Only an hour later, Lincoln posted the video on the social dia platform "Spiritual Rhinoceros."
NetDragon PR Departnt staff, from interns to departnt supervisors, all suddenly received calls and had to return to work overti.
Nurous netizens who thought he would apologize and back down also clicked on the video.
In the video, dressed in a white shirt, Lincoln sat squarely in front of the cara. Just by his deanor, he seed like a sincere and introverted good student.
But that good student was gone.
So his opening words were full of venom: "So people say I know nothing and yet dean, quotes, 'national technology enterprises,' quotes, their innovative spirit, warning not to cause trouble if I can't make sothing better."
"Even though they know shit about technology, they can arrogantly demand others learn refrigeration before judging a refrigerator. This bunch of people either have bad intentions or are just insane."
"But I'm a compassionate person, so to take care of the ntally ill, I'll educate them for free!"
"By the way, I'll also teach NetDragon what real, epoch-making human-computer interaction technology is, so they can at least have so reference next ti they talk nonsense at a press conference."
"See you in a week."
Undoubtedly, the online public opinion exploded.
Lincoln was already at the center of the internet whirlpool, and now netizens saw this ungraduated person suddenly arrogantly claiming to make a global leading technological breakthrough—it was as absurd as so pseudoscientific figure suddenly claiming to unify algebra and geotry and promising to reveal the proof process in a week.
No one believed he could actually do it.
The comnt section was imdiately seized.
"Just a cry for attention, has he gone mad?!"
"I bet he's lost his mind."
"Ten years of research by the world's scientists = I can do it in a week."
"Turing Award winner 2031 locked in! Let's congratulate Lin, in addition to receiving the highest honor in the field of computer science, for being Donghua University's outstanding student /sarcasm!"
"Suggest calling a ntal hospital, room and board expenses could be paid for by selling his brain, if anyone wants it."
...
Of course, there were supporters on the internet, but they were few and quickly drowned in the tsunami of abuse.
But whether it was support or insults, Lincoln had no ti to pay attention - he was busy eating.
The al was brought to him by the property managent after he demanded they protect his personal safety.
Lincoln ate in front of his computer, enjoying the food and occasionally glancing at his code that improved without stopping. His mood soared with every bite.
This was way better than watching TV while eating.
As he ate, he pondered how far to go this ti.
First of all, it would be difficult for artificial intelligence alone to make a shocking effect, as his equipnt was so rudintary and the predecessor didn't have the money for high-end AI devices. The full potential of AI couldn't be demonstrated, and people would have a hard ti believing it, thinking it was just high-end simulated intelligence.
Moreover, he was reluctant to publicly disclose AI technology.
So he had to perfect the Brainwave Neural Interaction Device.
NetDragon's press conference presented this device—a large helt that captured brain waves in which the wearer could control cursor movent. However, the interference made the cursor move slowly and could only perform simple operations.
It could also only receive brain wave signals, convert them to electrical signals, and input them into the computer; not the other way around.
But Lincoln could do it! He had perfected the technology in his mind!
This brain wave signal decoding and translation technology was far more advanced than the current one! It could not only translate brain wave signals into electrical signals for the computer to recognize but also convert electrical signals into neural signals for the brain to recognize!
Just like telepathy, magical effects could be achieved.
At that ti, there would be no need for hands; whatever the brain thought, the computer could do.
When playing gas and losing, one could no longer bla "clumsy hands" but instead "a clumsy brain"!
If left to develop at the pace of technology, this would be as difficult to achieve as controllable nuclear fusion—requiring "the next 50 years."
But for Lincoln, it was straightforward to implent, as a complete set of brain-recognizable instructions was already in his mind. It was just a matter of getting his hands to work.
Once the AI was fully optimized, he wouldn't even need to do it himself; the AI would do it for him.
His only problem was the lack of money.
He needed to purchase many devices for modification and adjustnt. What would otherwise require millions or even tens of millions in research investnt, he could accomplish with just a few thousand dollars—it was amazingly cheap!
But the problem was, he didn't even have ten thousand yuan. To be precise: his entire savings was only 7800 yuan.
"What a problem," Lincoln thought, suddenly finding his food unappetizing, "Where do I get the equipnt?"
"Buzzzzz―"
Lincoln picked up his vibrating phone and saw a ssage from the class group, with Edmund jumping up and down.
"Lincoln, do you know what you're doing? You're tarnishing our school's reputation!"
"If you've said sothing wrong, just admit it honestly, is it that hard? You're stubborn and not afraid of losing face, but other classmates are, they're afraid of saying they're from the sa school as you. Delete it quickly, stop embarrassing the school."
Lincoln imdiately leaned back in disbelief, what's wrong? Isn't this the jerk who secretly recorded the video and posted it online?
Does he even have the face to set the rhythm here?
Lincoln grabbed his wireless keyboard and connected it to his phone.
There's no choice, you can't spoil such petty people, he must get on the keyboard to enjoy it. The small phone screen affects his performance.
But before he had ti to type, he saw a classmate step forward and say, "Edmund, how could you talk like that? Wasn't the video posted by you? The issue started because of you, and you're still making sarcastic comnts here?"
That's good, Lincoln nodded in approval, this classmate was on the right track.
Let make way, the keyboard wizard is coming on stage, be careful of keyboard energy hurting you all.
Lincoln began typing furiously on his keyboard.
"Tarnishing school reputation? Does telling the truth tarnish a school's reputation? Does respecting scientific research and technology tarnish a school's reputation? Does being an honest person tarnish a school's reputation?"
"You're the one tarnishing the school's reputation, aren't you? Speaking ill of people behind their backs, employing cunning tricks against your classmates, submitting to authority and showing no respect for academics! What kind of authority is NetDragon, that you can't even stand upright? Your character is not only poor, your knees are soft too! You're used to being a petty person, aren't you!"
Having probably never seen such firepower, the class group fell silent for a mont as they watched Lincoln's output. Even the class counselor, who had intended to say sothing, had his fingers hovering over the phone screen, unsure of what to say.
Edmund was clearly furious, "What nonsense! Who has soft knees! Who has spoken ill of people!"
Alas, too naive, Lincoln sighed and shook his head.
But it didn't affect his output.
"Of course, it's you! Edmund! The cause of all these problems, the culprit behind the destruction of class unity, the one who maliciously caused a classmate to be exposed online, and never forgetting to kick them while they're down. You're the rotten applesauce in a pot of good porridge— Edmund."
"You motherfu—" In the dorm, Edmund clenched his phone tightly, teeth grinding in hatred, but didn't know what to retort.
The key to winning an argunt is montum. That's why, with just a few harsh sentences, one can win by sheer volu alone—it's all about montum.
However, students often have a thinner skin, and fights usually don't escalate to na-calling. They usually resort to passive-aggressive remarks, let alone engaging in phone and keyboard argunts. Lincoln's onslaught could be considered a dinsional strike.
The class counselor, who had seen so situations, quickly snapped out of it and stopped Lincoln. "Alright, don't fight in the class group. Students don't need to worry that the video Lincoln posted will affect the school; it's an exaggeration. Donghua University has been around for a hundred years; its reputation isn't so easily affected."
"Also, Lincoln, since you posted this video, you must have made so technical improvents, right?"
In the counselor's eyes, Lincoln has always been an excellent student. Although brain control technology hasn't made much progress in recent years, scattered small innovations have occurred. It's entirely possible that Lincoln has made so minor optimizations in its application.
Exaggerating doesn't count as a big problem for a young and spirited individual like Lincoln. Encouragent is the main strategy here.
"Yes, I've made a few improvents." They're probably on par with the kind of improvents that turned a caveman's bones thrown into the sky into a spaceship.
"If you need any help, just let know. I'll help you find the relevant professors if I can't solve the problem myself."
Lincoln hesitated for a mont, "I need so equipnt..."
"Leave it to . I have a responsibility to help Lincoln with this issue. At the very least, I can help with equipnt and materials."
Lincoln looked at the ssage, from Camille Victoria. Goodness.
It does have sothing to do with her. Not only did her fans push the video to the top of hot searches, but ever since she transferred to double major, Edmund has been infatuated with the girl, but Princess Camille has always been polite and distant with him.
Edmund saw Princess Camille being indifferent to him, but often actively talking to Lincoln, so he's always been at odds with Lincoln.
However, thinking about it, Lincoln couldn't help but smile and replied, "Okay, then I'll trouble Miss Camille, we'll chat privately."
"Ahh!" Edmund roared in fury in his dorm and slamd his phone hard on the floor; the parts scattered everywhere with a "clang."
But that's not Lincoln's problem, Princess Camille is already texting him.
"Lincoln, what equipnt do you need? I'll do my best to get it to you quickly."
Lincoln hesitated to ask a stranger for money, so he thought for a mont, then listed the equipnt he needed in detail, ranked them by cost-effectiveness, and sent it to Princess Camille.
"I'm not sure about the market prices of these items now, the budget is 7000 dollars, just let soone help you buy them according to the list from top to bottom. Stop when the money runs out, and don't buy the rest of the items."
According to his estimate, 7000 dollars should be barely enough to put together a "holess version." There's no way he could produce a virtual ga straight away to blow everybody's mind, but it should be enough to handle the situation a week from now.
"Wait!" Lincoln suddenly thought, "Why call it the 'holess version?' This is clearly the 'youth version!'"
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