The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 51: The Gate of Hell (Part 1)

"Boom."

When Ed and Gu Tie's car hit the sewer iron fence gate together with the two men, they were located at the GTC headquarters 30 kilometers outside of Salzburg, Austria, and the GTC communication office 110 meters underground. The Intelligence Division found an abnormal data peak in the hourly summary of the monitoring data of the "world".

The first person who discovered the abnormal data was Operator 3. The Alien Intelligence Division has forty independent studios, each with only one operator, in a 2,000-square-foot pure white room, except for necessary There is nothing but the air-conditioning device. The data stream pours down from all directions like a waterfall. The operator sitting on the central swivel chair constantly looks around and finds disorderly strings in the ordered data with the naked eye.

Although quantum computers have computing speeds that humans cannot match, the work of monitoring data abnormalities can only be done by humans. The operation of "Genesis" is based on quantum states, which are determined by the relative positions of particles on the Bloch sphere. Express, this makes the quantum computer actually throughput is a "degree of freedom", rather than binary computer 0 and 1, for this reason, Genesis itself cannot judge whether a piece of data is correct or wrong, only slightly different according to the trend The data is marked, and the final judgment is completed by an experienced operator.

Operator No. 3 is a mixed woman of Arab descent and one of the few old-school operators in the heterogeneous intelligence department. In order to greatly improve visual flow, many operators have implanted microelectrodes in the optic nerve center. , Let the data screen be directly transmitted to the lateral geniculate body of the thalamus through the optic nerve. Although the "world" implanted chip has been distributed to the whole world, there are not many staff who dare to implant deep in gtc. No. 3 is a firm conservative Activist,

Operator No. 3 keenly discovered a raised saddle-shaped wave crest in the data waterfall. She immediately zoomed in on a part of the screen to access detailed data. This series of data streams represents the login of the "World" client within 8 hours. The coherence rate of change at the time, that is, the success rate of the game player occupying the npc body. Since the game avatar may suffer from illness, injury or even death, the coherence rate of change presents a rigorous probability matrix in which abnormal data appears quite conspicuous.

"This is unreasonable. Why are there two peaks overlapping." Operator No. 3 spread the abnormal data in front of her, and wondered. Before reporting to her superiors, she needs to make a reasonable explanation for the abnormal data. This explanation will be written in the report and kept in her file. It is very important to her promotion within gtc. Operator No. 3 patiently expands the code with impulsiveness and starts to check this string word by word. Strange data,

A red number flashed twice in the air, which means that her working hours are about to end. Each operator can work continuously for 4 hours at most. If this time limit is exceeded, the chance of a mental breakdown caused by the chaotic data torrent is only It will increase greatly. Operator 3 wipes the sweat from the tip of her nose. She still has five minutes to interpret the data and report upward. This is a rare opportunity and she must seize it.

When there was only one minute left in the countdown, she cheered, jumped out of the swivel chair, quickly jumped on the virtual keyboard with her fingers, appended the abnormal data to the report, skipped the alien intelligence section chief, and sent it directly to the director of the communications department, Lai Dr. Dun Holt, according to internal regulations, when a major anomaly is discovered, the operator has the right to leapfrog and report it. In fact, this is also the best way for an ordinary operator to enter the field of vision of his boss. The Chief of the Alien Intelligence Section himself It is because of the detailed report of the testees lost in the virtual world during the "World" test run that Dr. Holt was applauded and honored as section chief.

The moment the report was sent out, the countdown was over, all the data in the room disappeared, the lights came on, the door opened, and operator No. 3 walked out of the room happily, not forgetting to give high fives to the operator No. 47 who replaced her. To celebrate, No.47 looked at the back of an Arab woman in confusion, and said to herself: "Is she interested in me? I have never seen her so enthusiastic about me."

This is also the last time Operator 47, and even the entire Alien Intelligence Section staff, saw Operator 3. It only takes a moment to forget a beautiful Arab woman. The gtc has long been used to this sudden disappearance, and even put it As a normal state, it’s not surprising at all,

Operator No. 3’s report failed to reach the Director of Communications, Leighton Holt. The bald-headed Dr. Holt was a busy man. After attending the gtc conference held at the Table Bay Hotel in Cape Town, South Africa, He flew non-stop to Malaysia to take over the mess of the collapse of the East Asian core route. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Luxor Mohammed, the deputy director of the communications department and the head of the heterogeneous intelligence section, played a role in the 50ppm interception probe implanted in the communications office. It works. As soon as the report of Operator No. 3 appeared in the quantum network, it was pierced and hijacked by the probe. Dr. Holt’s mailbox called "Good news: gtc online shopping mall started a big sale." Spam, while the report of No. 3 was lying quietly on the screen of Luxor Muhammad’s terminal, the head of the Alien Intelligence Section glanced at the short text and the code in the attachment, his expression became more and more serious,

Mohammed grabbed the phone and dialed the four-digit internal telephone number. After the ringtone rang three times, the other party answered the call: "Hello, Bartholomew."

"Good morning, Doctor." Muhammad said cheerfully, "I got a new bottle of excellent 12-year-old single malt Scotch whisky. Are you interested in coming over for a drink?"

"Drinking at ten in the morning does not seem to be in compliance with the work regulations, right." Brandon Bartholomew smiled, "but I accept your invitation and prepare the cup, I will be there soon."

The call was hung up. Seven minutes later, Dr. Bartholomew, the father of "Genesis", the leader of the "World" project, and Gu Tie's adoptive father, came to the Alien Intelligence Division in the underground 28 from the room on the 5th floor above the ground. In the office on the first floor, the heavy door with good sound insulation was closed. The gray-haired old man sat unceremoniously in the sofa chair opposite the desk, and asked, "Let’s talk, what's the matter?"

Mohammed stood up respectfully and turned the terminal screen to the other person: "Look for yourself, just intercepted the operator's report."

Bartholomew's eyes flicked over the text and fixed on the code. After a few seconds, he sat upright, scanned the code with piercing eyes, and muttered an unclear string of characters in his mouth, "Except for yourself, Who else has read this piece of data." He stood up suddenly, took off his gold glasses, and asked sharply,

The thin, dark-skinned Alien Intelligence Section chief lowered his head: "No one except me has access to this report, Doctor, until Holt returns, I can control all the resources of the communications office. "

Bartholomew nodded and walked back and forth a few times in the room, looking a little worried: "It's too early. The tone of the two souls is still very different. At this time, there will be conflicts in contact with each other. What caused this situation? The personality in the'world' should not have the power to talk directly with the descendants, where does this variable come from, and why there is no warning."

Mohammed stood aside, not daring to speak to disturb the old man’s thoughts,

Suddenly stopped, Bartholomew snapped his fingers, "Verify my identity."

"Verified, dear father, I miss you very much." A gentle male synthetic voice came from the speakers of the office terminal, "Your heart rate is 22% higher than normal, and your blood pressure is close to the warning line. I need me Call the doctor, dear father, your current condition is very dangerous."

"No, no." Bartholomew said irritably, "Check my permissions, how many monitoring threads are there in the "world" operating database, and directly access the operating data within 72 hours. How likely is it that they will not be Observers found."

"The control of the gtc presidium on the internal control of quantum computers can bypass the core of altruistic logic, dear father." The nice male voice replied, "Even if you use the low-level authority and use the maximum timing to resist detection, It can only last for three seconds, and the probability of being detected after more than three million microseconds is close to 95%."

"Enough." The doctor put on his glasses, walked to the desk and sat down, twisted the terminal screen towards him, "check all abnormal fluctuations of the kd83024771θ-2 implanted personality within 72 hours, and output the result as a printout. , To erase the traces, of course, the low-level timing that maintains the stable operation of this personality cannot be stopped, understand."

"Of course, dear father." The male voice answered without hesitation, "Waiting for your instructions."

Bartholomew folded his hands in front of his forehead, stabilized his emotions, "Go."

The second hand of the wall clock in the office ticked three times. The led light on the network interface of the terminal was always on and then turned off suddenly. There was no abnormality on the screen, but the wireless printer on the side started to work. Spit out a4 printing paper full of data and charts, "Pay attention to adding paper." The doctor whispered,

"Received, Doctor." Luxor Mohammed bent down and took out a few packs of printing paper, unpacked them, and stood in front of the printer. The electromagnetic transfer printer crazily outputted the query results at a rate of 120 sheets per minute. After a while, a pack of 450 sheets of printing paper was exhausted. The head of the heterogeneous intelligence department immediately put a new pack of paper into the paper inlet, pressed the binding button on the front of the printer, and the automatic drilling and threading work only took a few minutes. Within seconds, Muhammad strongly held up the first thick material and handed it to the doctor behind the desk with both hands.