346: Chapter 126: The 8th Martial God, Part 3 346: Chapter 126: The 8th Martial God, Part 3 Xiang Shan was currently using a relatively common Cultivation thod.
He had left a training set on that interstellar server in advance.
This training set was directly exported from his consciousness, the training samples were very pure, and could autonomously process so data.
They could be considered “AI close to a Pseudo-personality Mask”.
By receiving the data transmitted from this AI, and remotely inputting commands himself, his Biological Brain acted as if it were a terminal of the server — or to say, the goal of ditation Training was to allow the Biological Brain to acquire a mode similar to that of a computer.
Of course, all this happened at a deep level of consciousness.
To keep his superficial consciousness relaxed and to provide ntal drive for the Inner Strength cultivation, Xiang Shan also prepared a special ditation environnt for himself.
This place was Xiang Shan’s past ho.
But this was not an actual place.
It wasn’t that there was really a Virtual Space or a three-dinsional image file existing on a network sowhere, nor did Xiang Shan’s soul leave his body to enter the server.
He had rely implanted so programs into this server.
These programs constantly generated data.
Connected to this server, Xiang Shan, after downloading these data, his Biological Brain would respond to them.
He would “feel” the past ho.
This was sothing like a “stable dream.” This thing was a highly personalized network service, entirely different from the existing principles of full-sensory VR.
What Xiang Shan perceived were not “sensory signal data” sent from the server but more ambiguous data.
This data didn’t go through his sensory centers but directly took effect in the high-level cortex via electro-genetic probes through the Brain-Machine Barrier.
That is to say, they borrowed the computational capabilities of the server to stabilize the content of their “dreams”.
And the data stored on the server were not concrete images, audio, or sensory signals, but mory files.
Sensory signals appeared like “gibberish” to many machines and were difficult to understand.
mory files were even more ambiguous.
Just like how two people listening to the sa music would have different neural responses in their minds.
The differences in brain structure from person to person are even greater than those in fingerprints.
So, in theory, even King Aqini should not be able to see this “dream”.
For him, this belonged to “difficult to comprehend ambiguous data”.
Knowledge data might be sowhat easier to handle.
The “knowledge” installed by the Scientific Knight Order for each person belonged to that category.
As for collective mories as ambiguous as those used by Green Forest’s Ultimate Way Consensus Therapy, they used quite specialized encoding thods.
Even so, they relied on collective actions and slowly accumulated over ti.
This was rely Xiang Shan’s “personal experience”, an individual’s dream.
However, Xiang Shan saw a “person” here — or rather “felt” a person.
Another person’s consciousness was accessing this place.
The data uploaded contained clear traces of human consciousness.
After Xiang Shan’s Biological Brain preliminarily processed these data, it appeared as “a hazy human-shaped silhouette of black mist”.
No doubt the other party had a similar view of him.
Xiang Shan stood up.
The fact that he had not yet been blown up by King Aqini ant that this ought to be soone from Hero’s side.
He picked up a piece of paper from the coffee table and wrote down a line of text — this was a self-suggestion at an intuitive perceptual level.
In the machine’s viewpoint, this user generated a line of text.
“Who are you?”
The “black figure” swiped over the paper, and the words on it changed.
“Who am I?
I’d like to ask who you are.
My crawler found data on this server that’s extrely close to my personal sensory data.
I thought it was sothing left behind a long ti ago.
Why can you use this kind of personal experience data?”
“Personal data…” Xiang Shan was taken aback, but he quickly thought of a possibility.
Since 2030, Xiang Shan had been with Zhu Xinyu.
They had spent the most ti together.
Aside from the mories of “only Xiang Shan scenarios”, he had forty years of mories primarily from Zhu Xinyu’s perspective.
He was Xiang Shan.
But a significant part of his mories was from Zhu Xinyu’s perspective.
He was also “the person who saw the world from Zhu Xinyu’s viewpoint”, the “Xiang Shan in Zhu Xinyu’s eyes”.
So…
His “personal experience” could be the sa as Zhu Xinyu’s, which was completely normal.
Xiang Shan wanted to call out that na directly.
But he held back.
He couldn’t guarantee absolute safety even for the few hops from his end to the server.
If the forbidden na triggered a pre-set trap, the strike would be fatal.
He asked, “Does your Teacher include ‘Fire Virtue Star Lord’?”
“Fire Virtue Star Lord” was the ID of an old hacker who had “retired from Jianghu” 30 years before.
Maybe he had received amnesty to beco a White Hat, maybe changed his ID, or he could have died — of course, perhaps he simply didn’t want to mix in the circles anymore.
Zhu Xinyu got to know him on a forum in the 20s.
“Fire Virtue Star Lord” did indeed give technical guidance to this future world’s number one hacker.
Zhu Xinyu later didn’t think about seeking out this pathfinder.
Among the hackers who responded to “Hero’s” cause at the beginning of the secret war, nobody used this ID.
Even in the 30s, Zhu Xinyu and Hartman’s reputation in hacker circles surpassed his.
People from the era of Inner Strength wouldn’t rember such a guy.
The biggest thing he did was to be “Turing’s” ntor.
And Zhu Xinyu herself was sowhat a hacker.
She could still cover her own tracks.
Almost no one knew this “trivia”.
Words continuously erged on the paper: “Who are you?” “Who are you?” “Who are you?” “Who are you?” “Who are you?” “Who are you?” “Who are you?” “Who are you?” “Who are you?” “Who are you?” “Who are you?” “Who are you?” “Who are you?”
These characters, as though spurting from a fountain, even spilled off the page, onto the floor, the walls.
This guy’s emotions were so intense…
And in that instant, “the shadow” also beca clear in Xiang Shan’s subjective perception.
It was the shadow of a girl.
About twenty-six years old, her tied-up ponytail still carried a breath of youth, but her eyes and brows were now sharp.
This was the appearance he was most familiar with.
Xiang Shan cracked a smile and said, “A dead person.”
The two of them fully realized who the other was.
They had entered the sa dream.
Due to a special coincidence, two brains that should have had no connection shared a dream under the influence of a program.
Zhu Xinyu countered, “Died seven tis?
My mories?”
“There’s a delay of over three minutes.” Xiang Shan couldn’t help but reach out his hand, “Are you on Jupiter now?
Mars?
Or sowhere else?”
But his hand touched an invisible barrier.
He wanted to touch the girl’s shoulder, but was blocked by a wall of air.
“Stop disgusting ,” Zhu Xinyu said, “You think you’ve only died seven tis.
I know what you guys are, I’m very clear about what’s in your brains…
you…”
She bit her lip, seemingly with tears—in Xiang Shan’s subjective feeling, Zhu Xinyu might do this under such circumstances.
She wasn’t actually on a distant alien planet making this expression.
Yet, Xiang Shan felt a heart-wrenching pain.
He stepped back and then tried to change the subject, “Did you use a simple AI to reduce the delay, making the conversation more fluid?
That’s a nice try…
”
In fact, the real conversation happened between two AIs within a server—both he and Zhu Xinyu chose similar thods.
The AIs conducted the conversation, sending the data back to the remote biological brain.
The biological brain would then process the conversation and use experience to a priori guide the direction of the dialogue.
——Really worthy of the sa perspective…
Xiang Shan thought to himself.
Yet this behavior seed very close to the original Xiang Shan.
This act seed to further infuriate Zhu Xinyu.
Seconds later, the dream rippled like water.
New code poured in, beginning to rewrite the laws here.
“Get lost!”
Then, Xiang Shan awoke on the ground.
“Such a big reaction…” Xiang Shan moved his neck, “Should I bla Two for this?”
The birth process of the Second Martial God seed to be related to Zhu Xinyu.
But later, Zhu Xinyu couldn’t face the Second Martial God, so she left the core of the team.
The birth process of the Second Martial God…
probably wasn’t pretty.
Xiang Shan was sowhat relieved.
At least he hadn’t been killed by Zhu Xinyu through the network cable—of course, it was also possible that Zhu Xinyu just couldn’t do it now.
And her character was absolutely not the type to report him.
Xiang Shan touched his head, “What a pity for that illusion…
I had finally managed to build it.”
This kind of “personal experience” is much more ambiguous than “art materials,” so sculpting it was also much more difficult.
Xiang Shan had also put in a great deal of effort to write this stable “dream” online program.
Xiang Shan quickly reconnected to the server.
Zhu Xinyu seed to have left already.
Xiang Shan re-entered data, once again planting code within the server.
Several days later, a second program based on “personal experience” was also written.
It was still Xiang Shan’s past ho.
This was the place he had set up to live with Zhu Xinyu after returning to Beiping.
In his opinion, this place felt more like “ho” than anywhere else he had lived since.
At least have a dream.
A few days later, he rebuilt the dream’s virtual server.
But, a few hours later, the dream was popped like a bubble.
Zhu Xinyu seed to have co again.
Xiang Shan once more dived into the large server orbiting the sun, building codes for the third ti.
Zhu Xinyu might have visited, or perhaps not.
She seed to have given up on expelling this Personality Mask of Xiang Shan.
Another half a month passed, and Xiang Shan encountered a barrier in his Inner Strength cultivation.
He thought day and night but couldn’t find an answer.
He pondered back and forth, leaving a related file in the study of the dream.
He didn’t know if Zhu Xinyu would answer the question, but there was no harm in trying.
About seven or eight days later, Zhu Xinyu visited twice, with no response.
Xiang Shan untangled the puzzle himself.
But, on the tenth day…
There was an additional file in Xiang Shan’s mailbox.
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