bacchusnovels Chapter 225 The Frog in the Well
Chapter 225 The Frog in the Well
Whitman nestled comfortably in his chair, leisurely sipping his coffee, a wide, uncontrollable smile spreading across his face.
"This kid's got something! He's completely entered that flow state unique to geniuses!"
This is pure power!
What are the undercurrents of suppression in the workplace?
What is the infighting among various forces vying for the right to speak?
The filthy and foul political calculations in the minds of these ordinary people probably never existed in Su Hao's pure mathematical brain, which was filled with nothing but formulas, from the very first second Su Hao stepped into this conference room!
I don't care who you are at all.
They don't care what you're trying to do at all.
How exactly can one polish the algorithm they have built themselves, bit by bit, to a flawless, god-like state?
What Su Hao truly cares about, what he's thinking about.
From beginning to end, there was only this one incredibly pure thing!
And what's amazing is that...
Those municipal engineers and Harvard scholars who originally came with hostility and viewed Su Hao's detailed explanation as some kind of vicious retaliation.
After experiencing the initial excruciating pain and shattered self-esteem...
As the formulas on the blackboard become more and more profound, they get closer and closer to the origin of truth.
The wall in their hearts has collapsed.
They were gradually deeply shocked and completely convinced by Su Hao's extreme passion for academia and his unreserved purity!
Moreover, this surrender is irreversible.
I don't know when it started.
Sophie from Harvard and a few other technocrats who were somewhat able to keep up with the pace also unconsciously let go of all their defenses, vigilance, and worldly prejudices.
The hostility in their eyes disappeared, replaced by academic shock.
Several experts even stood up and walked to the whiteboard, tentatively offering their professional perspectives from their respective fields.
Then it was instantly absorbed and fused by Su Hao, and pushed back!
This conference room, filled with calculations, has somehow, without anyone noticing, finally returned to its true nature.
Everyone truly became involved in this high-level academic discussion!
"Uh..." Whitman sipped her coffee and looked around.
"Although not everyone present could keep up with this insane pace..."
Look around.
In the entire conference room, more than half of the people were still in a daze, their eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Their brains' CPUs have clearly been burned out by the extremely high intensity of logical operations.
Whitman turned her head, looked at the Boston night view outside the window, and smiled silently.
A group of ignorant frogs at the bottom of a well.
With such a pitiful brain capacity, they dare to run wild on the territory of my great MIT! They're truly courting death!
He gently put down the empty coffee cup in his hand, and muttered a curse in his heart with extreme satisfaction and delight.
Hmph, the outcome is already decided.
There is no doubt that after today's epic and inhumane "intellectual massacre,"
These arrogant guys will definitely look like they've seen a ghost whenever they see Su Hao again.
We offer our deepest reverence and purest respect to this young "Project Research Director"!
........
A week later.
In the project lab, Michael stared intently at the monitor screen.
The face that had endured years of hard work at Harvard now bore no trace of its former composure and arrogance; only a deep shock surged within its eyes.
"My God..." Michael swallowed hard.
"Are all these things running on the screen... real road data?"
"I'm sorry, yes."
Beside me, Lisa, a senior data engineer from Harvard, spoke with a numbness that came from being beaten down by reality.
"This is the total data accumulated over a full 168 hours for the entire city."
The system is also receiving pulse signals in real time from 160,000 sensors deployed throughout the city by the Transportation Bureau.
What you are seeing now... is a predictive path that is completely free from human intervention, generating and evolving autonomously.
On the giant screen, the intricate road network of the city center seemed to come alive instantly.
It wasn't a harsh color change, but a smooth, delicate rhythm, like the breathing of a living organism, as if the very veins of the city were gradually awakening at that moment.
The glaringly red traffic jams are being eliminated at a visible speed.
The green light, symbolizing unobstructed flow, is like a vine imbued with life, spreading backward along the capillaries of the road network until it completely illuminates the heart of the city center.
Its dynamic evolution is so exquisite that it is so natural that there is not a trace of artificial embellishment.
There are no abrupt transitions. There are no rigid delays.
The feeling was like a god high in the clouds, looking down on the mortal world and casually plucking the strings of order.
"I can't believe it..." Michael suddenly grabbed a handful of hair, his scalp tingling.
"Is this really an algorithm architecture that the human brain could write?"
What kind of terrifying mathematical model must have been built to achieve something that would amaze even God...?
Lisa did not refute, but nodded emphatically, her eyes showing no less shock than Michael's.
"I completely understand, because I reacted the same way at first."
Lisa turned her head, her gaze extremely complicated.
"The most terrifying thing is that these massive low-level codes do not use any existing open-source libraries."
From beginning to end, from zero to one, it was all typed out line by line by that freak Su Hao alone!
Michael's heart skipped a beat.
A person?
How could he single-handedly complete such a massive and complex amount of code—enough to make a team of a hundred engineers lose their hair?
This is outrageous!
This makes one seriously suspect that the concept of "teamwork" simply doesn't exist in this guy's dictionary.
Is he actually an alien tentacle monster in human skin?!
"This is simply..."
Michael opened his mouth, only to find that his vocabulary, which he was so proud of, seemed so inadequate in the face of this line of code.
It took him a long time to finally manage to utter a single word: "This is simply a monster!"
"Let me tell you, there's something even more terrifying!"
Even within our so-called top-tier team, there are still a lot of underlying logics that we haven't fully grasped yet.
Every time we work ourselves to the bone, barely managing to catch up with the first level of his thought process...
With a click, this freak turned around and completely refactored the code!
Lisa rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"Other people develop systems on a yearly or monthly basis, but this old man..."
They release a major version update every week! Damn it, they're leaving us no way to survive!