Early the next morning, Duchamp received the cheerful news and received a note written by Dr. Russell himself, with an illegible address written in scribbled handwriting.

Duchamp inquired about the address all the way to the south of the city. In an inconspicuous alley, find an equally unpretentious house, without signboards and any markings, no wonder it is so hard to find.

The door of the house was open, and Duchamp knocked on the door, but no one answered.

Duchamp listened intently, and there seemed to be some movement inside. He pushed open the door and walked in softly, peering at the sacred place in his heart.

Internally, Russell's workshop was not small, at least ten times larger than Duchamp's own lab. When Duchamp walked in, he saw two old men arguing in the backyard.

One of them, with a thin body, a strange hairstyle, and two thick mustaches, was none other than A. Russell, who was known to mainlanders. The other, though old, was five big and three thick, dressed in overalls, tied around his waist, his arms were twice as thick as Duchamp's, and his beard stood on end like a steel needle.

In front of the two men was a failed test subject, a smoking tin bucket of unknown purpose. The two were desperately pushing the blame onto each other at this time, and various academic terms came out of their mouths one by one.

Duchamp cleared his voice and shouted, "Is there anyone?" "Hopefully it will get the attention of both of them.

"Yes, yes." A crisp child's voice rang out from upstairs.

Duchamp looked his head towards the staircase, and his mood was instantly clear, only to see a little Lori with an oval face, small dimples, big eyes, and a smile that would flash when she smiled, jumping down from the upper floor.

Duchamp's eyes were full of stars: Tida, you have been so cute since you were a child!

Little Lori came downstairs, glanced helplessly at the two who had entered a state of fierce battle, and said to Duchamp: "Uncle, don't mind them, like this situation, it will be fine in a while." ”

Nani, uncle? Duchamp was about to vomit blood, so he quickly squatted down, maintaining the same height as Tida, and said seriously: "I'm not an uncle, I'm only 17 years old, you can call me, brother." ”

Brother? Tita glanced at Duchamp in bewilderment, but she immediately changed her name to her brother, and made Duchamp so beautiful that she hurriedly took out the gift in her pocket.

He pretended to be in the small bag he was carrying, but in fact, he took out a large number of Grantel specialties from the space backpack, and said with a smile: "Little sister, this is a gift for you." ”

Tita didn't pick up the candy, but pointed to Duchamp's small backpack in surprise and said, "Such a small bag can hold so many things." ”

Well, worthy of Tida, not blinded by snacks. Duchamp had no choice but to take down his empty backpack and show it to her, explaining: "There was nothing else in it, it was full of snacks." ”

It was a child, after all, and Tita quickly accepted the explanation. Duchamp took a box of marshmallows, tore them open and handed them to Tida, and the two squatted beside them and chatted happily.

Duchamp whispered to Tida, "What are they arguing about?" ”

Tita whispered, "I don't know, but the things that Grandpa Kelmer and Grandpa made together often explode. ”

Khan, Frankenstein's House really can't be explained by common sense.

After a while, Duchamp had already added one to Tyda's bond value, and Frankenstein suspended the dispute, turned around, and said in surprise: "Young man, when did you come in?" ”

"About half an hour ago."

Frankenstein, no, it should be Dr. Russell, turned to look at Tida, "Tida, you didn't warn me when a guest came. ”

Tida pouted and said unhappily, "I've been reminded many times. ”

Dr. Russell was embarrassed to walk over and hold out his hand and said, "My name is Albert Russell, young man, and welcome to you." ”

Duchamp hurriedly stretched out the two melon seeds and held Dr. Russell's hand tightly: "I'm very happy to see you, Dr. Russell, my name is Stellary Duchamp, and I'm from Ruray. ”

Dr. Russell quickly cleaned up the wreckage and beckoned Duchamp to sit down, and Tita volunteered to help them make coffee.

Dr. Russell asked Duchamp the purpose of his trip, and Duchamp couldn't say that he had come to admire your beard and brush up on your granddaughter's favorability, so he quickly threw out the prepared questions.

"As you know, in the north, the popularity of civilian power is not very high, so I founded a firm called 'Green Leaf Home Appliances' in Lulei, which is dedicated to the development of household power facilities. However, after manufacturing a batch of finished products, I personally feel that if you still rely on a large number of physical circuits to control the operation of household appliances, the control system will inevitably become very cumbersome and very material-intensive. ”

In later generations, almost all household appliances have used integrated circuit "chips", in the history of the electrification of the earth, the production of chips can be described as epoch-making, it will be easy to complete complex calculations, will control machines into simple and intelligent, and replace people to make countless judgments and work, since then people have realized remote control and unmanned factories and other modern industrial miracles.

And Chase Central Workshop is already developing a large-scale data processing system 'Capel', which is the equivalent of a large-scale computer on Earth. The large-scale computers on the earth were the first to be calculated by a large number of electron tubes, and the early computers were so large that they could only fit in a factory. Then, with the advent of silicon-based chips, computers became smaller, faster, and cheaper.

Duchamp was curious to know whether Semria was now in the era of the development of the tube, or was already in the era of chips.

Now Duchamp is developing a washing machine, and if there is no chip, he can only develop a double-drum washing machine that needs to be manually controlled, and if he has a chip, he can develop a fully automatic washing machine, it's as simple as that.

"Oh, that's an interesting area." Russell said happily. "It's not impossible to make it happen, it's just not too late yet."

Dr. Russell turned, took a square object from a nearby shelf, and showed it to Duchamp.

"Integrated circuit boards!" Duchamp exclaimed.

"This is a simplified version of the conduction algorithm, through the characteristics of the conductive force, a large number of the latest scientific and technological achievements are integrated into it. Theoretically, a single guide algorithm can be expanded indefinitely, or multiple guide force solvers can be connected in series, and more complex calculations can be performed. This is a new area that Chase Central Studio is fully developing. It's going to be born and it's going to give rise to a new generation of guiding revolution, you know what that is? Dr. Russell asked.

"It is the popularization and convenience of the use of conductive force." Duchamp said without thinking.

Dr. Russell looked at the young man appreciatively and complimented, "Yes, many people don't realize this and think that it can only be used for scientific research or other big calculations, but few people go straight to its subject as you do today." ”

"Oh, I've been praised by the professor, and I look like a good young man." The old man, Kelmo, also came over and joined the conversation.

"What was the name of that word you just used? Fuzzy calculation, this name is good, and it has a lot of connotation when you hear it. ”