C Language Cultivation

The scenery on the road is good, the air is good, but the sky is a bit dull.

The destination is a private manor, and it's unclear how big the area is, because Lin Xun couldn't see his head at a glance.

The owner of the manor is someone he knows.

The doctor who showed him the leg.

The doctor's first sentence was: "How is it recovering?"

Lin Xun said: "You can go."

Doctor: "Does it hurt when walking?"

"No." Lin Xun: "It hurts only when there is a special angle."

"It's recovering quickly," only listened to the doctor. "But still pay attention, don't run, don't jump, don't climb stairs, don't kneel, pay attention to the weight.

The first three still understand, why mention kneeling?

As soon as Lin Xun's doubts came out, he realized that the doctor's eyes were not on him, but on Dongjun.

Lin Xun: "."

Dongjun couldn't see the expression in his eyes and said lightly: "Okay."

The doctor took them inside.

On the way, Lin Xun had learned the purpose of this trip from Dongjun's mouth.

It was the doctor who bought the new private manor—it is inevitable to invite some friends with good ties to gather together.

So, Dong Jun and the doctor are good friends. Although Lin Xun doesn’t know how the rumored male **** with the extremely simple social relationship will have a relationship with the doctor, but think about their bourgeois way of making friends is not the same as himself. I understand.

When Dongjun mentioned the doctor on the road, he also introduced the doctor as a person.

The doctor is a doctor with lofty ideals. After receiving the top education, he returned to his country and devoted himself to the busiest hospital.

But he failed to realize his wish, because he was very sensitive and had a strong empathy ability, so that when he became sick with the patient, the patient had a headache, he would also have a headache, and the patient had liver pain, and his liver hurt. So he was not comfortable every day-he had to suspect that he had various diseases. Instead of becoming Hippocrates, he became a walking neuropathy.

In internal medicine, he suspected that he had grown a parasite. After going to the neurology department, he began to think that there was a tumor in his head. In the days of dermatology, every change in the pores on his body can cause him to be vigilant-- Not to mention that there are many incurable diseases in the world that are not overcome by medicine at all. He lives in endless doubt.

Later, this man finally stopped for a few years because he went to the obstetrics and gynecology department.

After he stopped doubting, he could have fulfilled his desire to grow up to be an excellent and noble doctor-if he did not get married and have children, and then began to doubt the people around him.

In the end, he was carried home by an unbearable lover. Everyone forced him to return to inheriting his family business, but he vowed to die, and finally took a step back. He became a general practitioner in a high-end private medical institution, and the number of patients received every month To the single digit, finally no longer intensively anxious.

The doctor who was no longer anxious held his wife's hand and smiled and led them to sit down at the party table in the courtyard.

There were already a few people on the table, and one of them was familiar to Lin Xun.

Dr. Simpson, the head of the famous Neurobiology Institute.

He is a middle-aged, polite and polite, with silver hair and gray-blue eyes, very gentle, as if seeing through everything.

Dong Jun is introducing him that besides Dr. Simpson, several others are also related to the institute.

"Nice to meet you." Dr. Simpson shook hands with Lin Xun. The tone of the Chinese was a bit jerky, similar to the tone when the architecture was not completely familiar with the language.

Lin Xun: "I am also very happy to meet you...I have read your book."

Dr. Simpson laughed: "It is an honor."

The Simpson Institute of Neurobiology, a research institution closely related to the Milky Way-the design of the "fruit shell", those micro-contacts that will sense the nerve current on the surface of the human body are their masterpieces. After the speech, the doctor's speech followed. This nearly half-year-old scholar has contributed a force that cannot be ignored to the invention of the nut shell, and transformed human movements into signals of the virtual world, an amazing achievement.

The doctor sat down at the table: "I will work with the doctor in the second half of the year. When I received the invitation yesterday, I was so excited that I didn't sleep well."

Dr. Simpson spread his hand: "Sorry, it's too bad for Lin to recommend you to you."

Lin Xun frowned slightly, he heard a familiar tone, the English-sounding "Lin", the architecture used to like to call him like this, but in the current context it is obviously not Lin Xun.

I saw the doctor looked at Dongjun and shrugged: "You seem to be busy these days."

Dong Jun looked at Lin Xun and smiled slightly: "I have asked for leave."

"The news headlines these days are all flooded with the Galaxy and Eagle dispute," the doctor hasn't stopped laughing since the beginning. "Even the lace news section has been dominated by you. It's time for you to ask for it."

Dongjun didn't seem to care, just said: "I have something more important."

I saw Dr. Simpson looked at Lin Xun: "You have been working together recently?"

Lin Xun nodded: "Yes."

Dr. Simpson seemed interested: "I am curious about the content of your project."

Lin Xun said: "It is an intelligent engine."

"Engine," Dr. Simpson repeated, "Engine?"

Lin Xun nodded.

Dr. Simpson said: "I rarely hear this term."

His eyes widened a little: "You are a very small team, I mean-it sounds like a huge project."

"Functionally speaking, he is an intelligent system capable of coordinating the management of functional interfaces within the scope of authority," Lin Xun introduced to him. "It does not have any special functions, but only obtains the information that can be obtained, and manages it according to certain rules. Something you can manage."

The doctor raised his cell phone and asked, "What's the difference between it and my Siri?"

A very intuitive question.

Lin Xun said: "It doesn't need instructions."

"Wow," the doctor sighed, "can I understand the engine as a brain?"

Lin Xun: "This is indeed the case."

Dr. Simpson pondered for a while, and said: "But we all know that artificial intelligence has been a scam until now."

Several others smiled.

Lin Xun also laughed: "Yes."

Dr. Simpson said: "Is your Luoshen also a scam made up of large statistical work?"

"I don't know," Lin Xun said, "but as a person who understands its composition, I think it is smarter than other intelligent systems."

Dr. Simpson again showed a surprised expression: "Can I understand why you think so?"

Lin Xun pursed his lips and smiled: "This may involve commercial secrets."

The doctor laughed loudly: "I'll wait ten days later."

Lin Xun: "Hope not to disappoint you."

This conversation came to an end, and more people came up to talk to Dongjun, but without exception, they were all very concerned about Lin Xun, and there seemed to be endless questions.

They were indeed very friendly. Lin Xun raised his eyes to see Dong Jun during the conversation with people, and saw him watching him with concentration.

This is a very serious attitude, as if...I have been regarded as a very important person by Dongjun, Lin Xun thought. At least, if it is a whim to find a person with a taste and talk about a pastime, it will not bring him so officially to friends.

Neither he nor Dongjun have any parents. It seems that the highest standard of recognition is to meet friends.

However, although they are very friendly, they still have a headache after coping with it. Lin Xun has not experienced such a intensive social interaction for a long time.

Dongjun probably knew this, and said to the doctor, Lin Xun and I went into the room to see.

The doctor said happily, and asked if the housekeeper would lead it. The structure of the house was a little complicated and would get lost.

After that, he said, oh, no, your memory is generally in the category of human flesh cameras.

The two of them went in.

The style of the whole building has been renovated and is very artistic. Large areas of white, irregular lines and geometric shapes, something hanging from the ceiling, decorative flowers are very abstract, and Lin Xun barely appreciates one tenth.

But his purpose is not mainly to appreciate. He just wanted to be quiet.

He feels that Dongjun also wants to be quiet, after all, the male **** is the flower of Gaoling, not the communicative flower.

So he lay in front of the lawn, next to the railing behind the glass house for a while.

Dongjun: "Unhappy?"

Lin Xun turned to face him: "I'm a little... confused."

The snow-white curtains were blown up by the wind, with a very light texture, like a large cloud scattered in the sky, pouring between him and Dongjun. Dongjun turned them away and said, "Are you thinking about what Dr. Simpson said?"

"Um." Lin Xun arms, looking at Dongjun's shirt collar-in fact, he just casually finds a focus.

"I think Dr.'s sentence is very important. How can I prove that Luoshen is not a scam caused by another large statistical work?"

Artificial intelligence is approximately equal to statistics, which is a well-known principle in the industry.

If you say "hello" to artificial intelligence, it will also return "hello". This is not because it has learned human language, but because in the database it contains, when faced with a "hello", it is absolutely Most people will reply "Hello", so it follows the statistical rules and also answers "Hello".

Dong Jun didn't speak, Lin Xun continued: "I'm sure it is better than the artificial intelligence that I am using now, but this is because I am better at math and I have written a more free algorithm. But in essence, everyone's principle Both are similar. Luo Neng talked to me. He has his own speaking style, but this is the result of his selection of this style in his database. His autonomy is still not as good as that of others."

He asked Dongjun: "What do you think?"

Dongjun: "I think your language is not very good."

Lin Xun: "..."

He sincerely said: "I believe you can understand."

"In a sense, your question does not need to be considered." Dong Jun pondered, and then said: "Aren't we also a statistical tool?"

Yes.

When a person is born, he is blank. The ears and eyes are his receivers. He accepts all the information of the outside world, learns from these information, and gradually becomes a person in a social sense.

The same is true for the process of artificial intelligence learning from massive data sets.

"But what is it that drives us to learn?" Lin Xun said: "Or I can say it differently. Under the condition that I know you like you, I will say'I love you', this computer can also do this thing .. But what drives me to like you, how do I write it out using formulas and algorithms?"

"I've never considered this issue before, but I will think about something more when I'm with you." He lowered his voice: "Assuming that I am an artificial intelligence created by human beings, I have a'instinct' module, There is a command in it called'find love objects'. Then, as I grew up, I gradually improved a standard through statistics and learning: I would write code and look good, and then I met Dongjun, and Dongjun met my current standard , And then the program was started, and I fell in love with him."

Dongjun raised his eyebrows.

Lin Xun concluded: "Although it works, don't you think it's ridiculous."

"According to this logic, if you want to realize human feelings in artificial intelligence," Dong Jundao, "you need to write a lot of commands into the instinct module, "find friends", "establish relationships with loved ones", "establish ideals in life" such as."

Lin Xun connected: "Then these commands are executed at the same time. As long as you write enough things, it will be able to live like a normal person. With falsehood, no one can see that he is an artificial intelligence. I cannot prove that I am not Artificial intelligence, you cannot prove that you are not an artificial intelligence."

He was listless: "But it's ugly and has no soul yet."

"I don't know if you want to do it, but I have an intuition." Dongjun said.

Lin Xun looked up at him: "What is it?"

"If it is to create a soul for artificial intelligence," Dong Jun's eyes were quiet and his tone seemed to be very determined. "Its calculations will not be very complicated."

Lin Xun was also quiet.

For their part, many intuitions are correct.

"Yes." He said: "If the soul can be turned into a formula, it must not be a step-by-step complex procedure. It may even be very simple, but I can't find it now."

Lin Xun said: "I feel very uncomfortable."

Dongjun's hand touched his hair, which seemed to be a soothing gesture.

"But you raised a meaningful question," Dong Jun said in a serious tone. "One morning in 2027, the computer scientist Lin Xun proposed the concept of "soul formula", which has become the core problem of strong artificial intelligence research, for..."

Lin Xun: "Your tone is not formal enough to write textbooks."

"Then lower the standard, science reading." Dong Jun said: "My language is not good."

Lin Xun blinked: "Then it's called D-L formula. I've thought about my name and it's almost a formula away."

Dongjun: "L-D formula is better, I don't make any contribution."

Lin Xun: "No, you think, in fact, if I don't know you, I won't be entangled in what you think of me, and I won't find anything to think about soul.

Dongjun: "Why are you entangled with this problem?"

Lin Xun: "Isn't it worth tangling?"

Dongjun: "Then what is the result of your struggle?"

Lin Xun thought for a while: "I can't think of it, maybe I am cute."

He looked at Dongjun and found himself laughing at the male **** again.

Lin Xun was expressionless.

"It's really cute that you find the problem but can't solve it," Dong Jun said.

Lin Xun: "You built happiness on my pain."

Dongjun: "I can also build happiness on your happiness."

Lin Xun: "Without the formula, I can't be happy anymore."

"No." Lin Xun suddenly frowned and said slowly.

Dongjun: "Huh?"

Lin Xun: "We are partial."

"I'm talking to you about technical issues," Lin Xun said, "I'm not here to talk about love."

Dongjun: "You are biased first."

Lin Xun: "It's you first."

Dong Jun was quiet for a second and said, "Come back."

"Okay," Lin Xun said: "Then call it D-L formula."

Dongjun: "L-D formula is more suitable."

Lin Xun smiled: "Look, that's where the bias started."

Dongjun: "I think it's your next sentence."

Lin Xun: "Impossible, I will say the next sentence because of your sentence."

Dongjun: "Similarly my L-D is also because you said D-L."

"Isn't the root cause of D-L because of Dongjun? Dongjun, D."

"You think of Dongjun subjectively," Dongjun said, "This is the source of the bias."

silence.

A brief silence.

Dongjun said: "Did you find the problem?"

Lin Xun: "I found it."

Lin Xun: "We still haven't returned to the topic."

Dongjun: "How do you plan to solve it?"

Lin Xun: "Break up."

Dongjun: "Ten minutes."

Lin Xun: "Twenty minutes, I think this question is not simple."

Dongjun: "Can you completely solve it in twenty minutes?"

Lin Xun: "This is actually impossible."

Dongjun smiled slightly.

"Still tired," he said: "Sit down and think slowly."

So Lin Xun was placed on the sofa beside him. He didn't walk by himself.

The tip of his ear was a little hot.

This person, after breaking up, still hugged.