94: From Technological Warfare to Space Empire

After completing the search for the future AI network, Lin Yu pointed to the computer and said to Professor Song:

"Teacher, look what this is?"

Professor Song looked at the matte-colored Clay supercomputer with some confusion.

"Isn't this the supercomputer you swindled from Yang Jia?"

"Minister Li has been keeping an eye on you."

"Oh, by the way, Minister Li also thanked me for my theory of biological invasion. He is from Guangdong, and when he went home for the Spring Festival last year, he heard some people in his family complaining that their fellow villagers were often bitten by ants when they went to work in the fields."

"Back then, he didn't know what was going on; he just thought the ants had become more aggressive. Now, after reading what you wrote in the newspaper, he knows they are red imported fire ants."

"That article was really well written. Although Song Shu polished it for you, it was still your talent that really mattered."

Professor Song talked about a lot of things that Lin Yu thought were unimportant, as if he hadn't even seen the solution provided by the artificial intelligence on the screen.

...

Lin Yu was a little confused. Could it be that no one but him could see this artificial intelligence network that connects to the future?

"What's wrong with the system?"

The closed timelike curve balancer anchors its target as a host that has existed in two different spacetimes.

[It is estimated that in 32 years, all those who lived through 94 and are still alive will be able to see this network. Please be patient, host.]

...

When Professor Song saw that Lin Yu was ignoring him, he patted Lin Yu, who was in a daze.

Lin Yu's eye twitched.

Thank you, system, you're so thoughtful. But will anyone still need my AI network for 2026, even 30 years from now?

By then it will be 2026.

Lin Yu didn't know whether to be happy or annoyed.

If this kind of thing can be entrusted to the state for development and vigorously promoted through the state's unified command capabilities, it will certainly maximize the realization of the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation.

If anyone asks how this thing came about, I can just give a vague answer and say that the computer mutated.

Lin Yu was prepared to hand this over to the country.

Now the system tells him that, due to the limitations of time and space, only he himself can see it.

Now Lin Yu no longer needs to worry about the consequences of exposing this thing.

But now it's really my turn to be the navigator.

If the responsibility of leading the development of the times and the people is entrusted to the country, Lin Yu is completely convinced, and he is willing to advance by riding on the country's development.

He never felt that he had the ability to shoulder the responsibility of reforming an entire era.

But since he has come to this era, and only he can connect to this artificial intelligence network that communicates with 2026.

He was unwilling to give up being a butterfly flapping its wings.

There are far too many regrets that future generations can change in this era.

Just like Lin Yu himself wanted to know—what if he were given a chance to correct history?

With his large company, which has accumulated capital first, as an example, will the workers of later generations be human beings or cattle and horses?

The hum of the Cray supercomputer was dull and persistent.

Since Professor Song can't see it, Lin Yu can only keep it a secret for now.

If he were to reveal this, Professor Song would definitely interrogate him.

He has no problem repeating a grade, but if you really want to delve into the details, he still can't explain it.

So I said directly:

"Professor, we all know that GPS is locked to an accuracy of 100 meters, which is a result of human error caused by the United States."

"Although the inherent error of the technology itself objectively exists, it is simply impossible to reach 100 meters."

"The inherent error is at most 10 to 20 meters."

"Since the U.S. Option Availability (SA) policy is man-made, it can definitely be cracked."

Lin Yu put down the porridge he was making with goji berries and millet.

Seeing the professor's horrified look, he put on a big act.

"If my advisor trusts me, then let's call a full meeting with all the engineers."

"This afternoon, I just need to bring the technical theory to the meeting this afternoon."

Professor Song looked at Lin Yu, who was making a firm promise, and fell into silence.

After a long pause, he said to Lin Yu:

"Do you know what this means? The academic community doesn't accept the idea of ​​playing the beacon fire to amuse the feudal lords. If you actually pull off such a stunt but can't produce anything substantial, then the road ahead will be very difficult."

Listening to the professor's words, Lin Yu didn't take the risks to heart and smiled arrogantly.

"With a three-foot sword, one can achieve unparalleled feats. This is what a true man should do."

"Professor, leave it to me."

"I already have a plan in mind. All I need to do next is use artificial intelligence algorithms to turn all my ideas into practical theories."

Looking at Lin Yu's ambitious appearance, Professor Song was reminded of the lofty aspirations he had when he returned from studying abroad.

So he laughed, and then patted Lin Yu on the shoulder:

"Okay, then let's leave the meeting to the teacher!"

Seeing that Professor Song still trusted him as always, Lin Yu felt that it was no wonder that he had always wanted to change this era; it was mainly due to the inherited spirit of scientific research.

We will not give up until the world is turned around.

"It's getting late, Professor. You're older and can't stay up as long as I can. You should go back."

"And the porridge tonight was delicious. I didn't know you had this skill, Professor."

Listening to Lin Yu bluntly complain about his age and lack of skills.

Professor Song gave Lin Yu a sharp rap on the forehead.

"You really need to change your foul mouth."

"This porridge wasn't made by me, it was made by your senior sister, okay?"

Song Shu is a few months older than Lin Yu, and in Professor Song's family hierarchy, Lin Yu has to call Song Shu "senior sister".

"Honestly, I was in meetings all day, while your senior colleague helped you with the People's Daily stuff all day."

Professor Song was about to complain that Lin Yu wasn't doing his job properly, but looking at the supercomputer and the artificial intelligence algorithm, he couldn't bring himself to say anything.

"Never mind, consider it a reward from your senior sister."

"She's been busy all day and still made you a pot of goji berry porridge."

"I only have one girl, so don't you dare try anything with her, you foul-mouthed brat. I've had enough of you. If you catch your senior sister's bad temper, I might as well just quit."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yu curled his lip.

In normal academic and professional matters, it's not unreasonable for me to call you my advisor. But right now, I can only call you Lao Deng.

My senior sister and I are in love, how dare you object?

So Lin Yu waved his hand and handed the bowl in his hand to his mentor as if swatting away a fly.

"Go on, Professor, you still have to get up early to call a meeting for me. Get some sleep, goodnight."

After Lin Yu finished speaking, he buried himself in researching the progress of papers on satellite navigation. As long as one technology can be localized and applied, then future technology will teach the United States a lesson for its artificial interference.

Seeing Lin Yu start working diligently, Professor Song shook his head, picked up his bag and lunchbox, and walked back.

He wanted to advise Lin Yu to rest early, but given the current situation, if there was any hope, everyone would have to work hard, and he wouldn't sleep even if he went back.

He needed to be prepared for battle to give Lin Yu a place in the meeting.

As for whether Lin Yu can succeed...

Let us not dwell on the youthful folly of youth, but let us dream on.