In the conference room of the Exeter Computer Research Center on Sunday morning, nearly 50 programmers from all over the institute gathered together, although there were not many people, but all of them were young hackers with a lot of ideas. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 But in addition to Alice, who presided over the meeting, there was also a younger girl who was particularly eye-catching, and the Chinese girl Ida sat excitedly next to the host, she was invited.

So, when the last companion arrived, Alice said, "Ladies...... Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. ”

"Hey, Neo. Somewhere at a big round table, Kevin Mitnick was wearing sunglasses indoors and said, "Don't talk nonsense, get to the point!"

Before his words fell, Bob Ryan at the other end of the round table also smiled: "That's it, I'm busy when I was called by you, hurry up and get to the point!"

"Agree with the two, let's get to the point. "This is Harry Purness with potato chips in his mouth but not chewing them, and the potato chips were delivered by his girlfriend this morning.

"Oh, it seems that everyone is pragmatist," said Alice, pouting since the routine greeting had not yielded any benefit, "then I'll go straight to it." ”

It's no wonder that everyone doesn't want to see themselves, after all, the regular meeting has always started on Monday, and the current one is gathered by her coldly. Many of you are either obsessive-compulsive or schedule robots, and interrupting your habitual lifestyle is the most annoying.

"Have you ever heard of a name?" Alice intended to use as a starting point: "Anim Zola?"

Rather than looking for a person in the global household registration file, the employees in front of her are the most appropriate choice, Alice knows better than anyone that 99% of the employees in her research institute are all kinds of dishonest master hackers, and the information resources they have are all CIA-level!

However, when she asked the question expectantly, everyone looked at each other.

Of course, everyone knows that Alice doesn't ask stupid questions, and everyone here happens to be very "erudite" "miscellaneous scholars", and since Alice asked so, it must be that she really wants to find such a character.

But really...... Not impressive!

"Anim-Zola?" Bob Ryan said, touching his big square chin, "Haven't heard of it, Neo, which new power character is this?"

Kevin Mitnick said thoughtfully: "The surname Zora is very impressive, but I really don't have any impressions. Trust me, boss, if I had heard of it, I wouldn't have told you. ”

Harry Purness finished the chips and wondered, "Neo, are you sure this isn't the after-effects of your acquisition of DC?"

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

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

"About that...... You guys can take a look at this. Nothing to hide, Alice retrieved the algorithm file from the desk behind her. Of course, she didn't print out the 300 pages of the document in a very boring way, but simply divided the pages into fifty and threw them at everyone one by one.

Then, of course, there was a silence for a while, but this silence only belonged to the programmers, and it was Ada, who was sitting next to Alice, who took advantage of this emptiness, to start being dishonest.

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

"Clever!" Alice touched her little sister's head, after all, in this situation, ordinary people often think of only the character introduction: "This Zora seems to be a programmer, and what I show you is an algorithm he wrote." ”

Programming and algorithms or something, it's really not something Ida can understand, but she knows how to observe, and the only thing an ordinary ten-year-old girl can do when she comes to the Institute of Advanced Studies is to observe. She immediately observed that this group of former hackers and current researchers, who claimed to be geniuses when they got along with each other, looked at the documents in their hands in shock and shock, and couldn't lift them up as soon as they lowered their heads.

"It's amazing. Ida silently concluded that the group of people reading as they were now, as far as she knew, would only appear when Alice presented her programming code. Every time, when Alice writes even a random string of code, the hackers read it with gusto, as if it were a world masterpiece.

What Ada is now observing is that the way this group of people look at these algorithms is almost the same as looking at Alice's own code. It's just that for some "you know" reasons, they are surprised and surprised, but they are also shocked and surprised.

Ida didn't take the initiative to say anything, and Boss Alice was naturally happier to pretend to be deep, and even posed with her hands on her chin. Time passed in silence, and thirty pages of code made them look at it for more than half an hour. Then, when the third moment was about to arrive, these masters, whose speed was basically the same, put down the materials in their hands one by one, and they all looked emotional and shocked.

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

After seven or eight seconds of silence, Alice said, "How is it, guys, how do you feel?"

Ida looked left and right, and smartly kept silent, playing the role of her mascot.

"Whew......" With a long breath, Kevin Mitnick took off the sunglasses he was still wearing even when he was reading the material: "Alice, I'm sure you didn't write this algorithm, although you have this level, but it's not this style." ”

"That's right," Harry Purness said with a glint in his eyes: "If Alice, your programming style is as literary as her own, then this algorithm is obviously also with another person's personality style, a kind of ......"

Ada couldn't help but interject: "The programming code can also reflect the author's personality!?"

The little girl was really shocked, what and what was this. To speak of a wonderful literary work, critics can certainly feel the author's writing style from the choice of words and sentences, but how can there be such a thing as programming?

"Of course there is!" Hearing that little Ida actually questioned herself, Harry suddenly became anxious with her: "Every program has a soul, such as ......"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Alice interrupted his man in extreme time, "When are we really going to ...... Ah, when the ternary computer is developed to the point of 'me, a robot', you can go and fall in love with him or her, stop now!"

Then, she narrowed her eyes again and looked at Harry menacingly, "Also, you said that my programming style is like a person, so Harry, you should tell me what kind of person I am?"

It's going to be off-topic, it's going to be off-topic, Kevin Mitnick quickly took the lead in persuading the boss, and in this way, Alice let the poor little fat man go. Letting someone wipe a cold sweat, she returned to the topic and said, "Okay, although each of you is only reading a part of the code, I think everyone can understand something. ”

"This is an algorithm based on probability and statistics, using matrix as a means to realize the evolutionary derivation of the future trend of data sources. I don't care how far it can be used, and whether there is any possibility of improvement in this algorithm, all I need to do now is to find this programmer, everyone has no doubts, right?"

If you want to say who has the most prestige among the hackers here, except for Alice, of course, is Kevin, who has hacked the Pentagon many times and personally fought Alice. He put on his sunglasses again, wiped his hair rather coolly, and leaned back in his chair.

"This is too simple, anyway, we have a supercomputer underground, let us big guys use it as a computer, and turn the world's network upside down! I don't believe that guy can not use the Internet at all, Alice, you must have noticed that the data source of this algorithm is completely based on the 'n+1' structure, not for the evolution of a single thing. Think about it, is there any other data source in the world that is bigger than the entire Internet?"

The same word has been given multiple meanings in different contexts, and of course everyone understands it. Immediately, a cheer rang out, and the excited Harry looked up at the sky at a dreamy forty-five degree angle, not knowing what was so beautiful about the vent in the corner.

"That's a lot of work. Even if there is a lively scene, as soon as Alice speaks, everyone has to be quiet immediately: "After all, you haven't even heard of his name, obviously this guy at least hasn't used this name to walk through the rivers and lakes, after all, you are all old rivers and lakes." Let a group of old rivers and lakes find someone who doesn't even know the old rivers and lakes, have you figured out how to do it?"

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

Undoubtedly, Brudy's deeds are about to be exposed in front of everyone, and after learning that this elite former Navy SEAL sniper actually confused himself for such an embarrassing reason to get home, good guy, the conference room laughed again, and no one really gave face to the front desk brother.

"No, no, I'm really not good!Wowhahaha~ I'm really laughing to death~"

"Well, poof, let's deal with that rig company more. Poof, boss, it's your job. ”

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

In this way, with someone's acquiescence, the wolves and ghosts rushed out of the conference room like a tidal wave, all the way to the direction of the building.

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

Little Ida looked at her and raised an eyebrow: "What are you kidding!?" )