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"Who controls it?"

Three words.

A period, not a question mark.

When the head of national security said those three words, he did not raise his voice, emphasize his words, or exert pressure with his eyes.

After he finished speaking, he still placed his hands crossed on the table, without changing his posture.

After closing her lips, she pursed them slightly, then relaxed them.

It's as flat as saying "What's the date today?"

But the temperature in room 607 seemed to have dropped by one degree.

It's not that prices have actually dropped; it's the pressure from those three words that makes people feel cold.

"Who controls it." Not "What is it?" Not "How powerful is it?" Not "How does it work?"

These questions have been answered in the past three chapters with documents, data, and a hit notarized envelope.

Only this one question remains.

Who controls it?

Lin Che looked into the eyes of the person in charge of national security.

The gaze behind the thin-rimmed metal glasses was calm.

It was as calm as a lake.

What lies beneath the lake cannot be seen from the surface.

He did not answer immediately.

It's not a matter of hesitation, but rather a matter of choosing where to begin.

He had been thinking about the answer to this question for a long time, ever since the night he decided to take the initiative to meet with 607.

I came up with many versions.

The final version consisted of only one sentence.

But before he could say that, he needed to lay a foundation.

Abyss has a two-layer architecture.

His voice was even, and his speech was slow, in sync with the pace of the person in charge of national security.

The two people seemed to be speaking at the same frequency.

"The outer layer consists of data collection, cleaning, modeling, and output."

"The code, parameters, training data, and runtime logs for this layer can all be made public."

He paused for a second.

"The inner layer contains the core algorithm."

It paused for another second.

"The core algorithm is the fundamental reason why Abyss can perform autonomous modifications and make high-precision predictions."

"It accounts for about 20% of the overall system weight, but determines 80% of the system's predictive ability."

20% and 80%.

Two numbers, one boundary.

This side of the boundary can be made public, while the other side cannot.

When Lin Che said those two numbers, the man on the left twitched his finger.

I'm not typing; the computer is still closed.

It was a light tap on the table with the index finger.

A technician's instinctive reaction when he hears a key number.

"I can completely disclose the outer 80% and accept any form of censorship and oversight."

As Lin Che spoke, his gaze shifted from the head of national security to the man on his left, and then to the woman on his right.

All three people were looking at him.

"The inner 20% is the core of Abyss."

He paused for two seconds.

For two seconds, all that could be heard from room 607 was the sound of the radiator.

"Currently, I am the one in control."

After those words were spoken, the person in charge of the National Security Bureau tightened his fingers slightly.

It was very light; if Lin Che hadn't been watching his hand the whole time, he wouldn't have noticed.

This was the first time in four meetings that Lin Che had seen an unconscious muscle reaction in the person in charge of national security.

"just me."

Three words were added.

Currently, I am the one in control of it, and only I am.

This is a fact.

This is also the most dangerous fact in this room.

An AI system that can predict financial market trends in advance.

It has the ability to make independent modifications, high-precision prediction capabilities, and cross-domain data integration capabilities.

Control is entirely in the hands of one person.

This person is currently sitting in room 607, opposite three people from the national security department.

The national security official did not respond.

He is waiting.

He knew Lin Che hadn't finished speaking.

Because if Lin Che was just saying "I control it alone", he wouldn't need to actively arrange a meeting with 607.

His visit was not without reason.

He was waiting for the next part of the story.

Lin Che didn't stop for long either.

"But I didn't come to 607 today to tell you how strong Abyss is."

His voice changed.

It didn't get bigger, it got slower, and the spacing between each word lengthened a little.

"I'm here to talk about control."

Six characters.

I'm here to talk about control.

After those six words were uttered, the woman on the right leaned forward slightly.

Not much, about two or three centimeters.

But that was enough to catch Lin Che's attention.

The man on the left stopped moving his fingers.

All ten fingers were completely still, as if a pause button had been pressed.

The thin-rimmed metal glasses of the national security official reflected light again under the fluorescent lamp.

His gaze remained steady, unwavering, without blinking.

He was listening.

My proposal is as follows.

Lin Che took his hands off the table and placed them on his knees.

This was the first time he changed the position of his hand in 607.

From the moment he entered until now, nearly two hours have passed, and his hands have remained on the table.

It should either be placed on the table or pressed onto the briefcase.

Now it's on my knees.

The space in front of him was now empty on the table.

empty.

"The outer 80% is completely open."

"You can send people to review the code, data, logs, and runtime records on-site. You can connect to the monitoring system and access any records at any time."

He paused for a moment.

"I retain technical control over the inner 20%, but will accept joint oversight."

Joint supervision.

Four words.

It's neither "you take charge" nor "I'll take charge myself."

It means "managing together".

These four words were something Lin Che had repeatedly considered in his rented room by the river.

He tried "joint supervision", "collaborative management" and "joint mechanism building", and finally used "joint supervision".

Because "joint" means that both parties are on the table, and neither party is being governed.

"I've already written out the detailed plan; it's in the third folder."

He reached out and pushed the third folder on the right side of the desktop towards the center.

The folder slid across the desktop and stopped next to the handwritten paper.

Real-time demonstration solution.

But it's not just a demonstration of the solution anymore.

The last five pages of the third final draft contain the specific provisions of the joint regulatory mechanism.

The national security official did not reach for the folder.

He didn't rush to look.

He looked at Lin Che.

I watched for about five seconds.

Then he shifted his gaze from Lin Che to the man on his left.

The man returned his gaze.

This eye contact lasted longer than before, about three seconds.

Neither of them blinked for three seconds.

Then the head of national security looked at the woman on his right.

The woman looked at him and nodded slightly.

The magnitude was small, but clear.

When she nodded, the lines at the corners of her mouth relaxed a little; it wasn't a smile, but rather the release of something tense.

The sound of water flowing from the radiator could still be heard in room 607.

The fluorescent lights were still on.

It was completely dark outside the window.

The meeting has been going on for nearly two and a half hours.

The three people sat across the table, looking at Lin Che.

No one speaks.

But something changed in this room.

From the layout of the desk to the posture, from the direction of the gaze to the rhythm of breathing.

Four meetings, four types of 607.

This time, 607 is completely different from the previous three.