bacchusnovels Chapter 223 Intellectual Massacre
Chapter 223 Intellectual Massacre
"No problem, Dean, I've got it covered!"
Su Hao was completely unaware of the murderous intent in the dean's words, the kind that threatened to scatter someone's ashes.
He simply gripped the marker tightly with anticipation and nodded emphatically.
At that moment, the light that shone in his eyes was so pure it was terrifying.
Allen, the co-leader who sat to the side and witnessed the entire out-of-control process, was ashen-faced.
He closed his eyes in despair, stretched out a hand, and helplessly held his wildly pounding forehead.
孽 孽!
These idiots, of all people to mess with, they had to provoke this monster that has entered a state of computing power awakening.
A one-sided, horrific massacre of intelligence has already occurred and is beyond redemption!
Whitman slowly turned his head.
With an undisguised, unwavering gaze, he stared intently at the two groups who had just instigated the trouble.
"Everyone, you'd better clean your ears and listen carefully to every word."
This was taught personally by the director of MIT.
If you can't swallow a pre-chewed, standard answer that's directly presented to you, then...
Then I suppose you all have no reason to shamelessly continue staying in this project, right?
Gurgle.
In the quiet room, the sound of swallowing saliva could be clearly heard several times.
Under Whitman's chilling, godfather-like gaze of death.
Michael and the municipal engineer, these two researchers who were originally arrogant and intended to teach Su Hao a lesson.
At that moment, his adrenaline surged with tension, and he instinctively straightened his back, a layer of cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead.
Turn around. Take off your hat.
The marker in Su Hao's hand transformed into a black, mad blade on the snow-white panel, and began to fly rapidly!
Swish. Swish.
The sound of pens scratching against each other suddenly echoed in the conference room.
Those extremely obscure and complex mathematical symbols.
Non-linear curves that spiral like giant dragons.
A series of tensor charts so large they were almost unbelievable.
Like a river bursting its banks, it appears out of thin air under his pen, pouring out wildly!
In the blink of an eye, countless derivation formulas, exuding a strange beauty, swept across the entire whiteboard with overwhelming force!
Boston's vast and complex road network, with its steel and concrete structures, and the constant flow of cars and people...
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he forcefully dismantled and crushed it from a purely mathematical perspective.
Subsequently, a magnificent set of dynamic equations was reconstructed from several lines of extremely beautiful and concise symbols.
"Please take a look, everyone."
Su Hao tapped the blackboard, making a tapping sound.
"This is the beating pulse of this city, which I call: the Urban Phase Equation!"
The researchers, who had initially harbored ulterior motives, were now overwhelmed by the overwhelming academic pressure.
In order to understand those bizarre formulas on the blackboard that seemed to come from an alien civilization.
Everyone unconsciously craned their necks and their bodies uncontrollably crowded forward.
However, despair was spreading.
Even though they all stared wide-eyed at every character on the whiteboard.
But it didn't work.
It was all in vain.
For those of them who usually only deal with surface data and have not studied the core of Su Hao's abnormal theory in depth.
The mathematical barriers erected here are simply too profound and unfathomable.
This is like asking someone who has just learned the multiplication table to build a nuclear submarine!
It's important to know that this was when Su Hao's manuscript first came out.
Even Deputy Director Allen, who is hailed as a leading figure in the industry and has profound mathematical expertise, was involved.
At first, I had to lock myself in the office, without eating or drinking, for a whole day and night, plucking out countless strands of hair, before I could barely figure out the logical connections between them!
Is this a simple formula that any ordinary human could understand at a glance?!
Do you think these mediocre guys can understand it instantly?
dream!
Su Hao, however, did not care at all about the lives of the people below.
He casually erased a large section of the derivation.
He then used a marker to draw a completely new, bizarre, and distorted function curve next to it.
Look here!
Don't misunderstand the term "phase." It doesn't refer to the absolute value of traffic volume; it's dynamic!
It's that extremely subtle, "relative point in time," at every intersection, when faced with traffic flowing from all directions, that determines when to make the next decision.
Swish swish.
They weren't given any time to breathe.
Su Hao's speech became faster and faster, completely immersed in his own absolute domain.
He then wrote down a long string of brain-teasing high-order partial derivatives below, along with a three-dimensional polar coordinate chart.
"Look at this vertical axis; it represents the second-order rate of change of traffic volume."
In short, the core of my algorithm is to accurately perceive the stress status of the underlying structure of each road segment by reading the speed and hysteresis attenuation of traffic flow changes in real time.
Don't look at the data, look at the rhythm of the data's movement!
Su Hao's eyes shone, and his tone became increasingly impassioned.
"Attention! The most exciting part is coming!"
When we convert all of this extremely complex nonlinear rate of change into phase.
All the transportation nodes in the entire city will, like a massive quantum wave function, resonate at the same mathematical level. And this phenomenon—”
Su Hao drew a circle heavily on the whiteboard.
"I define it as 'absolute phase alignment'!"
That's too profound.
It's really too profound.
in fact.
From a certain moment when the third line of the formula was derived.
The researchers from Harvard and City Hall had completely lost their nerve and couldn't keep up with Su Hao's unpredictable explanations. All they could hear was a buzzing sound in their ears.
But Su Hao, standing on the podium, was completely unaware of all of this.
Still deeply immersed in his own flawless mathematical world, he was like a mad missionary, enthusiastically and animatedly talking non-stop.
"Oh, right!"
Su Hao suddenly slapped his forehead, as if he had remembered something extremely exciting.
"Didn't the Transportation Bureau help me set up a dedicated data transmission line yesterday?"
Last night before going to bed, I glanced at the raw echo data from Boston over the past two days.
And guess what? It sparked several brand new, even crazier, iteration ideas in me!
Fuck you!
Upon hearing this, all the Harvard scholars and municipal engineers present collectively cursed in their hearts.
"It's already gotten to this point, so incredibly inhumane, and the algorithm is this complex. And this isn't the complete version?"
You fucking tell me you have new inspiration?!