Song He sat at the computer, tapping away.
The Brain-Mimicking Programming was running on the computer screen. In the darkness, countless undulating mountains emerged, layer upon layer, formed from hundreds or thousands of yellow dots.
His idea was simple and crude: build an Electronic Sand Table!
He would use Brain-Mimicking Programming to simulate a desert environment, then use it to simulate targets and a swarm of drones, repeatedly modifying the program for testing!
"Holy crap, are you making an Electronic Sand Table?" Xie Yuanxun had no idea when he had appeared beside him, but his tone was full of shock.
"Weren't you going to challenge me? What's the meaning of peeking at my work?" Song He turned around in alarm.
"I came over to look at the data sheets. When I turned around, I couldn't help taking a glance. Then I saw you making an electronic sand dune." Xie Yuanxun raised a hand and tapped the data sheets on the wall as he explained. "You can look at mine too."
"Then... let me see yours!"
Xie Yuanxun turned his laptop around and aimed it at Song He.
Song He swept his gaze across it and was shocked again. "You're directly constructing a trajectory supermodel? You're that fierce?"
"Fierce my ass. I bit off more than I could chew. I built the beginning but couldn't continue, so I was going to reread the data sheets for inspiration." Xie Yuanxun smiled bitterly. "I'm going to copy your approach and build an Electronic Sand Table to simulate it too."
Song He calmly nodded and continued working.
He was not worried in the slightest.
It did not matter if Xie Yuanxun copied the broad direction. The key to producing results lay in the details!
It was like how aircraft carriers from World War II