Chapter 898 Idiot Question

"If you ask me, this thing is just like a cell..." Looking at the ellipsoid of the black ball above his head, David couldn't help but sigh.

Xiangshan rubbed his chin: "Yes."

A few months later, Xiangshan returned to the interior of "Ogun" again. At this moment, Ogun has changed drastically.

Many lightweight yet strong synthetic material pillars are placed inside the Ogun. It's not just that. On the outside of Ogun, humans have also built a huge steel structure. The steel structure building like the bottom of the Eiffel Tower envelopes Ogun, wrapping it like a huge hollow shell, with many steel cables hanging down. Fix it in all directions on the surface of Ogun and stick it together with polymer adhesive.

After research, humans were surprised to find that they seemed to be a little better than Ogun's builders in terms of materials science - of course, Ogun's builders may have considered cost issues, or Ogun's mission did not include Including "remaining intact on the planet's surface". Humans can use lighter but stronger materials to build a supporting frame for Ogun to prevent this big, soft thing from being crushed by its own weight.

David even joked that Voodoo used Ogun as a metaphor, so this "Ogun" might not have completed its mission.

Although it was a tinged joke, Xiang Shan felt that it was quite appropriate.

In addition, humans have also installed many high-power lighting equipment inside. Close to the ground, the light is connected. The warm light is even reminiscent of cellular fluid.

"The dark ellipsoid is the nucleus. Then, the slate is DNA. The tape head is the transcriptase. The stored raw materials are sugar and protein." David pointed to the distance: "Those robots are enzymes and organelles... "

"It's interesting." Xiang Shan nodded: "Then this large cell died accidentally."

"Indeed." David nodded: "It also stores a large amount of raw materials, but it has not reached the designed limit life. What a pity."

Those uranium blocks with strong radiation have been urgently transported away by the permanent members of the Security Council. Although there is some residual radiation here, it is extremely weak and there is no need to wear protection.

As the investigation deepens, humans become more and more in awe of Ogun's automatic industrial robots. These robots don't simply sit inside and replicate themselves from generation to generation. They can even repair casings. According to archaeological research, this shell was hit by interstellar micrometeorites at least once. A large hole several meters in diameter penetrated the multi-layered hull. But the little robots still repaired it.

Although the strength of the repaired part is much lower than the original one, it is even an inferior alloy. But it is simply unbelievable that these small robots can automatically complete tasks of this level after practicing design drawings to the point where the combined AI only has a few hundred megabytes.

Even after they determined that "the cycle of self-replication has collapsed," they were not at a loss, nor did they destroy the hull. Instead, they concentrated on the stern of Ogun and entered eternal silence.

This is like programmed apoptosis of biological cells, full of harmonious beauty.

"I also think my metaphor is very good." David was very proud, "I think this may be a train of thought..."

"But we still don't know how to crack it." Xiang Shan looked at the thing in trance.

David patted Xiang Shan on the shoulder: "Don't be sick, brother, work, work, work. Even if you are thinking about aliens, you have to finish the work at hand first. The one who pays our wages is the United Nations."

Xiang Shan nodded.

But David's idea seemed magical. In his mind, "Ogun" suddenly turned into a large cell. It seems to carry hundreds of millions of years of evolution history of alien creatures. In its cell nucleus, there is the shining of alien sunlight, the roar of alien oceans, the eruption of alien volcanoes... the life history of a planet seems to be all here.

Xiangshan himself also knew that this idea was actually nonsense. Ogun only has a few hundred megabytes of information. Even if the aliens use a clever encryption algorithm, it may not be that big (not to mention that the encryption method chosen by the aliens does not seem to be that outstandingly efficient). The alien earth, water, fire and wind are all his romantic illusions.

But the thought seemed magical.

——Speaking of which...it does not follow linear logic...

——Is this the genetic information? One genome or even one gene may determine several different traits. These seemingly unrelated traits are actually closely related to each other and have evolutionary logic...

——A gene...

--symbol……

"Hello? Shan?" Ingrid pushed towards Shan: "Are you too tired?"

Only then did Xiangshan notice that his chopsticks had rolled the noodles on his plate into a whole pile of noodles. He had been in a daze for several minutes.

"Sorry..." Xiang Shan waved his hand: "I'm a little distracted. What are you talking about?"

"The "Xuanji Picture" I talked to you about last time. I thought about what you told me. It seems interesting to look at this word game from the perspective of 'compression algorithm'. I thought about it a little more, and I hope It’s a little inspiring for you.”

Ingrid said: "If we follow the logic of crossword puzzles and allow poems to cross each other criss-cross, the same words are stacked on top of each other... What kind of text do you think we can get through computer brute force exhaustion and the like? matrix?"

"I dare not say anything else, there must be a lot of gaps." Xiangshan waved his hand: "The frequency of appearance of Chinese characters is different, and the same is true in poetry. Anyway, the final result is just a large crossword puzzle."

--If you look at it from the perspective of compression algorithm, "Xuan Ji Tu" is not excellent...

Xiangshan felt that he had grasped something again.

But obviously, just like game players often encounter the illusion of "I can kill back", Xiangshan's feeling is still an illusion.

People like Xiangshan are not uncommon in the park. Most scholars who choose to stay have a great interest in the puzzle of aliens.

But Xiangshan seems to have gone a little too far.

That day, he even dreamed of that cell.

In an ocean... in a deep-sea volcano...

Suddenly!

Like thunder and lightning rolling over dark clouds, illuminating a primitive lifeless planet, Xiangshan suddenly sat up from the bed.

He grabbed his mobile phone and immediately called Yog: "Hello, Yog?"

"What's the matter, at this time..." Yogmoth was obviously very sleepy.

"Let me ask you a question..." Xiangshan took a deep breath: "Does the genetic information contain the structure of the 'cell' itself?"

"Huh?" Yawgmoth didn't quite understand the question. Biologists are not used to this way of expression.

Xiangshan asked again: "I mean, how does genetic material reproduce the birth process of the 'cell' structure itself?"

Yawgmoth was furious: "You called me at this fucking time to ask such an idiotic question?"