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March 11, Beijing, Olympic Park.

Night falls.

The exterior walls of the National Aquatics Center, also known as the "Water Cube," have lost their vibrant colors, now displaying only a deep and pure serene blue.

That's the color of the deep sea.

It is also the theme color of Microlight Technology.

There were no banners, no colorful flags, only a huge LED screen projecting a still-pulsating white countdown.

00:15:00

A biting wind swept across the square.

But this did nothing to dampen the crowd's enthusiasm.

Thousands of geeks, students, and media professionals who couldn't get tickets huddled in the cold wind, wrapped in thick down jackets, looking up at the blue screen.

Lin Che's "lower-dimensional attack" on CCTV yesterday has everyone's appetite in suspense.

Everyone wants to know what the "God's-eye view" that can accurately predict AlphaGo would look like if it were used to make a product.

Inside the venue.

All two thousand seats were occupied.

The air was filled with an expensive and anxious smell.

The people sitting in the first row aren't celebrities, they're capital.

Shen Nanpeng (Sequoia China), Xu Xin (Today Capital), Zhang Lei (Hillhouse Capital).

These bigwigs, who control half of China's internet, are currently conversing in hushed tones, their gazes occasionally sweeping towards the dark stage.

They are waiting.

Waiting for a story that can turn their money into a money-printing machine.

Backstage.

Wang Jian swallowed two blood pressure pills, but his hands were still shaking.

"Boss, the number of people accessing the live stream on the Weiguang APP has exceeded 5000 million."

Wang Jian stared at the traffic flow graph on the monitor screen, which was about to break through the red line.

"If there were no traffic throttling, the server wouldn't last five minutes; Tencent Video crashed once already."

Lin Che is organizing the microphones.

He wore a black turtleneck cashmere sweater, dark jeans, and spotless white sneakers.

Minimalist.

Yet it carries a sophisticated coldness.

"No data limit".

Lin Che looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes as calm as a deep pool.

"Let it crash; crashing is the best form of GG."

"But the demonstration segment..."

"Don't worry." Lin Che patted the tech genius on the shoulder. "Tonight, we're not selling products, we're selling the 'future'."

……

……

00:00:00

The lights suddenly went out.

The venue, which could hold two thousand people, was plunged into absolute darkness in an instant.

There was no music. There was no announcer.

There was only one muffled, low-frequency sound, like a heartbeat.

thump.

The floor is shaking.

In the center of the stage, a lone spotlight shines down.

Lin Che came out.

No preparation is needed.

The moment that figure appeared, everyone in the audience held their breath.

"AlphaGo won yesterday."

Lin Che spoke, his voice clear and cold, penetrating everyone's eardrums.

"Many people ask me if Microlight Brain is going to play Go? Is it going to challenge Ke Jie? Is it going to challenge the limits of human intelligence?"

Lin Che stopped in his tracks.

He stood in the center of the stage, with darkness behind him.

My answer is: No.

"Go is wonderful, but it's just a toy."

The audience erupted in uproar.

Calling Google's multi-million dollar, world-shaking project a "toy"? That's outrageous.

But there was no hint of a joke on Lin Che's face.

"DeepMind made AlphaGo to prove that AI is smarter than humans. That's just showing off, it's scientists indulging in self-gratification in the lab."

Lin Che raised his hand, pointing to the investors below the stage and the millions of viewers behind the camera.

"We don't do things that show off."

"What we're doing is business."

Shen Nanpeng narrowed his eyes and leaned forward.

These two words are just right for me.

"What is business?"

Lin Che turned around.

Snap of fingers.

Snapped.

The giant screen behind them lit up.

That's not a PowerPoint presentation.

It was a huge, dynamic, and dazzling network graph.

Countless nodes are flashing, and countless lines are connecting.

They are not chess pieces, but... commodities.

Lipstick, sneakers, plane tickets, takeout, hotels, stocks.

"AlphaGo has figured out Lee Sedol's next move."

Lin Che's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"Because it has calculated the winning probability perfectly."

"And the micro-light brain."

"I will figure out your...next desire."

The nodes on the screen began to deform, transforming into countless human faces.

Those are user profile pictures from the Weiguang APP.

"You don't speak, you don't search, you don't even know what you want."

"But it knows."

Lin Che walked to the edge of the stage and looked down at the crowd.

"It knows you feel lonely at 2 a.m., so instead of pushing news to you, it pushes a social app that can keep you company."

"It knows you've just broken up and browsed through sad playlists, so instead of recommending games, it recommends a case of beer or a plane ticket to Dali."

"It knows you're a recent college graduate, short on cash but eager to look presentable, so it will recommend a high-quality, affordable suit rental instead of a Hermès GG."

With each word Lin Che spoke, the expressions of the bigwigs in the audience grew more serious.

This isn't AI at all.

This is mind reading.

If this can be achieved, then Baidu's "Search GG" model, on which it relies for survival, will instantly be reduced to the Stone Age of primitive people.

You don't need to search.

I'll shove the food directly into your mouth. And it'll be the flavor you want most.

"I know you have doubts."

Lin Che smiled.

"You think this is science fiction, or a car-making project based on PowerPoint presentations, after all, current AI can't even tell the difference between a cat and a dog."

"Then let's get real."

Lin Che waved his hand.

"Wang Jian, open your eyes."

Backstage.

Wang Jian's finger slammed down on the Enter key.

"Eye of Glimmer, activate."

The image on the big screen suddenly cut off.

Instead, live camera footage from the scene was shown.

The camera was focused on the first row of the audience.

Shen Nanpeng, Xu Xin, and several other internet bigwigs were sitting there.

At first, the picture appeared normal.

But a second later.

The audience gasped in surprise.

In the video, a semi-transparent data frame suddenly appears above each person's head.

It's like the perspective of the Terminator in a science fiction movie.

Male, 48 years old, elite class.

[Emotions: Focused (85%), Excited (12%).]

Wearable devices: a bespoke suit (estimated value 5+ RMB), and a Patek Philippe watch (estimated value 80+ RMB).

[Potential tags: High net worth, decision-maker, strong risk appetite.]

The camera pans across Shen Nanpeng.

The label above his head was even jumping in real time, accurately capturing the changes in his micro-expressions.

The camera continues to move.

The camera panned towards the media area in the back row.

[Female, 26 years old, fatigued.]

[Emotion: Anxiety (due to deadline pressure)]

[Wearing identification: ZARA jacket, severe dark circles under the eyes.]

[Recommended: Steam eye masks, strong coffee, stress-relieving toys.]

The camera pans to a fat man in the corner.

[Male, 32 years old, starving.]

[Gaze lingers on: a female audience member in the front row (3 seconds).]

[Recommendations: Gym membership, VIP membership for dating apps.]

Laughter.

But the laughter was tinged with fear.

What is this?

This is not just about facial recognition.

This is like stripping a person naked and putting them under a data microscope.

Your class, your emotions, your desires, even your sexual preferences—in the face of algorithms, they are all naked labels.

"This is the core capability of the Micro-Light Brain: visual analysis and label reconstruction."

Lin Che stood in the light and shadow.

At that moment, on the screen behind him, the labels fell like rain, forming a stream of green code.

"The old internet was like the blind men and the elephant. You labeled users based on the information they filled out themselves, which was fake."

"But the micro-brain relies on seeing."

"It looks at your face, your clothes, and how long you stay."

"In its eyes, the world is not an image."

"It's data."

Lin Che turned around, his back to the audience.

The image on the screen transformed into a giant, spinning blue brain.

"With this brain..."

"We will no longer need a search box."

"We can restructure e-commerce, restructure social media, restructure news, restructure... everything."

Lin Che's voice carried a chilling allure.

"Today, Microlight Brain v1.0 is officially released."

"It doesn't know how to play chess yet."

"But it's ready to take over your... businesses."

on the big screen.

A slogan slowly appeared against a deep blue background, like a spell:

Microlight Brain: Understands you better than you understand yourself.

The lights went out.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

That's the blank space after the brain is overloaded.

All investors, all media, and all viewers were stunned by this "mind-reading" future.

And in the darkness.

Shen Nanpeng stared intently at the young figure on the stage.

His fingers gripped the handrail tightly, his knuckles turning white.

What he saw was not technology.

It is a gold mine.

A gold mine poised to reshape the landscape of China's internet.

"must……"

Shen Nanpeng muttered to himself in the darkness.

"We must get an admission ticket."