Chapter 1066 Everything Is for Science!

Switzerland.

Neural Network Science Research Center.

Sarot, who was standing in the hall looking left and right, looked a little unnaturally cramped.

This kind of cramping is not only because the word "nervous" is dazzling when combined with a group of people in white coats, but also because his whole temperament is incompatible with this place.

As for why he appeared here...

That's a long story.

Since leaving the United States disheartened and returning to his hometown in the Netherlands, Sarot, who has let go of the impetuousness of fame and fortune and is doing various research with a semi-reclusive mentality, relies on the experience accumulated when he cooperated with Professor Lu , On the contrary, he has made a series of outstanding achievements in the field of graphene, and has become a master who can at least be remembered by people in the industry.

Such a result was unexpected even by himself, so that when various awards and offers flew to him, he was a little overwhelmed for a while.

Later, Cornell University sent him emails twice, promising $30 million.

However, the experience of being approached by the FBI once made him completely disappointed in that country, so he rejected the offer without thinking twice.

Although the academic circles in Europe are full of stagnation, and it is increasingly rare to see young fresh blood coming in, but as far as he is concerned, it is still a good place to engage in academic research.

Just two days ago, when he was traveling from Amsterdam to Geneva to attend an academic conference, he suddenly received a call from an old friend whom he hadn't contacted for more than 30 years, saying that he planned to show him an amazing thing.

So, he is standing here now.

Just when he was hesitating whether to call his old friend, an enthusiastic voice came to him from the side of the hall corridor.

"Welcome! My old friend, you are finally here! I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Sarot looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw a fat old man who looked like he was pregnant in October, and his hair was almost falling out. He was stretching out his right hand with a smile on his face, and came up to him. .

Trying to match this face with the name in his memory, Sarot suppressed his curiosity about what this guy had encountered in the past few years, and shook his right hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, speaking of it... We haven't seen each other for decades, right?"

"Thirty-seven years to be precise." The memory is as good as ever, just like when I was a student, Professor Mier smiled heartily, let go of his hand and continued, "It seems that since I started to study biology When we were studying, it was difficult for us to see each other."

Sarot: "...Actually, I have never understood your operation very well. You have given up a promising subject."

"Aren't you the same? You gave up the computer and jumped into materials science, which is bigger than the pit of biology."

Sarot's eyebrows twitched, and he coughed lightly.

"It was full of surprises...and I found that materials science was a better fit for me than computers."

"I am the same, life is always full of all kinds of accidents. But thanks to the fact that computer is my first major, it helps me to study neural network related topics..." smiled and took a picture Putting down the arm of his old friend, Mier made a gesture of invitation to him, "Stop chatting, come with me. As I said, I will show you something amazing."

When they were studying at the University of Amsterdam, both of them majored in information engineering. Later, after Sarot was promoted to a master's degree, he transferred to Cornell University in the United States, where he met his cheating mentor, and finally became a material dog in a daze.

Fortunately, his mentor was cheating, and somehow helped him get a lecturer position, and Sarot himself was not a fuel-efficient lamp, so he didn't stay at Cornell University to do academic work, but ran away In Silicon Valley on the west coast, the title of professor at Cornell University was obtained by playing around the corner. He just got an investment to solve the funding problem, and even got a laboratory of his own in Silicon Valley... Although it was finally given by Lu Zhou. acquired.

He admits that his previous self really liked to run the train with his mouth full, exaggerate on trivial issues, and take advantage of the loopholes in the rules, but most of the time he had to do it as a last resort.

Besides, who is not like this?

As for now, he has already reformed himself and stopped doing those things.

It's just that he didn't know if it was his illusion or what, Sarot always felt that he smelled a familiar smell in this old classmate of Mier...

Exactly the same as myself a few years ago.

Sure enough, when he followed Professor Mier to an office and watched him pick up a stack of papers that were still warm to the touch from the corner of the table, Sarot was slightly taken aback, and suddenly became angry.

"Is this what you showed me?"

Mier: "This is Dr. Z's thesis! You should have heard of that name, the man who once saved the world."

Sarot: "I mean, you made me take the hour-long train ride from Geneva to show me a paper that I can download just by going to Arxiv?"

It seemed that he was not affected by the anger flying along with the saliva at all, Professor Mier said in an exaggerated tone.

"Oh, my friend, you don't know how much ... what a sensation this paper has recently been in the biological community ... especially in the direction of our neural network research!"

Sarot said sharply: "You have overlooked the crux of the problem!"

"But let's get to the point!" Stunning Sarot forcibly, Professor Mier pointed to the paper in his hand, "Listen, we are scholars, ignore these trivial things, isn't the key to the problem The paper itself?"

"But you..."

"Enough! Let's discuss those so-called 'buts' after we get the Nobel Prize."

Wait, shouldn't I be the one who should lose my temper?

Why did he lose in momentum?

I was a little blinded by this situation, especially when the word Nobel Prize was thrown out by this guy, which instantly distracted his whole attention.

"...Nobel Prize?"

"Yes, the Nobel Prize! This is a research achievement that is definitely expected to touch the Nobel Prize medal! Its greatness is not inferior to von Neumann's influence on computers..."

After interrupting this guy's farting, Sarot squeezed his sour brows and said.

"But the author of this paper is... Dr. Z, what does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with me?"

"Compilation Framework for Neural Signal and Electrical Signal Conversion"

The name sounds quite interesting.

If it is Dr. Z who once solved the bacterial crisis on Mars, the content should not be ordinary.

But the problem is...

What does this have to do with him?

He's just a materials scientist working on graphene.

Seeing the confusion in the friend's eyes, Professor Mier patiently explained.

"The key point is that you can't win the Nobel Prize for this paper alone, even the Turing Award is a little bit worse. But he provides a possibility for the direction of biological neural networks! Do you understand what I mean? ?The only principle of the Nobel Prize is the size of the achievement, and the biggest headache for us now is that the key problems have not been solved, and the entire research is stuck in the bottleneck, and we cannot make enough outstanding results.”

"But now, the situation has turned around!"

"This paper gives a brand-new explanation for the formation process of biological neural network signal transmission and vision and other factors, and proposes a programmatic compilation framework for the mutual conversion of neural signals and electrical signals. This work is absolutely It's groundbreaking, and you know what it will mean once this technology is done?"

While listening to Mier, Sarot flipped through the paper in his hand, frowning and thinking.

"...It means that things in science fiction movies can become reality? I remember it seems to be called the number one player."

Mier said loudly: "It's not that kind of superficial thing, you actually only think of games? What I want to say is something even more shocking! He can even change our perception of the Internet! But I'm telling you this now. It's too early, but you just need to know that this is a technology that will change the world!"

"You didn't answer my previous question." After closing the paper in his hand, Sarot looked at him and continued, "So, what does this have to do with me?"

Mier said seriously: "Do you believe this is a technology that changes the world?"

Sarot: "...Because you said it, so I half believe it."

Mier: "Thank you, there is actually half of it! But even if it is only half, assuming that this technology can really be realized, as a key figure in promoting the final result, do you think the Nobel Prize Committee will not consider our name?"

Sarot: "Nobel doesn't seem to count prizes."

"But there are medicine prizes and chemistry prizes! Think about it, Mier and his friend Sarot...and Dr. Z's research results are promoting the research on biological neural networks and the research on the connection between nervous system and computer system The Nobel Prize in Chemistry is hereby awarded to you for your outstanding contributions to the world...Considering that most of Dr. Z does not want to be named, the prize will be shared equally by us.”

After clearing his throat, Professor Mier extended his right hand with a solemn expression.

"I sincerely extend an invitation to you, my old friend... would you like to join us?"

Sarot was silent this time.

Although it has been far away from Vanity Fair, the Nobel Prize, the medal that symbolizes the highest honor in academia...

To be honest, he was still quite excited.

After about five minutes of silence, he spoke.

"……I will think about it."

Hearing this sentence, Professor Mier finally showed a smile on his face.

Although this old friend of mine didn't directly agree, that expression clearly revealed his inner activities...

He was moved by the olive branch he threw.

After Professor Sarot left, Professor Mier walked back and forth in the laboratory excitedly.

"The direction of graphene should be no problem. There are already experts in neural interface materials. Let me think about what is missing... Right!"

A thought suddenly popped up in his head, Professor Mier's eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers.

Without any hesitation, he ran to the computer desk and sat down, opened the browser, entered a line of URL, and then hit enter.

Soon, a BBS with an antique style from the last century caught his eyes.

Here is part of the dark web.

As a dark corner that is not included in the databases of major search engines, this forum with less than 10,000 active users worldwide acts as a trade distribution center on the Internet.

People use Bitcoin to trade, as long as it is everything that the Internet can do, whether it is legal or illegal, rewards can be offered here.

After releasing the information about investigating Dr. Z's email address and phone number, Professor Mier endured the heartache and paid a bit for it.

When he was done, there was a smile on his face, he quickly turned off the computer, and leaned back on the chair.

What he needs to do now is to carefully study the huge amount of information in that paper, and then wait for Dr. Z's mailbox and phone number to appear in his mailbox.

Even though this Dr. Z never left his contact information on the Internet, and never responded to the questions in the paper, but in a place like the dark web where there are so many experts, there should be nothing that hackers can't do.

While it might be rude to do so, it's all for the sake of science.

If Dr. Z can be recruited into his research team, there is no doubt that his research will get twice the result with half the effort.

I believe that with his eloquence, after chatting with him for a few words, that Dr. Z will definitely be moved by the conditions he offered...

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