Chapter 383 (1/2)
On Wednesday morning.
A van stopped at the door of cloud dream technology.
Yang Yuan, who came all the way from Shanghai with his photographer and interview equipment, jumped out of the car. Looking at the Research Institute in the corner of the high-tech park, there was an unexpected expression in his eyes.
When most people talk about Yunmeng group, they mostly think of the Yunmeng building located by the river. Few people will remember this Internet enterprise and such a low-key and mysterious Research Institute hidden in the corner of the high-tech park in the east of Jiangcheng.
”Is this the Institute of cloud dream technology?”
After he got out of the car, Wang Hongsheng wiped the sweat on his forehead and said.
”Yes, and listening and speaking is still a hot brain computer interface technology.”
Yang Yuan nodded thoughtfully, picked up the camera hanging around his neck, and took a picture of the front door and the main building of the Research Institute, intending to keep it as material.
At this time, he suddenly noticed a familiar face standing at the door of the Research Institute.
At a glance, he recognized the identity of the man. Yang Yuan's face showed a smile, put down his camera, and across the distance, he stretched out his right hand and walked towards the man.
”Hello! I'm Yang Yuan, editor in chief of renlian information industry daily! Thanks for Hao always taking time out of his busy schedule to accept our interview. ”
Holding editor Yang's hand, Hao Yun said with a friendly smile.
”Editor in chief Yang is the one who came all the way from Shanghai. It must have been a hard journey.”
Yang Yuan said with a hearty smile.
”That's what we do. We've been used to the rhythm of life for a long time.”
A greeting.
After Hao Yun, a group of people from the newspaper office walked into the mysterious Brain Computer Interface Research Institute and came to a computer room deep in the corridor on the first floor.
”Is this the server room of world of Warcraft?” Looking at the rows of blade shaped chassis displayed on the server rack, Yang Yuan's face was surprised.
”Yes.” Hao Yun nodded, looked at the server in front of him, and continued with a smile, ”Azeroth world is here. At present, there are 60000 players playing games in the server.”
”It's hard to believe that 60000 players need so many servers.” Yang Yuan couldn't help but sigh softly.
”Of course, these servers are not just for the 60000 players, but for the AI systems running on the servers.”
”Artificial intelligence system?”
”That's right,” Hao Yun continued, nodding at Yang Yuan's surprised face
”Before, I forgot to explain that the Azeroth world that players see now is not completely designed by the staff of our world of Warcraft project team. Compared with designing the content of the game itself, the biggest role played by our staff is actually to design the framework of the whole game. ”
Yang Yuan's face was slightly moved.
”You mean... World of Warcraft is a collaboration of AI and human? And those missions and NPCs are masterpieces of AI? ”
Hao Yun nodded.
”Yes.”
”And more than that, so far, all the interaction between NPC and players in the game, and even the operation of the game world itself, are maintained by the artificial intelligence system running on these servers.”
There was silence in the computer room for a while, only the whine of the chassis.
For a long time, Yang Yuancai recovered from his surprise, but the incredible expression on his face did not change.
The Adam's Apple moved and he squeezed a word out of his throat.
”It's not possible.”
Games designed and run by AI?
How could that be!
Although technically speaking, this is not impossible, but this kind of thing happened in a hot game, it is beyond his imagination.
It's like AI writing.
To be able to write is certainly to be able to write, and to be able to achieve the basic fluency of logic and sentences. However, it is basically impossible to write a famous book or a best seller.
The reason is very simple. AI is AI after all. Although it can imitate human behavior, it can't have human feelings. The core of the logic of a best-selling work is to have a spiritual resonance with readers.