94: From Technological Warfare to Space Empire

After reading the system's latest feature introduction, Lin Yu, with a somewhat conflicted expression, frowned and typed "the ending of Lin Yu, a PhD student at Beihang University" into the search box.

The operation of the artificial intelligence model was accompanied by the hum of Clay's air-cooling system.

A moment later...

Doubao provided the answer:

[Lin Yu, a PhD student at Beihang University, mysteriously disappeared in public. His friend reported him missing, and police searched for seven days without success. A public notice has been issued—Lin Yu's friend is offering a reward of 12,000 yuan for any information leading to his arrest.]

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A wave of sorrow washed over him. Although he had finally received a message from a friend from his past life, Lin Yu felt a lump in his throat.

So, my past life ended with a mysterious disappearance?

"System, what kind of tool do I need to create to go back to my original era?"

The current industrial system is inadequate, and the development of basic disciplines is insufficient.

The possibility of manufacturing a membrane space shuttle is infinitely close to 0%.

Upon hearing the system's reply, Lin Yu felt a burning hope ignite from the depths of his heart.

Is it infinitely close to zero? ...In other words, it's still possible.

Lin Yu shook his head, trying to clear his mind of all unnecessary thoughts, and then pulled up the algorithm model of artificial intelligence network search, which was open-sourced in 2026.

He wasn't a professional algorithm developer after all; it was already a stroke of luck that he managed to produce a semi-finished product before. Now that he had the opportunity to acquire knowledge, he had to absorb it thoroughly!

Once Lin Yu started learning, he became so focused that he forgot all about emotions.

Previously, its multi-threaded module scheduling algorithm was compatible with Pentium 75 CPUs, but not with supercomputers.

The military-grade architecture of the Clay Y-MP EL supports more complex dynamic load balancing.

The existing technology is no longer effective.

For the next period of time, Lin Yu was completely immersed in modifying the code.

Guided by the AI ​​engine and system, the code was corrected at an astonishing speed.

It wasn't until the moon was high in the sky, at 3 a.m., that the basement door was gently pushed open, and Professor Song walked in, wrapped in a thick cotton coat.

He was also carrying a thermos.

"Hey kid, still not resting?"

Professor Song's voice was tired, but his concern was undeniable.

"I saw the electricity meter in the basement of the research group was still running, so I knew you hadn't left and came to check on you."

"Here, I brought you some hot porridge."

Professor Song walked over to the supercomputer, looked at the dense code and complex charts on the screen, and frowned slightly.

"What on earth have you written?"

At night, Professor Song's eyes were a little blurry. He wanted to get closer to see, but he was afraid of disturbing Lin Yu's train of thought. He paused for a moment and then retreated.

"It's an artificial intelligence algorithm based on an improved Bayesian classifier, incorporating some optimization ideas that I estimated."

Lin Yu didn't hide anything and scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it in his mouth.

"Teacher, I think I've created artificial intelligence."

Under the dim yellow light, the supercomputer's indicator lights flashed regularly, and the algorithm instructions scrolling on the screen never stopped.

Professor Song was taken aback by Lin Yu's words and leaned closer to scan the code logic line by line.

When he saw the innovative fusion of Bayesian classifier and BP backpropagation algorithm, he held his breath, his Adam's apple bobbed twice, and he couldn't make a sound.

AI research in this era is still stuck in the dead end of high computing power, and Professor Song has studied this area.

It is precisely because I have studied it that I am amazed by this algorithm that bypasses the bottleneck of computing power and uses logical architecture to achieve adaptive learning.

Professor Song staggered, his body almost unsteady.

Elderly people are not suited to staying up late. He had a terrible meeting today and wanted to talk to Lin Yu, but he didn't expect Lin Yu to give him such a big surprise.

He never doubted the truthfulness of Lin Yu's theories, because he was an expert in the field.

But now, this old professor feels like a newcomer to academia, a feeling he hasn't had in a long time.

"This...you wrote this?"

Professor Song's voice sounded like it had been sanded.

His voice was excessively hoarse, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

He reached out to point at the code but stopped two inches from the screen, his cautious manner making Lin Yu chuckle.

The empty basement was so quiet that even breathing could not be heard, except for the sound of Lin Yu slurping his porridge.

Lin Yu nodded as he ate his porridge, but was somewhat speechless at Professor Song's words.

"I'm all alone here. Who else could it be but me?"

Lin Yu then retrieved the previous code instructions and production ideas, and handed the mouse to Professor Song.

After Professor Song reviewed the algorithm comments page by page, he discovered that every step of the code revealed ingenious ideas that were ahead of their time.

His breathing became increasingly rapid, and Professor Song's gray hair trembled slightly as his body swayed.

As a seasoned scholar who had returned from studying abroad, he knew all too well what this meant.

In the field of artificial intelligence, which is blocked by Europe and the United States, China has been able to find a completely different path, and this path is more feasible than foreign research!

Lin Yu was still eating his porridge when Professor Song's eyes suddenly reddened, and two streams of turbid tears slid down her wrinkles and dripped onto the dusty floor.

"Good lad...good lad indeed!"

Professor Song patted Lin Yu on the shoulder, repeating those words to himself over and over again, his voice filled with excitement and a hint of relief.

"What did you add to its algorithm model?"

After hearing Professor Song's question, Lin Yu moved the mouse to the previously created model window.

"The model was just created and there wasn't enough data, but I did the trajectory and attitude calculations based on my knowledge."

"Now it can be used to process flight data of satellites and rockets. As long as someone verifies it, it's fine. There's no need to calculate it one by one."

"As for more features, we still need to learn from the knowledge bases of various fields."

Upon hearing this, Professor Song could no longer suppress his excitement. He grabbed Lin Yu's arm with one hand like an iron clamp, with such force that it felt like he was going to crush the bones.

"Xiaoyu, that's great, you did a fantastic job."

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

Professor Song spent the entire day in meetings at the space agency, and he was really furious about the GPS sanctions that were suddenly announced in January.

They felt it was not worth the extra time and effort put into building the launch vehicle after receiving the order.

They put in so much effort to expand their market.

But a single, casual remark from the other side wiped everything away.

Upon hearing that Lin Yu had successfully developed artificial intelligence, Professor Song could no longer contain his emotions and burst into tears.

"Xiaoyu, do you know what? I just had a meeting with Chief Engineer Lin today."

"The meeting informed us that our orders in the aerospace field were restricted, and the accuracy of our GPS was also blocked."

"You did a great job with this artificial intelligence! You did a great job!"

"If we fall behind in technology, we will be vulnerable to attack! I haven't heard of anyone in the world who has successfully developed artificial intelligence."

"If this is truly a prototype of artificial intelligence, then at least in this area we will no longer be subject to blockades and restrictions."

Professor Song couldn't say anything else, he just kept praising Lin Yu, as if the grievances he had suffered over the years had finally found an outlet to vent.

Lin Yu heard that the United States had begun to adjust the accuracy of GPS positioning signals at this time.

He was taken aback at first, then pulled up China Unicom's 2026 artificial intelligence system network and searched for it.

After a moment, he said to Professor Song:

"Precision blocking? Don't panic, teacher, I have a way."