On Sunday morning, nearly fifty programmers from the institute gathered in the conference room of the Exeter Computer Research Center. Although there were not many people, they were all young hackers with many tricks. But in addition to Alice, who was hosting the meeting, there was also a younger girl who was particularly noticeable. The Chinese girl Ada sat next to the host excitedly, and she was invited.

So, when the last companion arrived, Alice spoke, "Ladies... no ladies, little girls, and gentlemen, good morning everyone."

"Hey, Neo." Somewhere on the round table, Kevin Mitnik wore sunglasses indoors and said, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and get to the topic!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bob Ryan at the other end of the round table also smiled and said, "That's right, I'm busy being called by you, hurry up and get to the topic!"

"Agree with you, hurry up and talk about the topic." This is Harry Punez, who held the potato chips but didn't chew them. The potato chips were delivered by his girlfriend this morning.

"Oh, it seems that everyone is pragmatists," Alice pursed and said, "Then I'll start talking directly."

It’s no wonder that everyone doesn’t like me. After all, the regular meeting has always started on Monday, and the current event has been gathered by her. Many people here are either obsessive-compulsive disorder or schedule robots. The interruption of lifestyle is the most annoying thing.

"Have you heard of a person's name?" Alice intends to use this as an entry point: "Arnim Zora?"

Compared to randomly looking for someone in global household registration files, the employees in front of them are the most appropriate choice. Alice knows better than anyone else that 99% of the employees in her institute are all kinds of dishonest master hackers, and the information resources they have are all CIA-level!

However, when she asked this question with anticipation, everyone was looking at each other.

Of course, everyone knows that Alice will not ask stupid questions. Everyone here happens to be very "learning" "mistake scholars". Since Alice asked this, it must be that she really wants to find such a character.

But really... I don't have any impression!

"Arnim Zora?" Bob Rean said, touching his big square chin, "I haven't heard of it, Neo, which new power source character is this?"

Kevin Mitnik thoughtfully said: "The surname Zora is very impressive, but I really don't have any impression of it. Believe me, boss, if I heard of it, I will definitely not tell you."

Harry Punez finished the potato chips and wondered: "Neo, are you sure this is not the sequelae of your just acquired DC?"

The others were fine, Harry's question was a bit too much, Alice glared at him: "What do you mean? Can I still imagine a superhero for you to guess?"

A colleague spoke: "Neo, you should tell us who he is first? If you just have a person's name, the search range is too wide, right?"

"About this...you can take a look at this." There was nothing to hide, Alice took the algorithm file from the desk behind her. Of course, she did not print out fifty points of the three hundred pages of the file, but simply divided the pages into fifty points, and threw them to everyone one by one.

Next, there was naturally a quiet silence, but this silence only belonged to the programmers. It was precisely because of this empty space that Ada, who was sitting next to Alice, began to be dishonest.

"Sister Alice," she said curiously and seriously: "What you gave them was what that person wrote?"

"Smart!" Alice touched the little sister's head. After all, in this situation, most people often think of characters: "This Zora seems to be a programmer, and what I'm showing you is an algorithm he wrote."

Programming and algorithms are not something Ada can understand, but she knows how to observe very well. The only thing an ordinary ten-year-old girl can do when she comes to the advanced research institute is to observe. She immediately observed that when she gets along, all kinds of former hackers who claim to be genius, and current researchers, whose eyes are wide open, staring at the files in her hands as if she is shocked and treasured, she can't lift her head as soon as she lowers her head.

"What awesome." Ada silently concluded that as far as she knew, this group of people would appear only when Alice presented her own programming code. It was like this every time. When Alice wrote a string of code casually, the group of hackers would be excited and read it with relish for a while, as if it was a world-class work.

What Ada has observed now is that the group of people are almost looking at Alice's own code when looking at these algorithms. It is just because of some "you know" reasons that they are surprised and surprised, and are even more shocked and surprised.

Ada would not speak out on his own, so boss Alice was naturally more happy to pretend to be deeper, and even had a pose with his hands on his chin. Time passed by bit in silence, and the thirty pages of code actually made them read for less than half an hour. Then, when the third moment was about to arrive, these masters who were basically at the same speed put down the materials in their hands one by one, and looked emotional and shocked.

In this way, one person after another kept putting down the materials, and after a minute of work, reading finally stopped.

After another seven or eight seconds of silence, Alice said, "How are you, what do you think?"

Ada looked left and right, and wisely without saying a word, playing the role of his mascot.

"Hu..." After a long sigh, Kevin Mitnik took off the sunglasses he was wearing even when he was reading the materials: "Alice, I'm sure this algorithm was not written by you. Although you have this level, it's not like this."

"That's right," Harry Punes said with his eyes shining: "If Alice's programming style is just like the person, then this algorithm obviously has the personality and style of another person, a kind of..."

Ada couldn't help but interrupt: "Can the programming code also reflect the author's personality!?"

The little girl was really shocked. What are these and what. To talk about a wonderful literary work, critics can certainly feel the author's writing style from the word selection and sentence making, but why does programming have such things?

"Of course there is!" Hearing that Little Aida actually had the intention to question her, Harry immediately became anxious with her: "Every program exists in a soul, for example..."

"Stop, stop, stop, stop!" Alice interrupted his people in a very timely manner and went crazy: "When we really develop the three-dimensional computer to the level of 'me, robot', you go and talk to him or her, stop now!"

Then, she narrowed her eyes again and looked at Harry with a threatening feeling: "In addition, you said that my programming style is just like the person. Then Harry, let's talk about it carefully, what kind of person am I?"

It was about to go off topic, and Kevin Mitnik quickly took the lead in persuading the boss. In this way, Alice let the poor little fat man go over. Let someone wipe her cold sweat constantly, and she returned to the topic and said, "Okay, although each of you is only reading a part of the code, I believe everyone can understand something."

"This is an algorithm that uses matrix as a means to evolve and deduce the future trend of the data source based on probability and statistics. I don't care how practical it can be, and whether this algorithm has any possibility of progress. What I need to do now is to find this programmer. No one has any questions, right?"

Among the hackers here, who has the most prestige besides Alice, of course, Kevin, who invaded the Pentagon many times and fought with Alice himself. He put on his sunglasses again, touched his hair very coolly, and leaned back on the chair.

"This is too simple. Anyway, we have a supercomputer underground. Let us all use it as a computer to make the whole world's network turn over! I don't believe that guy can't go online at all. Alice, you must have noticed that the data source of this algorithm is completely based on the 'n+1' structure and is not used to evolve the evolution of a single thing. Think about it, which data source in this world can be larger than the entire Internet?"

The same word was given multiple meanings in different contexts, and of course everyone could understand it. Immediately, a shout of applause immediately sounded, and the excited Harry looked up at the sky with a dreamy look of forty-five degrees, not knowing what was good at the vent in the corner of the wall.

"Then this is a very troublesome job." Even the lively scene, Alice had to speak, everyone would immediately be quiet: "After all, you have never heard of his name. Obviously, this guy has not used this name to travel through the world. After all, are you all old people? Let a group of old people find someone who doesn't even know about the old people, have you figured out what to do?"

This is indeed a problem, so Kevin asked immediately: "The most critical question is, where did you get this data source?"

Undoubtedly, Brody's deeds were about to be exposed to everyone. After learning that this elite former SEAL sniper had confused himself for such a sense of embarrassment, the conference room laughed again, and no one gave the front desk guy face.

"No, no, I really can't do it! Hahaha~ I'm so laughing to death~"

"Then, puff, then deal with that rig company more quickly. Puff, boss, this is your life."

"No, no, don't make a fuss, I'm going to laugh to death. Wait, Neo, postpone the meeting." At the end of the laughter, Harry, who had collapsed under the chair, got up and laughed weakly: "I said, guys, everyone has come out of the medical room now, and now at the front desk, let's go and laugh together!"

In this way, with someone's happy acquiescence, the wolves and crying screams rushed out of the conference room like a tide and headed towards the building.

Then, Alice, who was still in the conference room, asked Ada beside her: "Girl, will you make Brody's fault?"

Little Aida looked at her with one eyebrow: "What a joke!" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!