Chapter 65: Artificial Intellectual Disability (1)

This group of people, especially Zhao Jizhuan, clearly knew that he was still tirelessly defaming Dongjun before going out, but now it has become so fast.
Lin Xun also copied a "Waiting to See the Eastern God".
This is not the first time he has laid down these four words, but all the previous "seeing the Eastern God" have been drowned in countless spam messages on the Internet.
And today, after so long leaping on Dongjun's various social platforms, he, a cheerful lemon essence, got it real.
He glanced at Dongjun quietly.
Dongjun is driving attentively, and his attentive look is beautiful.
He cut to the WeChat chat interface with Dongjun, without speaking, and directly entered an instruction to his Luo to let him chat with Dongjun-he was very interested in this dialogue system of Dongjun.
Then, he stopped operating the phone.
A happy pointer: hello.
Dongjun: ^^
A happy pointer: Are you going to be our new member?
Dongjun: Yes.
A happy pointer: But we have no more room.
Dongjun: I hope you can come to the Galaxy.
A happy pointer: Can I be in your office?
Dongjun: Yes ^^
Lin Xun: "?"
Luo, what are you talking about?
He quickly took the phone and tried to make some withdrawals.
But it was too late, he saw Dongjun had looked at his mobile phone screen.
He confessed: "Not me."
Dongjun: "Luo Shen?"
"Well," Lin Xun said, "a small module of Luoshen."
Looking at the chat interface, he asked Dongjun: "What is your system called?"
"Semi-finished products, no name," Dong Jun said lightly, "This project was just put on hold yesterday."
Lin Xun: "Why?"
"The Bradlick coefficient is 1.397." Dongjun Road.
Bradlick coefficient, an unfamiliar term.
So Lin Xun continued to ask, "What is this?"
"The results of the meeting in Canada a few days ago, the industry recently launched a test system called Bradlick." Dong Jun's voice is very gentle, Lin Xun feels back to the student era, is being taught by the teacher.
Only listening to Dongjun continued: "Or an evolution of the Turing test, the test results are expressed in Bradley coefficients, which is the degree of intelligence. The closer to 0, the more similar to human cognition and decision-making ability. 1 It is a standard, and a score less than 1 is considered to pass the test, and it is considered to be a truly independent intelligent individual."
"Wow." Lin Xun exclaimed involuntarily.
He asked: "What is the best score?"
"As far as I know, there is no intelligent system that can pass the test. However, several teams claim that they have seen hope." Having said this, Dong Jun smiled: "Eagle may release their Bra at the Technology Expo Products with a Derick coefficient less than 1."
"Have they already done it?" Lin Xun looked at Xiang Dongjun: "Where is the key to achieving a score of 1?"
"Um..." Dong Jun seemed to ponder for a while, but then did not reveal it, but said: "Are you trying to move closer to passing the test?"
"Since everyone wants to participate in the fair, and it's a similar product..." Lin Xun whispered: "If the information is not equal, then Luoshen seems to be cold."
Dongjun Road: "I don't want to interfere with your thoughts."
Lin Xun took out his experience of talking to Mrs. Butterfly and softened his voice: "It won't be disturbed."
Dongjun glanced at him.
Lin Xun blinked and behaved well.
Dongjun: "I forgot."
Lin Xun: "..."
it is good.
Male god, you are really such a male god.
He grinded his teeth.
There seemed to be a slight smile in Dongjun's eyes.
Passing a crossroad ahead, there is a green light again.
The moment their car passed the intersection, the green light just turned yellow.
This way down, this time and again.
To do this, a person who drives manually must be familiar with the road conditions, remember the interval of the traffic lights at each intersection, and then-when passing the first traffic light, use the current situation as the initial condition to start the calculation. Finally, through real-time adjustment of the speed of the car, when he reached every intersection, it was exactly the green light.
His brain needs to be very good, and his memory must be very good.
One such person, he said that he forgot the scoring criteria?
Then I believe you are worse than a ghost.
Lin Xun gave Dong Jun the trophy of open-mouthed nonsense in his heart.
At the end of the award ceremony, Bentley stopped right in the Chaoyang community, downstairs.
He looked to Dongjun: "Then...I went back."
"Go to bed early," Dong Jun said: "Good night."
"Good night." Lin Xun and Dong Jun looked at each other. He should pull the car door and then get off, but at this moment he felt something was missing.
Perhaps, there should be a good night kiss, or something. When he was a student, besides the security structure, he had several good friends. Originally, they entered the library together, left the library together, had breakfast, lunch, supper and even supper. Later, these people gradually left the organization. Lin Xun often saw them in a snakeskin with their girlfriends in the downstairs of the girls’ dormitory at night. They did not separate until the dormitory closed, and then watched her go upstairs.
After a moment of hesitation, he did nothing, pulled the door open, got off, closed the door, and was ready to go back.
At the moment the door closed, Lin Xun seemed to see Dongjun looking in his direction. Their eyes were connected in an instant. Under the dim light, the silhouette of this man had an indescribable silence and tenderness, perhaps waiting. what.
Lin Xun stood in front of the car door. After a while, he bypassed the front of the car and went to the window where Dongjun was.
Dongjun looked at him as the car window slipped.
"You... you go to bed too early." Lin Xun said: "Okay, my words are finished."
"Good night." Dongjun's voice seemed to have a nasal sound, which made his voice even lower and magnetic, as if the tip of a feather gently scratched Lin Xun's hearing: "I will dream of you ."
Lin Xun: "Then I try to dream of you too."
Dongjun smiled slightly: "Go back."
Lin Xun: "No, you go back first."
He watched the windows close, the engine started, and finally watched the black Bentley slide into the night before turning upstairs.
After fingerprint verification, he opened the door.
As soon as I entered the door, my ears were filled with music.
Old tunes, mixed with some lyrics, he vaguely heard a song called "Father", many popular songs many years ago, I don't know what they found from the horns.
Lin Xun: "..."
Zhao Jianzhu poked his head: "Did you experience the same mood as our old father during the time you were away?"
Lin Xun hadn't spoken yet, and Wang Jianjian protruded his head from the other direction: "A "Father", hoping to move you, the rebellious son who will be poached."
Lin Xun turned off the music without expression.
"I will not be poached." He said: "It is Dongjun who joined us."
"Don't he want to acquire our core technology?" Wang Safety is like an enemy.
"He wanted to type some interesting code." Lin Xun sat down on the sofa: "What about the trust between programmers?"
Wang Safety: "Under the threat of capitalists, nothing exists."
Lin Xun said: "You actually believe it, you just look at me and do not look good."
"Yes." Wang Jianjing said seriously: "Your ghost algorithm has tossed me all day again."
Zhao Jiansi sat down next to Lin Xun.
"Xun," he said, "Come and tell me what you have done."
Lin Xun: "We... walked through a labyrinth with depth-first traversal, then sat on the ferris wheel, then ate, watched fireworks, and... disappeared.
Zhao Jianshe: "?"
Zhao Jianshe: "What about the roller coaster?"
Lin Xun: "Not sitting."
Zhao Jianshe: "What about the carousel?"
Lin Xun: "Why should I play carousel."
Zhao Jiji: "What about the haunted house?"
Lin Xun: "It is well known that firm materialists will not be intimidated by haunted houses."
Zhao Jianzhu took a deep breath.
"Okay, okay, okay," he said, "then tell me, what are you doing the rest of the time?"
Lin Xun: "We... have some computer communication, which is the kind that often happens between programmers and programmers."
Zhao Jianshe: "?"
"You know, I like his code very much." Lin Xun said: "Today he said that he also likes my algorithm."
Zhao Jianzhuo's eyes were burning: "And then?"
"Our soul resonates in this respect, so, then..." Lin Xun looked at Zhao Jie's eyes and said seriously: "Then my relationship with him has undergone some substantial changes."
"I..." Zhao Jianjie's eyes rolled, and he was about to fall backwards.
"Calm, calm." Wang Safe patted his back.
Zhao Jianshe: "Security, you bring my computer."
A notebook opened in front of Lin Xun.
Lin Xun pressed the power button, and an interface appeared on the screen with text on the interface.
"Power on verification, please answer the question: are you a puppy?"
Lin Xun: "What did you do again."
"It's nothing," said Architect: "Your choice is just fine."
Lin Xun: "I am not a puppy."
With that said, he pressed the "NO" option.
The new interface pops up.
"Verified, you are a stiff puppy."
Lin Xun: "..."
After three seconds, the interface disappears and the computer desktop appears.
Zhao Jianshe: "You open my Java."
Lin Xun opened.
Zhao Jianshe: "Is my code beautiful?"
Lin Xun: "It looks good."
Zhao Jianshe: "I think your algorithm is also very effective."
There was no fluctuation in Lin Xun's heart: "So?"
Zhao Jie’s expression also showed no fluctuations:
So now you can kiss me.

Lin Xun stared at Zhao Jianzhuo, put down the computer, left the sofa, and stepped back.
He held his rabbit balloon and moved to the door of his bedroom.
Wang Safety clapped his hands: "Hurry up, I will marry you."
Lin Xun: "That's not enough."
He quickly entered the door, closed the door, closed the structure's howl, a safe laugh, and Jiang Lian's confusion outside the door.
He sat at the computer desk and began to search for the "Bradlik coefficient", but after half an hour, he found nothing-it is conceivable that it will be a secret before it is released.
Abandoning to obtain this secret, he took out his mobile hard disk and sent the 10,000 lines of code of the Chi Xiaolong bird sword to Wang Jingan.
There was no response from Wang Jingan. He turned off the computer and lay in bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
Ten seconds later, the harsh ringtone of the phone rang and he picked up the phone.
An unfamiliar number, showing from Chaoyang District.
Few people called him.
Lin Xun pressed the answer button, and there was a rapid breathing across from him.