In essence, programmers are actually digital life.? [(( [＜

The so-called digital life, simply put, is a new life form created and evolved with computers as the parent, which is artificial intelligence with natural life characteristics or behaviors.

In the usual sense, computers actually only know the two numbers o and 1. All data is stored in the computer in a code composed of o and 1. This encoding method is called 'binary'.

For example, the binary code of the letter ‘a’ is o1oooo1, and the binary code of ‘9’ is oo111oo1. The low-level computer language is almost completely O,1 code. In this way, the computer can directly recognize it, so it is extremely efficient. Some high-level languages, such as, java, etc., are written in languages ​​that people can understand, and we usually call it ‘source code’.

In other words, source code is a code that humans can understand, but computers cannot understand.

At this time, there is a 'compiler' that needs to convert these high-level languages ​​into low-level languages.

Therefore, a high-level computer program written by a human will generally go through the following steps from the command layout to the correct execution:

Program → Editor → Compiler → Linker (retrieve database) → Program load → Execute.

This is a complete chain.

Therefore, when artificial intelligence is promoted to digital life and operations also evolve into thinking, the essence of thinking is still the binary of o and 1. However, digital life can automatically simplify complex source code into o and 1 binary commands for identification.

This also causes: when making logical judgments on digital life, it is not o, it is 1; it is not 'yes', it is 'no'; it is neither 'black' or 'white'.

This also makes digital life born with linear thinking.

In this way, the mental journey of a fat chef of a programmer is easy to understand.

When Wu Chen said, I was here to eat noodles, the first logical judgment appeared: Is he here to make trouble? The answer: No. Because he came to eat noodles. So the battle procedure was terminated and the noodles program began to be activated.

I have to say that Wu Chen’s understanding of digital life is very profound.

However, this is all unchanged.

When he and Huang Xuemei in his arms were pulled into two long streams of light and rushed towards the ugly black hole, Wu Chen realized that his previous metaphor was very bad.

If this is an anal fissure, then what will happen to me again?

Of course, as for why Wu Chen, a demigod-level Wu Chen can travel through a black hole without exploding the spiritual world of the hammer-falling collar, it is because Wu Chen is only 1/27 of her own now. He swallowed Wu Chen's 26 clones of the hammer-falling collar, and activated Scorpio, swallowed the energy spirits of the entire prison city. So, her current spiritual world has been strengthened into, it is estimated that only the architects can understand.

However, under such a huge crisis, is Lord Zero still indifferent?

The timeline is pulled for a long time.

It made the incident that was originally just a moment, but it seemed like it had been spent ten thousand years. The tiredness came, and Wu Chen even fell into a deep sleep.

"Brother Chen? Brother Chen?" After a long time, Wu Chen was woken up by a call that seemed to come from the sky, with an echo. He shook his swollen head hard and survived the dizziness that traveled through time and space. Wu Chen breathed a long sigh of relief. Looking around, he was the only one in the desolate world.

"Sister Huang!" Wu Chen was shocked.

"Brother Chen, I'm in the piano." Xunsheng lowered his head, and Wu Chen then realized that a jade chain in the style of an guqin was hanging on his chest.

"What's going on?" Wu Chen didn't know what he had during the period of his coma.

"Brother Chen, I'm fine. But when you landed, I saw many 'things' flying out of your body. In order to protect your soul, I exhausted my energy and could only return to the piano. See if there is anything missing..."

"Well." Wu Chenxun looked inside. After being sucked away by the hammer-dropped collar, the already dim little universe seemed to have nothing to lose. However... Wu Chen found that his abilities, such as instant movement, electromigration, and even mental pulses and spiritual shields, were gone!

After trying it, it was completely gone in both the source code and the energy spirit's perspective!

"My abilities are gone." Fear quickly amplified in his heart.

"I guess those who fly away are your skills." Huang Xuemei comforted: "Don't panic. Since you can fly out, you will definitely be able to find it back. It's very strange here, be careful."

"Okay." Wu Chen subconsciously looked at the world surrounded by white mist and black vines, and walked towards a faint light.

Bai Wu and Wu Chen are not unfamiliar with it.

The brain of the elderly vegetative little sweet bean without consciousness is just a white mist. In other words, this should be the spiritual world of the hammer-falling collar without a clear consciousness. Wu Chen may have fallen into the subconscious or even unconscious area of ​​the hammer-falling collar.

Trying to drive away the white mist and take the opportunity to look at the hard soles of the feet. Wu Chen found that the ground was still surrounded by black vines. Compared to the rough withered vines, the vines here were shining with greasy light. I don’t know what the situation was.

Wu Chen's condition at this time was similar to a ghost. Of course, compared to the ghost's mist lower body, Wu Chen could walk on two legs.

The timeline here is extremely unstable. The light that was originally far away was still bright, but when Wu Chen took the last step, he suddenly approached his eyes.

It was a dim oil lamp.

The oil lamp is woven with black vines that can be seen everywhere, full of twists and chaos, and has no beauty at all. What Wu Chen is more curious about is the lamp oil. He does not have the existing wicks, nor does he see the oil accumulated on the lamp. However, how did the light as big as a bean grain produced?

"Ahem!" The black stone that placed the lamp suddenly moved. Only then did Wu Chen realize that it was a thin hand. The long sleeve robe woven by black vines slowly raised up, and an old face appeared under the dim light. Wu Chen instantly thought of those gloomy and terrifying evil witches.

"Ah..." the old woman spoke in a hoarse voice: "Another amnesia."

"Amnesia?" Wu Chen was stunned at first, then nodded slightly: "How should I find my lost memory?"

"Haha..." The cheeks were mostly covered by the gray-white length that was parted, and only a pair of turbid old eyes were exposed. He smiled gloomyly: "If you want to know the answer, please pay a commemorative coin."

"Commemorative coins?" Wu Chen knew that the commemorative coins in the old woman's mouth must be very different from what he understood. Moreover, they are usually written as commemorative coins.

Sure enough, the old woman explained in an extremely coveted voice: "There are coins that store 'memory'. Everyone who comes here has it. You are no exception."

After thinking about it, Wu Chen immediately realized. He tried to flip his pocket and found the coin that should have been thrown into the public phone.

"Ah... you found it." The old woman's eyes suddenly burned with infinite greed flames.

Wu Chen clamped his fingers and shook it in front of her: "Tell me first, where is this?"

"Memory Furnace." Since the coin appeared, the old woman's eyes seemed to be tightly attracted by a magnet, and she never left it again.

"The furnace of memory?" Wu Chen suddenly realized: "So, can this place swallow my memory?"

"Yes, yes." The old woman couldn't wait to reach out and grab the coins sandwiched between Wu Chen's fingers.

Wu Chen gently avoided: "Where should I go to find my memory?"

The old woman smiled and said, "You will know if you pay."

Wu Chen didn't know how much purchasing power a coin had here. However, facing a world of nothingness, the old woman in front of him seemed to be a crucial novice guide. After thinking about it, Wu Chen immediately threw the coin into the old woman's black palm.

The moment he held it tightly, the old woman was so beautiful that she almost floated up. After a long time, she slowly opened her eyes: "Follow the fire of memory, you will find them."

Before Wu Chen could ask, "Where did the fire of memory come from?", the old woman had already gently picked up the oil lamp and blew a sigh of relief at the dim little flame. This poor flame that was already small, a small flame floated out and flew towards Wu Chen.

Wu Chen subconsciously wanted to resist, but was blocked by the magic of the guqin pendant.

"Brother Chen, let go of your heart and try to accept it..."

Wu Chen gritted his teeth and gave up his mental defense and let the little flame float towards him.

The moment he connected to Wu Chen's spiritual world, the small flame suddenly exploded and turned into a flame similar to an oil lamp.

The old woman shrugged and laughed: "Go, the amnesia... If you are strong enough, you will realize how magical and wonderful this world is...haha..."

The little flame seemed to have its own spirituality. After a few rounds of favors, the tadpole-like fire tail swung and flew into the fog. Wu Chen hurriedly followed. The lights and the old woman were immediately overwhelmed by the fog, leaving only a strange long smile all the way.

Wherever the small flame passes, the fog will dissipate invisible in the fire light it releases.

The white fog was everywhere, and the sight was covered by mist. Even so, Wu Chen continued to go deeper under the guidance of the small flame. Up a gentle slope, the small flame suddenly increased. It was like an arrow from the string, dragging a golden long tail and pounced towards the target.

After the destination was illuminated by the fire, Wu Chen then realized that it seemed to be a dead tree.

A small flame was holding a vine ball on a branch that kept flying around?

That's right, it was a hollow vine ball. Through the gaps of the vine ball, Wu Chen vaguely saw a golden flame.

The familiar fluctuations and refreshing warmth all show that this golden flame is a memory he lost. Wu Chen didn't know why the memory was entangled by a vine ball. However, this dead tree made Wu Chen feel very bad.

Wu Chen seemed to feel the golden flame, which was being consumed by little by little. In other words, this dead tree was devouring his memory.

"What should I do?" Wu Chen, who had lost all his abilities, was in a dilemma for a moment.

However, time waited for no one. Seeing the flames getting weaker and weaker, Wu Chen made a fuss and said, "Try it!"
Chapter completed!