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Qin Yuzhu was holding her Thermos Cup, about to drink her tea, when suddenly the tea leaves no longer seemed fragrant.
What did he mean, their spaceship pilots' skills weren't mature enough yet, so they could only rely on Artificial Intelligence to fly?
Anyone who didn't know better would think people were actually piloting the spaceship.
In fact, the Forward had already left Blue Star, and it didn't have a manual piloting mode at all. It simply had a backup control system.
Having a pilot manually fly a massive spaceship was far too challenging with current technology.
If neural connection technology between the human brain and machines was ever realized, pilots might finally be able to control massive spaceships with ease.
Thinking of neural connection technology, Qin Yuzhu thought of Mo Jingchun.
A few years ago, under Mo Jingchun's leadership, Candy Technology had already achieved neural connection technology. It wasn't the brain-machine integration people imagined, but a simple neural connection that allowed prosthetic limbs to regain sensation.
With several years having passed, Qin Yuzhu had reason to suspect that Mo Jingchun had already achieved a brain-machine interface and realized neural connection technology in the true sense.
With a single thought, whatever the human brain imagined could be read, parsed, and understood by a computer.
Facing Mo Jingchun's smugness, Qin Yuzhu took a deep breath and asked cautiously:
"Any new progress on neural connection technology?"
As soon as she asked, Mo Jingchun, standing by the study window, guessed what Qin Yuzhu was thinking.
He smiled faintly. "The Hope uses two Artificial Intelligence piloting systems and one manual piloting system for emergencies. The books our pilots need to master to learn how to fly it are over a person's height in total."
"Sister Qin, after hearing that, do you