Chapter 1057： Beltira's technical route

Bud looked at Andessa standing in front of him. The figure in his mind of the little girl awkwardly running towards him in the courtyard has gone a little bit away, and in the end only some broken silhouettes are left, mixing with him. Fading memories.

Standing in front of him was an imperial soldier who had grown up, calm, heroic, with a tenacious will and unwavering belief, and her own life track.

"You will safely return to Typhon as a proof of the friendly relationship between the two countries, as a good start," he thought, and said slowly, "Your Majesty... I mean His Majesty Gawain Cecil, he Will prepare and guide public opinion for you, Aldernan will also have corresponding arrangements, part of the truth behind the war will be made public, you will go back as a meritorious minister, rather than being defeated and captured commander……"

"I know," Andesa said calmly, "this is good for both countries, and it can better play my value, but anyway, in order to let me go back safely, Aldernan must be You have to pay something..."

"This is 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 to cooperate with Aldernan's decision."

"Of course, I will," Andesa said with a face as usual, but in the end she couldn't help but look at her father more and said with a hint of hesitation, "Then you...you will return to... …"

Bud seemed to have expected that the other party would mention this sooner or later, and his answer was clear: "I don't belong to Typhon anymore. For public or private, I am not suitable to appear in Aldernan again. Wolf General Pakistan De Wendell’s life is over. My appearance will only affect Aldernan’s situation, so there is only one researcher, Bud. Andsha, you should understand what I mean."

"...Yes, I understand," the young wolf general could only sigh slightly, then raised his head and looked in the direction of the giant Thorin tree. She saw several aircraft flying in from a distance, while making a low buzzing sound. The sound flew towards a crack in the bottom area of ​​the tree canopy, which aroused her curiosity, "It seems that there is always this kind of strangely shaped aircraft moving nearby?"

Bud's expression is a little weird: "Ms. Bertila is testing to make her brain perform more functions, and the further details of letting them work together without being far from the mother's body are technical secrets, I can't tell you."

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

"...Well, this is indeed a bit difficult to understand, so don't ask, it is good for physical and mental health," Bud thought about the weird projects being carried out in the internal biochemical laboratory of Thorin Giant Tree, his expression suddenly became more strange Considering that even his once-dead priest sometimes finds it difficult to understand Bertila’s aesthetics, he decisively changed the subject, “We’ve been blowing the wind long enough in the courtyard, and it’s not long since you recovered. , We still have to control the time of outdoor activities."

Andersa was a little helpless: "I have been in the house 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 remembered something, "Ah, then I have some suggestions. Do you remember the exercises we didn't finish last time? We can start with simple equations. Start……"

Andessa: "...?!"

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The canopy of Thorin, the breeze blew, the huge and luxuriant leaves swayed and rubbed between the branches, making a continuous sound like waves, and in the depth of the swaying branches and leaves, the thick and strong wooden structure formed An exceptionally dense barrier frame without any shaking or deformation. Between these frames, multiple layers of wood are interspersed with metal compartments absorbed from deep underground. The compartments are connected to the compartments, and finally "grow" out of a large-scale room structure, with passages or passages between each room. The steps are connected, and plants that emit bright and soft radiance illuminate these internal spaces. This is the private "person" field that belongs to Bertila, and is her biochemical laboratory for precise research.

Compared with the original rudimentary form with only one hall, these laboratories located deep in the canopy have now expanded several times, and their internal functions and tasks that can be undertaken have been further strengthened and increased. Human assistants came to help, and Bertila also carried out a lot of humane transformations on its internal space. Now this "upper laboratory" has been combined with the "underground biochemical center" located in the roots of the tree and the "underground biochemical center" in the Solinburg. The "Druid Institute" ranks side by side, becoming one of the three major biochemical laboratories in the Solin area.

In fact, due to the unique "natural" environment and convenient conditions in 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. More and more druids have come here with their projects, as if they have made this reborn land a creature of the Cecil Empire. Technology Center.

This is a scene that Berthila had never imagined when he crawled out of the ground from the depths of the ruined underground palace and faced this unrecognizable land with an unrecognizable attitude.

In an oval hall deep in the upper laboratory, Bertila, half human and half plant, moved lightly and silently in the room under the support of many roots, checking the nerve nodes on the nearby walls, and on the wall at the end of the hall. Inlaid with huge magic crystals, the crystals shined and projected a holographic projection from the outside world, and the aircraft on the projection was steadily landing in the giant tree hangar.

A little old man wearing a black short coat and hunched over with white hair and beard stood in front of the projection, watching the aircraft docked steadily, seeing the upper hatch open, and a huge brain separated from the nutrients. Coming out, watched it pat the droplet hanging on the body with its nerve touch wrist, and then flew towards a passage in the hangar.

"...These'brains' are becoming more and more surprising now," the little old man turned around and looked at Bertila. "Are these subtle operations also under your control?"

"I can control it directly, but it is very inefficient to do so," Bertila said without looking back, never passing by. "Such a simple thing can be pre-defined logic, allowing the'brain' to determine what to do. After all, they are highly efficient thinking organs, and it is even easier to give them simple independent intelligence than to write logic in the core of the iron man’s mind."

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

"As the chief druid of the empire, did you come all the way to study how my "synthetic brain" flew around?" Bertila finally stopped from being busy and looked at a little confused. Pittman glanced, and on the whole wall behind her, more than a dozen culture sacs neatly arranged were floating with rhythmic dark red light flow, as if the heart was slightly expanding and shrinking.

"Observing your'synthetic brains' is indeed the main purpose of my visit this time. This is a word invented by your majesty. This is called'inspection'," Pittman said with a smile and walked towards Bertila. The performance of the choir and the wetware server is very satisfied, and at the same time, I have a strong interest in your "synthetic brain", so let me take a look at these things in practice... 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 spread her hand, and then she turned around and pointed her arm to those fixed on the wall. "The improved second-generation synthetic brain is at a critical developmental stage, and I must ensure that each of them is healthy and strong until all of them mature."

As Bertila’s voice fell, the culture sacs made a slight rubbing sound at the same time, and then their tough and thick outer skins slid down one by one under the pull of the muscles, revealing the transparent inner part like a giant egg. The dormant "brains" are immersed in the translucent nutrient solution inside the shell. The large and small nerve fibers and nutrient ducts connect these things. Between some ducts, you can still see There was a glimmer of light.

Pittman watched this scene, his eyelids couldn't help but jumped: "Sure enough, it was wise 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 "Druid of the Empire" was actually a member of the Society of All Things, even her. Subordinates back then, but these old relationships have long gone away at any time. People who live to this day choose to get along with their ordinary hearts. "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 candy and bush berries..."

Pittman couldn't help holding his forehead: "...It's strange enough that these'synthetic brains' can find food by themselves, who cares about their recipes?"

Bertila didn't seem to hear Pittman's muttering, she just checked the state of the immature "brains", and recorded every nerve fluctuation at the moment in detail. These complex neural engineering products at the end of development are unable to carry out complete thinking activities at this moment. They fall asleep like babies, and only occasionally produce some hazy and chaotic "thoughts", which occur less than half of the time in the interconnected nerve nodes. No one can hear their "dreams" for the signal impulse of a second, 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 is one thing I have always been curious about," Pittman didn't care about Bertila's attitude, he just said casually while observing the synthetic brains, "I looked at the structure diagrams of those wetware servers and you seem to insist on Make the upper cover of the cockpit transparent. Why not add an opaque cover? You know, many soldiers are shocked when they first touch that thing, and your "synthetic brain" shouldn't need to be ordinary Visually observe the surrounding environment."

Bertila checked all the synthetic brains. She controlled the closure of the protective layers of each culture capsule, and at the same time replied very seriously: "Every brain should have the right to bathe in sunlight..."

"No, a normal brain doesn't bathe in sunlight at all!" Pittman almost cut off his beard and stared at each other. "You just can't control your photosynthetic impulse!"

"Photosynthesis..." Bertila was stunned, as if waking up from a dream. After standing there for a few seconds, she mumbled to herself to break the silence, "Ah, it turned out to be like this... No wonder I always feel that I have the bottom of my nervous system. There is a cognitive error that cannot be ruled out...it turns out to be so..."

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

"...We all understand, take your time, you will get used to it one day," Pittman sighed, and brought back the topic that had already run away. "Go back to the technical field. About what you made These'synthetic brains', Your Majesty has been paying attention recently, and now we have the biggest question...Can these brains be'produced' by the giant Thorin tree?"

Bertila reacted quickly: "Do you mean they can be reproduced through technical means to achieve mass production and increase production?"

"Synthetic brain is a good thing, but at this stage it is ultimately a laboratory product. Although your laboratory is very large, you can even manufacture synthetic brains in batches like a factory, but you are the only one in the giant tree of Thorin after all," Pittman shook his head. "You have studied for so long, and you should have understood what the concept of'Magic Industry' is. 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 during this period of time I have also thought about this aspect," Bertila pondered for a moment and nodded slightly. "Theoretically, the production process of synthetic brain can indeed be carried out without the giant tree of Thorin. ."

"Is it really possible?" Pittman's eyes widened in surprise. "Can you make this thing manufactured in a factory?"

"It's not a'factory' in the conventional sense, but a biological replication center and...feeding farm," Bertila said in thought. "I know this sounds strange, but you may already know the genetic samples of synthetic brains. The source is the nightmare skull in the dark forest, the spirit swallowing monster in the ancestral peak, and other monsters or beasts. In essence, these "synthetic brains" are actually monsters cultivated by artificial synthesis. You should know how humans are How did I domesticate wolves into dogs and bred griffins from a branch of predatory giants? In a sense, my process of making these brains is similar.

"Of course, this is a general statement. There is still a big difference between the actual technology and the difficulty of implementation.

"Going back to the issue of mass production, I think there is indeed the possibility that these'brains' can be cultivated by relying on artificially controlled ordinary biological factories without the giant tree of Thorin. As far as I know, you and your druid The team has restored the manufacturing or construction methods of Enher’s fusion chamber and the cross-type biomass splitting pool from the technical data left over from the End of Everything, and made them harmless using modern technology. Things are the key to cultivating a'synthetic brain'. The only question next is how to transform the knowledge that I'understand' into something that ordinary humans or elf druids can learn and control... Do not break through this, even if I gave you the original'brain' matrix, and you can't guide and cultivate a complete'synthetic brain' from it."

Bertila said, tapping her forehead lightly. Although her appearance looks the same as a real person, she made the sound of tapping wood in the process: "The change of life form has led me to recognize the world and think about problems. The way of doing it has also changed. Although I still have a 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 explain to you. Just like this'room' in front of you, I can make it grow out of a single thought, but I may have to communicate with the assistant druids for half a year to let them understand how this kind of plant manipulation is realized. ."

"It takes time, I understand," Pittman nodded, "but aside from this, mass production of synthetic brains is indeed achievable, and it can be achieved in an acceptable time period, right?"

Bertila thought about it carefully, and nodded slightly: "This is certain."

"Then we can let this project go on," Pittman exhaled, "In this way, the ‘wetware host’ has the opportunity to formally appear on the stage, not just special equipment for small-scale applications."

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