for a long time to solve the mass production problem of the immersion chamber, so that it can be produced in the factory without having to be knocked out one by one in the laboratory, and now they We have to find a way to overcome the difficulty of mass production of the mental hub. In addition, skilled workers with assembly capabilities and personnel who can maintain the computing center are even rarer. I don’t know how long it will take to cultivate a large scale—so it is foreseeable for a long time. In the narrator neural network will be in the development stage, and traditional communication, entertainment, media and other things will coexist with it for a long time.

Gawain told Yuri and others about industrial production and social promotion. He didn't talk a lot, just explained some concepts in an easy-to-understand manner, but it was enough to make them think for a long time.

This is something they hadn't considered for many years.

"...We really buried ourselves in the ground for too long," Magnum laughed at himself and shook his head, "Eyes and ears are blocked by dirt."

A lanky, younger-looking archbishop glanced at Magnum: "But fortunately, we still have a chance to make amends..."

"That's right, fortunately you still have a chance to make amends," Gawain took a deep look at the people in front of him, "I am very happy to see that all the archbishops and a considerable number of bishop-level priests have chosen Cecil, and I am more Gladly, the person in charge at the White Sand Hills reported to me that you did your best to bring a large number of brains over here—on this long escape journey, you ensured the survival of all brains. Prove your awareness.

"Those brain servants will be properly taken care of, the Druid Research Association will also make every effort to find a way to heal and awaken them, and you will become members of the Imperial Technology Department and do some things you are better at.

"I've prepared a project for you."

"Project?" Yuri repeated the word subconsciously.

"I hope you won't be scared by the name of the project," Gawain smiled, "The computing center you are in is a part of it - its name is 'Narrator Neural Network', yes, you are familiar with it the 'upper narrator'..."

As soon as Gawain finished speaking, the faces of the archbishops turned pale. Wendy, who was standing at the front, even subconsciously took a half step back and touched her neck with lingering fears, as if someone would give her to her in the next second. Like needles.

"Excuse me for asking, Your Majesty," Semler hesitated, and finally couldn't help but say, "This name... it should be just a name..."

"Unfortunately, it will of course have something to do with the 'upper narrator'," Gawain slowly restrained his smile and said in a serious manner, "Get ready, we will have a long time to deal with the 'God'. It's on."

Yuri and Magnum looked at each other, Wendy and Semler were thoughtful, Gawain let out a light breath and slowly opened his hands——

"Then, one last time, welcome to Cecil, welcome... to the Rebellion Project."

...

The giant sun was approaching the western horizon, and the glorious crown released its last light and heat of the day below the clouds, and the orange glow spread along the rolling hills and plains, and finally at the Throat of Orlandale. The jagged edge of the mountain stopped, becoming a jagged, golden sideline.

Hadilon Augustus, with short black hair and slightly curly stature, stood on a hill near the Throat of Orlandel, looking down at the huge collapsed rift and the bottom of the rift with a blank expression. Still in the cracks where the faint smoke was rising, the wind from the plains tugged at his cloak, whose royal coat of arms gleamed in the sun.

The loyal Obsidian Custodian stood behind Hadilon, and several high-ranking knights looked at the prince in front of him with some concern. As a descendant of Augustus, Hadilon was in the cursed place of Orandel's throat. It's been too long.

This is the place where the old imperial capital collapsed, and it is also the beginning of the curse of the Augustus family. Some power beyond human understanding may still be entrenched in this land. The existing lessons have proved this - too close to Austria. The Throat of Randall is very harmful to the people of the Augustus family, which has a certain chance of causing their already unstable mental state to deteriorate rapidly, or causing the curse to break out early, therefore, the members of the Typhon royal family will be at their best. If possible, stay away from this place, and even try not to touch the "messages" sent back to the Imperial City from the Throat of Orlandel.

Yet Hadilon Augustus had been in the area for half a day.

"His Royal Highness," a high-ranking knight officer finally couldn't help but take a step forward, "the wind in the wilderness is harmful to your health, you can go back to rest first..."

"It's not the wind in the wilderness that is harmful to health," Hadilon turned around and glanced at the knight with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm paying attention to my mental state. I'm a person who cherishes life."

The knight opened his mouth, and finally retreated helplessly, while Hadilon turned his head and continued to look in the direction of Orlandel's throat.

He could vaguely hear some whispers coming from that direction, and he could feel that in the depths of the thick, icy, and dark soil, some ancient and indescribable power was still flowing slowly, and it was actually very weak. , even so weak that ordinary people can't detect it, but as an Augustus... he can still vaguely perceive its existence.

That force seemed to lure him forward, but the willpower training he received from a young age allowed Hadilon to easily restrain his impulses and keep a safe distance from that force and those whispers.

He was curious about what the thing was, but he also knew that "curiosity" was often the most deadly and harmful thing in dealing with something indescribable.

After waiting for a while, a team of knights fully armed and carrying precious talismans finally came out from the direction of Orandel's Maw.

"The exploration team is back!" the officer on the hill said happily.

Those who set out to investigate the situation quickly converged with the knights led by Hadilon. A gray-haired knight was the leader of the exploration team. He came to Hadilon, took off his helmet, and saluted: " Your Highness, we found some passages and ruins of the city below, but the road leading to the depths completely collapsed and looked like it had just been bombed. In addition, the central area of ​​​​the rift is very dangerous in structure, and small scales are still happening. The collapse, we suspect that there was originally a supported space below, but now most of it has collapsed."

"...The local sheriff said that people heard louder than thunder several times in a row on the 45th of last month, all coming from the direction of the rift, and it sounded like it was coming from underground," said one standing in Hadi. The knight behind Lun said, "We also found some hidden strongholds near here, all of which have been destroyed."

"It's a pity," Hadilon shook his head slowly, "those 'Eternal Sleepers'... It seems that their evacuation was very decisive, and the purpose was clear. Even if we dig those collapsed crypts, most of them will not be inside. There will be something of value."

"Fortunately, there was news from Aldenan that the eternal sleepers began to contact the royal family to seek asylum one after another. Among them, there were even some bishop-level powerhouses and specialized technicians, and they also brought a large number of them with them. technical information," the knight officer reassured, "they can't take everything away after all."

"There will only be more in the hands of the Cecil... but there is nothing I can do," Hadillon said regretfully, he took a last look in the direction of the rift and sighed softly, "It is time to go back. Get ready, we're leaving - don't forget to pay the local guides who helped and thank the sheriff."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The knights immediately began to pack their bags and prepare to leave this cursed place, and the commander beside Hadilon said: "His Royal Highness Matilda has returned to Aldenan, and her trip to Cecil should have no effect. Gain less."

"I've already begun to look forward to what gifts she will bring me," Hadilon couldn't help laughing, "I hope it won't be some weird special food or scary magic props - as an empire The 'Pearl', she is not smart at all when it comes to getting along with her younger brother."

The knights didn't know how to continue this topic. They could only pretend that they didn't hear anything and continued to work. Hadilon pouted a little bored because no one responded to him. He shook his head and walked towards the park not far away. The magic car in the clearing, but before getting in the car, he glanced back in the direction of the Throat of Orlandel.

The setting sun was about to sink completely on the other side of the horizon, leaving only a faint layer of red light on the horizon, and the undulating hills of Orlandel's Throat became illusory and hazy in the disappearing sunset.

"Curse..."

Hadillon said softly.