Chapter 817

After a series of preparations, dieterian leaned forward so that the mirrors he had placed on the table could clearly see the socket in his skull.

Every move was so careful that he peeled off the plastic patch with his left hand and pushed the intellectual core back with a rapid and steady movement.

This step is a top priority.

The power gap hissed in his head, and the click of it sliding into place echoed in the bones behind his nose.

"Omnisaia bless -"

Using the edge of a nail, he pressed the reset switch, which was hidden under the black-and-white mechanical work used to decorate the top of the core.

Next, either he will gain more knowledge capacity in return, or his brain will be thoroughly cooked from the inside out.

Soon,

The red diode lumen lights up around the edge of the core.

When they form a circle, they blink and turn green.

Dieterian relaxed, and when he realized that he was unknowingly tightening his skin, he couldn't help grinning. At this time, the intellectual core was connecting with his brain again, adding useful readings to his field of vision.

[25% of storage capacity reading display]

"Doubled, good!"

Dieterian clapped his hands and frowned.

He didn't have time to pack his tools. He didn't even look when he got up and left the room.

A pile of sacred STC templates are waiting for him to analyze, and

He was already late.

The display panel on his shoulder lit up before he reached his destination——

"Dieterian, where are you?"

Loken's face appears on the floating image screen, which is painted with blue shadows, combined with a large number of image writing lines.

The instrument is made of semi active light-emitting diodes. Its chemical components are collected from deep-sea bacteria, so the picture will look blue.

"Here I am."

After several layers of security inspection, dieterian strode into the technology hall.

This is a five story room. In front of it is a huge, semi-circular window overlooking the scenery outside the great wall of the monastery.

On the left side of its field of vision, a large ground radar can be seen. It is like a flat, steel mirror, reflecting the glow of distant stars. The cable pipe protruding from the radar and restraining it is like a shining silver needle.

Every floor of the room is covered with control panels of protective automatic devices, and each place is generously equipped with imaging equipment, which emits the same, strong light at the moment.

In the hall, Loken, Faya, and biological technician jamini Ford are already waiting.

"Sorry, I'm one minute and thirty-two seconds late."

Dieterian hurried up the three stairs and quickly sat down in the uncomfortable chair.

The three-dimensional pattern woven by light suddenly appeared beside him, and a miniature whole stone ring rattled in front of him.

As the table felt his presence, the state readings of the huge STC memory were activated one after another.

While the machine was blessing itself, the servants' prayers were also murmuring from their horns.

These STC memories are red, and their outer surfaces are rendered translucent to show the condition of the secondary system under them.

The brain wave scanner used for connection is emitting a disturbing orange light.

Dieterian checked again for a while, then pulled out a steel jacketed communication cable and inserted it into a socket behind his ear.

All went well, except that the spring retractor was rolled too tightly, and the cable was annoyingly pulled on one side of his head, forcing his neck into an uncomfortable position.

But now is not the time to worry about comfort. He separated his consciousness and distributed it among several consoles.

With the help of his outstanding intellectual core, the vision of the eyes in his mind is divided into several quadrants. The top of his field of view is occupied by a large number of state reading, and the lower half is divided into three image fields, each of which shows the reading from one of the memory.

"Stand ready."

Loken half sang and read these words, and they were accompanied by a data rich binary stream.

Then, the four aimless machine servants began to sing the hymn of the data torrent. Under a silent command from dieterian, the other two machine servants added their thick voice to the singing. They recited the poem of the security key.

The real world gradually retreats, and lengthy words roll over one side of dieterian's vision, while the back and forth communication between other technical priests is rendered into bright green text, as well as the rapid and endless running of zero and one in binary language.

Soon, a larger text panel flashed through his consciousness.

Start parsing

It says, asking dieterian to confirm receipt.

The electrical pulse was running continuously, from the organic path of his brain to the nano wire grafted on his nervous system, and then sent to the machine to confirm that he had received the message.

Nothing is false. The God of all opportunities has created miracles.

Scheduled to start in 10 seconds

The biggest difficulty in parsing STC template is that the program language and recording mode used by ancient humans are different from all the program structures known by mechanical education. Therefore, pure mechanical parsing is useless and must have the role of "translator".

In short, it is to arrange those ancient data into a structure that can be analyzed by the data instrument, and correct some unrecognized readings.

This is a highly difficult and high-risk project. The ancient human data mode has low redundancy and compact structure, which means that the data flow per second may be ten or even a hundred times that of the existing mechanical teaching program.

In this process, a bad, dieterian's brain will immediately boil.

Therefore, this kind of work often requires several sage level technicians to operate at the same time.

But dieterian thinks highly of himself. He doesn't think he is worse than any technical sage, although he has never really entered the system of orthodox mechanism.

"Well -"

With a slight tingling, dieterian's world was involved in an infinite flood of data, and the STC memory began to hum.

"Praise God Almighty, his messenger omnisaia, and the driving force that he has transferred to us."

All the machine servants and mechanical members began to praise.

Dieterian had no time to care about him. His divided vision shook around, and the images divided into three parts became diversified.

If he doesn't pay attention, conflicting input will make him want to vomit.

Then, he issued the analysis instruction, and the data flow ushered in a short explosion, but he can also bear that the ancient data began to become binary code that can be analyzed by the instrument under the high-speed operation of his intelligent core.

During this process, dieterian also paid attention to the temperature indicator from time to time.

Suddenly, dieterian's nervous thoughts were suddenly concentrated again by the sound of an alarm bell.

Abnormal data, increment 11%

Synthetic sounds are loaded directly to the language center of his brain.

The grid shows that the originally stable data flow suddenly begins to fluctuate, which is what dieterian is most worried about, which means that these data are likely to be encrypted.