Chapter 835： Brain-computer connection engineering (1/2)

The lights and runes on the surface of all kinds of magic guide equipment flickered continuously, a low hum came from the magic net from the laboratory base, and a stream of light swept across the surface of the recording device not far away, and then Carmel arrived In front of young researcher Cohen Bell.

"Auxiliary equipment is ready, Cohen," the Arcanist buzzed. "Ready for the third connection experiment."

The young technician in the chair nodded: "I'm ready."

As he talked, he looked up and looked at the peas not far away because of curiosity, and squeezed his eyes: "Look at it while watching, this is the real use of nerve thorns."

After a period of getting along, almost everyone in this lab has become acquainted with peas.

Pea blinked, and she saw two other assistants approaching. One of them turned on a device next to Cohen's seat. It looked like some kind of terminal used to connect other magic devices, shaped like a cylinder. The rune at the top flickered, while another assistant came behind Cohen, pulled out the nerve thorns in the back of the opponent's neck, and pulled out a "cable" similar to the artificial nerve cord from the cylindrical device. It approaches the end of the nerve thorns.

"Awareness extension project, the third connection test, each unit pays attention to record data."

Carmel reminded the team members, then nodded to the lab assistant standing next to Cohen, who then connected the nerve thorns and the artificial nerve cord that extended from the cylinder-the nerve The terminal extended from the end of the thorns seemed to come alive at this moment, immediately entangled and connected with the corresponding structure on the nerve cord into a whole.

The next second, the pea saw the young researcher's body tense for a moment, and many magical guidance devices in the entire laboratory heard a whistling sound at the same time, with unknown instruments humming nearby. The recording device of the computer spewed out a long punched paper tape momentarily, and the lights in the entire laboratory also seemed to be affected, and began to become dim.

Carmel and Pittman nervously focused on Cohen as a tester, watching the other side forcibly calm down after the initial spasm, and restored their ability to communicate with each other. Pittman stepped forward first: "Cohen, can you hear me ? "

"Many voices ... overlapping ..." Cohen reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at Pittman standing in front of himself. "Perceive ... confusion ... but it seems ... no, I can't control it ..."

With the last scream from all the equipment, the light on the top of the metal cylinder standing next to the seat dimmed instantly, the connection terminals of the artificial nerve cord and nerve thorns also disconnected by themselves, and the laboratory lights suddenly dimmed. , And a little bit returned to normal-and Cohen Bell, sitting in a chair, was already sweating.

"Don't move," Pittman pressed Cohen's shoulder, "check first."

After the temporary physical examination was over, Pitman and Carmel determined that the test subject was not harmed, and then Pitman shook his head and sighed: "Still unsuccessful ..."

"But it's 1.25 seconds longer than the last time," Carmel said buzzingly. "This time of 25 seconds is enough for us to record more data."

"It's also ... these data should have some reference significance," Pittman pouted, looking at Cohen Bell with a little frustration on his face. "Is there any difference between this connection and the previous one? What did you see when you finally broke? Anymore? "

"There is basically no change. After connecting, I can feel my perception is greatly expanded, but it is also mixed with countless intangible ... impurities. The information from the auxiliary equipment has not been completely converted into harmless control signals. It ’s become something I ca n’t understand ... ”Cohen frowned, as if he did n’t know how to describe his feelings for a while, and finally said a word that he thought was barely fit,“ something I could n’t understand. 'perception'."

"As the conjecture put forward in our last meeting, human perception boundaries will fall into chaos when they come into direct contact with 'unfamiliar cognition'. Our brains cannot understand how a magic net terminal 'thinks' ... this is not It ’s simply a question of brain-machine translation, ”Carmel shook his head.“ The connection between the nerve thorns and the brain is deeper than traditional artificial nerve cords, so that the barrier between the brain and the machine becomes more blurred. This kind of 'fuzziness' is currently the biggest obstacle. "

"Is it too early to let the human brain directly control the machine ..." Pittman touched the sparse beard on his chin, "but fortunately, the experiment of directly controlling the magic terminal with nerve thorns is still smooth ... this is also the period Time is not wasted. "

Pea didn't understand what advanced technical concepts Carmel and Pittman were discussing. She just lay on an isolated railing next to the experimental area, peered at her neck and looked at Cohen Bell who was sweating, her eyes widened: " Uncle Cohen, this is what you make me look good at? You look a little bit embarrassed ... "

Cohen Bell was hit harder, subconsciously pressing his hand on his forehead, and a researcher beside him couldn't help laughing at him: "Let's not arbitrarily-let a little girl laugh."

Pea stared at the researcher who spoke, and her eyes were full of dissatisfaction-she was about to become an adult, and it was the age when she was quite sensitive to others who regarded herself as a child. Then she immediately thought: "Who said that I was young Girl? I have two years to go to adulthood! And what is mockery? I just tell you the truth, Uncle Cohen has no opinion on his own, right, Uncle Cohen? By the way, Uncle Cohen is a little bit pale, yeah Aren't you sweating too much? Would you like ... "

The peas crackled in disbelief, and the breathless way of speaking left the parties with no room to intervene, so that Carmel and Pittman, who stood aside, couldn't help but take a small step back, Pittman whispered Muttered: "Why didn't we remember to give her a switch ..."

Carmel blinked twice, humming: "... that's it."

...

"Daughter? Do you already have a daughter?" The red-haired dragon descended in surprise, staring at the former head who had been away for 20 years, but soon she responded, "Ah, yes, already Twenty years, as a human being, this is a long time. You deserve to be married ... But thinking about it, do you have children now? Have you just learned to speak? "

"Ah, my situation is a little ... complicated," Byron immediately realized that his words were ambiguous, and he waved his hands quickly. When he wanted to explain, he realized that his fate with peas was so special, and his face was again I can't help but show a thoughtful smile, "It's my adopted child, already fifteen years old this year. As for just learning to speak ... that's because she has been a dumb person for many years."