Wenhao 1979, starting with contributing to Story Club

Chapter 200 Space-Based Communication

Comrade Yuan, feeling quite embarrassed, finished watching another segment of the plot before awkwardly smiling and regaining his composure. Under the speechless gazes of Yu Zhen and Qin Zhongkai, he took out the equipment he had brought and quickly began upgrading the computer's hardware.

After a flurry of activity, an hour or two had passed in the blink of an eye.

"Alright! Let's restart and test!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Zhen couldn't wait any longer and quickly restarted the computer.

A few moments later, the computer successfully restarted and entered the system interface.

Comrade Yuan busied himself for a while, taking out several vinyl record-like storage disks from his equipment bag, opening the computer's drive, and inserting the "vinyl record" storage disks with a click.

A hissing sound of mechanical magnetic arms then rang out.

Then, the system interface indicated that new hardware had been successfully read, which meant that the external program source was being accessed from the disk.

Yu Zhen watched with a sense of novelty and interest, and was even more surprised.

For no other reason than that these seemingly ordinary basic computer operations, how should I put it, would be incredibly low-level in another time and space, but what era are we in now? This is the end of 1980, and it is also the era when black and white DS human-computer interaction is popular.

In another time and space, domestically produced computer products, truly fully domestically produced hardware and software system integration products, are...

It wasn't until the 20s that this happened.

But right now, right in front of him, there was such a laptop computer, which could almost be described as completely in line with modern high technology, entirely in Chinese and domestically produced.

What's more, what Comrade Yuan is currently operating is actually a system designed to forcibly access the networks of the US and the USSR via their satellites, thereby achieving a breakthrough in wireless space-based communication technology.

So, what kind of crooked idea did I give to those geniuses at the Chinese Academy of Sciences Military Research Institute?!

Before Yu Zhen could calm down, his emotions were still in turmoil.

On Yuan Chengzhi's side, the process was almost without obstacles. He successfully debugged the space-based communication program code in the system. Then, a rather ugly new icon the size of a matchbox appeared on his computer desktop.

A new icon for the Chinese character "讯" (xùn).

"Done!!"

Comrade Yuan exclaimed excitedly, then stood up from his computer desk and gave his seat to Yu Zhen. "Xiao Yu, you take over. We—uh, let me check the exact time. At this point, one of the US spy satellites should be passing over our territory, giving us about half an hour of optimal signal coverage for internet access—"

Yu Zhen was equally excited at this moment.

There's no way around it, right? Everyone is almost powerless against such a tempting and mischievous thing, isn't that right?

Qin Zhongkai, who was standing to the side, had been itching to be the first to sit down and try it out.

Knowing how tough things had been for Yu Zhen, they didn't dare to act all high and mighty.

But verbally, they keep urging and nagging without realizing it, which is truly beyond their control, and they don't want to control their mouths at all.

"What are the steps?"

"It's very simple, just click the icon to open the program —"

Yu Zhen immediately tapped the "[Message]" icon, and the screen flashed instantly. The next moment, a blue starry sky background interface appeared, as if logging into a space war game.

"Very good, the program is now capturing the target satellite's communication trajectory, and then we will generate a reflected receiving wave telecommunications distribution pseudo-base network—" Comrade Yuan's mouth was like a machine gun firing, rapidly spewing out a bunch of professional terms and jargon, regardless of whether Yu Zhen and Qin Zhongkai understood or not. Judging from his tone, he was quite excited, and it was obvious that he was showing off his achievements and seeking praise and recognition.

Yu Zhen, of course, also provided ample emotional value, and such a thing deserves positive affirmation.

Regardless of how the actual technical aspects of "piggybacking" on Wi-Fi are implemented...

If this step is handled smoothly and skillfully...

Hehe, that's absolutely worth it! It's like gaining access to the satellite network resources of the two giants, the US and the US, without wasting a single penny. It's like using someone else's golden goose to lay golden eggs in your own nest, and then using those golden eggs to hatch your own chicks—

I mean, is there really such a wonderful thing in the world?

"Beep! The space-based communication network has successfully connected to the AUX9130-71 satellite!" The voice announcement that suddenly rang in Yu Zhen's ears startled him.

But then he realized that the so-called voice broadcast was, well, look at Comrade Yuan's smug, half-laughing face. Who wouldn't know that he was just imitating the voice output?

Yu Zhen was speechless. "Comrade Yuan, I thought our institute had successfully completed the research and development of AI smart voice assistant!"

Your imitation, hey, it's really spot on! ~~

Qin Zhongkai looked around nervously. He had no concept of the matter and thought Yuan Chengzhi's voice imitation was just a joke. He had no idea what it would mean if there were AI voice broadcasts with such intelligence.

But there was one thing he noticed.

That is, in Yu Zhen's inherent understanding, even with such a human-like voice broadcast, that so-called AI intelligent voice assistant, this brat seems to have actually seen it before, or even used it.

Comrade Yuan made a rare moment of humor, but the text and image prompts on the screen were indeed reminding them that they had successfully connected to the US's target spy satellite.

"I'll make a call to Beijing and have them activate the receiver simultaneously," Comrade Yuan added. Then, he naturally pulled out a "big, sturdy, plastic-cased brick" from his toolbox. It was about a foot tall and looked very robust and cool. He pulled out the thin antenna from the top of the brick and pressed a series of numbers on it. The red indicator light started flashing, accompanied by bursts of electrical noise in the background.

Yu Zhen was surprised again: "Mom, isn't this the legendary mobile handheld communication ancestor, the Big Brother?"

"Uh, this is a satellite communication device that our institute has recently developed through key research and development efforts. It's what you described in your science fiction novel, 'Mr. Yu,' well, it's the ancestor of the 'cell phone'—"

Comrade Yuan explained with a smile. Just then, the red signal light on the large brick suddenly turned green, and at the same time, a voice came from inside, "Hey, Lao Yuan, you contacted us so quickly. How's it going with Writer Yu? Everything's going smoothly, right?!"

"Old He, stop your nonsense and get ready to receive an email from Writer Yu —"

"OK!"