bacchusnovels Chapter 221 Declaration of War
Chapter 221 Declaration of War
The introduction should be brief and to the point.
Whitman turned her head and gave Su Hao a meaningful look.
"Ladies and gentlemen, finally, I would like to formally introduce myself."
Whitman cleared her throat, and her voice instantly drowned out all the noise in the room.
"The person who will serve as the research director for this project is your future boss."
"This is Su Hao, a student from our MIT Mathematics Department!"
Swish!
If eyesight had a physical form, Su Hao would already be riddled with arrows.
All eyes in the room, filled with shock, scrutiny, and doubt, instantly focused on this excessively young face.
Su Hao stood up.
Faced with the gaze of so many bigwigs from all walks of life, he just smiled shyly, looking as innocent and naive as a freshman who had just entered university and would blush if a girl hit on him.
"Hello everyone. In this project, I was responsible for the underlying mathematical structure design and the core algorithm for the adaptive adjustment of the entire signal system. I hope to work together with everyone in the future!"
The tone was humble.
There's nothing wrong with it.
After speaking, Su Hao politely bowed slightly.
clap clap.
The researchers clapped mechanically.
But the expressions on their faces were more interesting than if they had swallowed a fly.
The undisguised suspicion, concerns, and sense of absurdity practically overflowed the meeting room!
"What kind of international joke is this? This is way too young!"
There wasn't even a trace of the weariness left by staying up all night writing code on that face!
How could the position of research director for a vital project in Boston, a position of absolute power with life and death in his hands, be so carelessly handed over to such a seemingly innocent but foolish young man?
Are all the people at MIT crazy?!
Even before they arrived, all parties had already gathered intelligence and heard that this kid was an extremely rare and peerless genius.
But seeing that excessively young face in person...
Everyone was still in shock; this was simply too absurd!
Don't geniuses need the tempering of time and the harsh realities of life?!
Doing engineering and doing arithmetic problems are completely different things!
There was an undercurrent of tension in the meeting room.
The city government's technocrats and the Harvard University research team were exchanging extremely complex glances under the table.
well.
This is absolutely an excellent breakthrough point!
Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer.
As an AI ethics and data expert at Harvard.
Michael Kelman suddenly raised his hand, his eyes flashing with undisguised aggression, and launched the first attack.
"Director Su, right? I have read your paper carefully."
The theory is indeed very elegant, that's right.
But you have to understand, reality is not like those idealized simulations that run on the computers in your MIT labs!
Real-world city data is far more incomplete and fragmented, and it often exhibits highly chaotic and non-linear characteristics!
Michael pressed closer, his voice growing louder and louder.
"To give a very simple example."
The pedestrian density on the streets of Boston does not change in a perfect periodic pattern over time as your formula suggests!
It's the start of the new semester for students at nearby universities!
Sudden heavy rain, hail, and other weather conditions!
A sporting event for tens of thousands of people was temporarily held at Fenway Stadium!
Even the progress of temporary road construction caused by a burst sewer!
Reality is filled with thousands upon thousands of complex variables that are completely uncontrollable!
Michael's speech grew faster and faster, like a barrage of cannon fire aimed at the thin young man.
"As the director, are you really so naive as to believe that you can explain the underlying logic of this city accumulated over hundreds of years with just your dry, single function?!"
Whitman leaned back in his chair, his brow furrowed deeply.
A hint of anger flashed in the depths of those aged eyes.
Not good.
Based on Whitman's years of experience in managing major affairs in academia and politics.
It was only their first meeting to break the ice, and they hadn't even opened the project documents yet, but they were already brazenly exuding this pungent smell of gunpowder.
Very few of these projects survive to the day they are successfully implemented.
This is no longer an academic discussion; the other party is clearly trying to sabotage the event!
however.
Before Whitman could even react.
Immediately afterwards, a senior engineer from the city hall, as if by some unspoken agreement, also raised his hand to voice his opposition.
"Dr. Michael is absolutely right, and I completely agree with him."
Your theory is completely detached from real gravity.
The engineer opened the documents in front of him and became even more incisive.
"Director Su, in your paper, you used a Gaussian process to perform a crude approximate smoothing of the massive traffic data!"
In theoretical models, this approach is perfectly acceptable.
But in the vast ocean of real traffic data in Boston, do you know how much of it is useless noise and junk traffic?
False alarms from various sensors and noise caused by environmental interference account for an overwhelmingly large proportion!
It's unimaginably huge!
The engineer became more and more excited as he spoke, his fingers tapping heavily on the table.
"Especially in vehicle tracking data based on GPS coordinates!"
Signal loss caused by tall buildings blocking the signal.
Transmission delays caused by network congestion.
Calibration errors caused by equipment aging.
These errors are not constant; they accumulate endlessly over time!
Ultimately, it became a pile of unreadable digital garbage!
The engineer gave a cold laugh.
"And the core theory you so vehemently promote—'phase alignment'."
At its core, doesn't it rely on the stability of the mean structure?
In reality, under such extreme noise and tsunami interference, I can guarantee:
You wouldn't even need to wait for resonance to occur; your system would likely completely collapse and disintegrate within the first hour of operation!
Every word is piercing to the heart.
Every sentence hits the nail on the head.
In a project initiation group that was supposed to be formed to find solutions together and work together to move forward.
At the first plenary meeting, they directly seized upon the fundamental difficulties that everyone knew were extremely difficult for the academic community to overcome, and made a big fuss about them like a complaining woman.
This is by no means a normal act for academic discussion.
This is extremely malicious and a blatant declaration of war!
Whitman's blood pressure spiked instantly.
His face was flushed red with extreme anger, and the veins on his forehead were bulging!
It wasn't just him.
All the MIT researchers present instantly turned pale, their faces grim and so somber they seemed to drip water.
The air seemed to be thick with the chilling atmosphere of impending battle!