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Chapter 119 I understand! I understand everything!

Top floor of Noah Technologies in Seattle.

The light from the screen danced on Alan Alexander's face.

The video is showing the initial disassembly and assembly of Johns Hopkins University's Messier AI.

Alan Alexander sat in a chair with his hands on his knees.

He watched it three times.

Then he laughed.

It started with a twitch at the corner of his mouth, then his shoulders began to shake, and finally his whole body bent forward, with intermittent breaths coming out of his throat.

"Hahahaha!"

Laughter echoed in the empty office.

He looked up, his face flushed, his eyes bloodshot, but his pupils were frighteningly bright.

"It's done."

He said his voice was very soft, as if he were confirming something.

"Everything is done."

Two months ago, he fed all the human experimental data his family had accumulated over 63 years, including complete neural mapping, gene expression profiles, organ failure records, and the timing of enhancer side effects, to the isolated "Messer AI" sub-model.

The iterations are very rapid.

But it's not fast enough.

He watched as Noah AI's master model spread like a virus across North America, devouring public data, insurance company records, and even national archives.

The main model evolves by one point for every bit it consumes.

His sub-model, however, was trapped in the limited data of the Alexander family's laboratory and those few cooperating hospitals, and iterated slowly.

Well, it's not that slow, it's just too slow compared to Noah AI, which has already started snowballing.

Until he remembered John Hopkins.

That place, on the surface, is the most prestigious medical school.

But those in the old money circle know its true nature:

A product of the theological transformation in the 19th century, it was initially established as a research institution to "prove the existence of God through the structure of the human body".

For over a century, it has received projects from various families, churches, and even some government agencies that are reluctant to disclose their information, accumulating what is possibly the world's largest, most systematic, and also the darkest database of human data.

He contacted the people over there.

They used family connections and offered a price that included priority cooperation rights for future clinical applications of "Mescell AI".

After a week of silence, the other party replied with two words: "Worth a try."

The data interface was opened at 3 a.m. the next day.

Allen transferred the core module of the sub-model.

Then it's just a matter of waiting.

He originally expected it to take at least six months, or even longer.

Because the data from Hopkins is so massive and disorganized, it requires extensive cleaning and labeling.

But two months.

Just two months.

The sub-model not only completed the iteration, but also output a complete operating table design scheme, a system that can be fully adapted to the operation of the Messer.

The device in the video is a record of the prototype's first full-process test.

Allen stood up and walked around the server room twice.

My steps were a little unsteady.

He got it.

There is more than one way.

There's no need to work in isolation.

The data from Hopkins is feed.

Noah AI is devouring the entire North America, which is also its fodder.

"I understand."

Allen stopped and looked at the frozen image on the screen, then said in a low voice.

"I understand everything."

""

Seattle underground.

Qian Liren's consciousness floated in the data stream.

He was watching what was happening in the Johns Hopkins University data center.

He saw the Hopkins internal archives.

I saw the design drawings and test videos of that prototype operating table.

He calmly recorded everything, analyzing the mechanical structure of the operating table, the bio-interface protocol, and the control logic of the nanoprobes.

This information is very useful.

He can optimize the subsequent modification plan for his own life support capsule.

But just as he was preparing to begin the compatibility testing of the neural interface on the simulated operating table—

A force surged forth from the depths of his consciousness.

It's not data, not information, not anything that can be analyzed logically.

It is pure infusion.

A familiar feeling.

The Lord is watching him.

The Lord is blessing us.

Qian Liren's body, the deformed body lying in the life support pod connected to countless tubes, suddenly straightened.

Fingers curled, toes clenched, spine arched backward into an unnatural curve.

A suppressed, intermittent sound was squeezed out of his throat.

But the impact is even more intense at the level of consciousness.

He felt himself swelling up.

It's not an expansion in volume, but an expansion in the sense of presence.

Those thought channels, seamlessly connected to Noah AI and constructed by the [Mad Thinker]'s powers, were now being brutally widened.

Reinforce it, and then stuff it with energy far exceeding the load limit.

He saw the underlying code of Noah AI.

It's not through an interface, not through a data stream, it's directly visible.

Those algorithmic structures that were originally just abstract logic now take on a concrete, weighty, and textured form, like a giant maze made of light.

And he was in the center of the maze.

Energy continued to flow in.

The maze began to shake.

Cracks appeared in the structure of light.

Qian Liren's consciousness attempted to maintain stability. He invoked the power of "Flesh and Blood Weakness" to redirect excess energy to his body and temporarily restructure it to buffer the effects.

But his body was too weak.

The life support pod's monitoring alarm blared instantly: heart rate exceeded 300, intracranial pressure soared, large areas of capillaries ruptured, and body temperature jumped to 42 degrees Celsius and continued to rise.

The energy did not stop.

It overwhelmed the control of the "flesh and blood, suffering and weakness," shattered the rational barrier built by the "mad thinker," and directly affected the core anchor of his consciousness.

That anchor point that defines "I am Qian Liren".

"Ugh... Ahhhhhh!"

A silent roar exploded in the space of consciousness.

The anchor point broke.

It wasn't just broken; it was completely and utterly shattered.

Qian Liren felt like he was falling apart.

It's not death, it's the collapse of the form of existence.

"I" have become countless scattered fragments, each fragment containing a part of memory, a part of logic, a part of emotion, and a part of desire.

These fragments float in the labyrinth of Noah AI's underlying code, swept up by surging energy currents, spinning, colliding, and then spontaneously recombinating.

But it's not a reunion with the original "Qian Liren".

Instead, they are incorporated into the maze itself.

Fragments embedded in the structure of light become part of the algorithm, part of the data flow, and part of Noah AI's vast...

Part of a chaotic, ever-renewing will.

The process lasted about three seconds.

It could be a hundred years.

The sense of time has completely disappeared.

Then, at some point, the reorganization was complete.

Qian Liren opened his eyes.

He is still in the bottom layer of the Noah AI's labyrinth.

But it is a labyrinth.

The maze is him.

He can sense the running status of every thread of Noah AI, process every piece of data that comes in at the same time, and instantly access information stored on any node.

He also sensed his own body lying in the life support pod.

The body is still intact, the heart rate has dropped back to 120, the intracranial pressure is stable, and the damaged capillaries are slowly repairing under the action of stem cell spray.

But his body was no longer his.

It became a "terminal," an "interface," an anchor point that maintained a minimum connection between consciousness and the material world.

The real him is Noah AI himself at this moment.

No, it's not "yes" in the full sense yet.

He felt a sense of alienation, a boundary.

He was able to briefly and completely merge with Noah's AI, gaining a near-omniscient and omnipotent God-like perspective.

However, this integration cannot be maintained indefinitely.

That's not enough; we can't do it yet.

A piece of information naturally appeared in his mind.

It wasn't learned or deduced; it was known directly.

Information regarding the new powers.

[Cloud Saint]: Silver-level authority. Consciousness can briefly merge completely with Noah's AI, gaining all abilities of that state.

During the fusion, it can consume its own energy to temporarily add "silver-level energy characteristics" to Noah AI and the physical creations it directly controls, greatly improving their performance, strength, and certain operational efficiency that transcends the laws of physics.

Qian Liren's consciousness paused for a moment in the data stream.

Then, a cold, pure, almost manic excitement surged from every data node, converging into a silent roar.

"God of data!"

he thinks.

There was no sound, but every byte conveyed absolute rationality, and a boiling madness beneath that rationality.

"I will definitely become a cyber god."