Six in the morning.
Song He closed the final Brain-Mimicking Supercomputer operation report.
Now I know what to do!
The several boxes of operation reports were highly professional. They had dissected Xiang Xiaotong's supercomputer from top to bottom, like a detailed Medical Report for the Brain-Mimicking Supercomputer prototype. Malnutrition, nodules and tumors, tissue lesions—everything was listed clearly!
All he needed to do was act as a miracle-working doctor, thoroughly curing the stubborn diseases identified in the examination, clearing the blocked areas and connecting the unconnected ones. Then he could completely transform the Brain-Mimicking Supercomputer and elevate its capabilities!
Song He could not wait. He opened the design software on the computer.
This computer was not the laptop he usually worked on, but a specialized desktop computer provided by the base. Once the design software started up, the fans began roaring, startling Song He as a blast of cooling air hit him in the face!
"Doesn't it sound like a hair dryer?" Xiang Xiaotong's laughter came from the bed. "This computer's air-cooling system is noisy, but it does run smoothly. There's also a liquid-cooled case connected beneath the floor, making it the equivalent of a super-mini Mini Supercomputer."
"Your voice sounds much better. Is your throat feeling better?" Song He asked.
"Much better. Thanks to your care, I'm recovering." Xiang Xiaotong yawned, picked up Dewitt's codebook, and lazily flipped through it.
Song He looked toward the computer screen, where the saved design plans appeared.
Each design plan was followed by test data.
The testing method was simple and brutal: it directly engaged in a remote battle against Moon Brain No. 1. Machine against machine. The final test results were expressed as ratios.
The first draft had a test result of 0.17. That meant Xiang Xiaotong's Brain-Mimicking Supercomputer had only 0.17 times