diymy Chapter 20: So high it reached the kill threshold... tragic...
Chapter 20: So high it reached the kill threshold... tragic...
In the divine realm, Luo Huan watched for a while the bustling preparations in Michigan.
Bullets were loaded into the magazine one by one, weapon cases were opened and closed, and red circles were marked on the map.
But a fight is unlikely to break out anytime soon.
Stephen's intelligence gathering will take time, and Jones's personnel deployment will also take time.
She pursed her lips and turned her gaze to the west coast.
Seattle, Noah Technologies.
Qian Liren sat at his workstation, the screen displaying the report of the final integrity check.
Noah AI's iterations have reached their limit within the existing data range.
The algorithm has a stable structure, self-consistent logic, and the feedback curves of various benchmark tests are almost perfect.
At least for the current limited, clean, and highly purified dataset.
He ran the final test suite.
Language comprehension, logical reasoning, code generation, creative writing, multi-turn dialogue...
Its scores in every category surpass all publicly available general-purpose models, and in several specific areas it even approaches the level of professional humans.
The report is generated automatically.
He opened his email, created a new email, and the recipient was Van der Walker (CEO).
Title: [Noah AGI Project] Internal Testing Phase Completion Report and Next Phase Application
Attachment: Test report summary (the full version has been uploaded to the internal server).
The main text is concise, consisting of only two lines:
"The internal testing phase objectives have been achieved, and the model's performance exceeded expectations. We are applying to proceed to the next phase: limited-scale market testing (Beta), to obtain broader real-world data feedback. See the attached report for details."
send.
The afternoon meeting.
There were seven or eight people sitting in the conference room.
Qian Liren stood in front of the projection screen, the red dot of the laser pointer landing on the complex architecture diagram.
"By introducing a multi-layer implicit attention mechanism and dynamic sparse activation, we have achieved a significant improvement in parameter efficiency while reducing inference latency."
His voice was steady, without much variation.
"The core improvement lies in the coupling of the self-supervised reconstruction loss function and the path planning algorithm, which enables the model to autonomously discover and optimize potential structural paradigms in the data without explicit instructions."
He turned to the next page, which contained several comparison charts of steeply rising performance curves.
"Comprehensive evaluation shows that the current version has established significant advantages in semantic coherence, task generalization ability, and multi-step reasoning accuracy."
Van der Walker sat at the other end of the long table, his fingers crossed on his stomach.
He didn't really understand those terms.
Attention mechanism?
Sparse activation?
coupling?
He only knew that the curve going up was a good thing, and that it took much less time than he had expected.
"Looks like you really did hit it, but your complexion is still so good?"
Looking at Qian Liren, who didn't seem to be acting strangely, he was still speaking very seriously.
Vandra raised an eyebrow.
He recalled the recent private report from the Indian-American project manager, Jitter:
Qian Liren went to the toilet a bit too often, and when he came back, his eyes were too sharp, so he may have used some auxiliary methods.
Without even thinking, they must have taken some kind of enhancement agent.
It should be those intense exercises that enhance concentration.
But he didn't care.
Walker scoffed inwardly.
Yellow-skinned monkeys (ABCs) are born workaholics.
Taking drugs to perform exceptionally well? That's a classic case.
As long as the result is good, who cares about the process?
They're practically born tools.
He cleared his throat and made the decision immediately after Qian Liren finished his presentation:
"The data looks good. I agree to move on to the next phase. Jitter, you coordinate the funding, come up with a market testing plan as soon as possible, and manage the risks effectively."
"I hope to see the results soon."
"Yes, Mr. Walker."
The Indian manager nodded immediately.
Qian Liren turned off the projector, his expression calm: "Understood."
Stable.
……
"boring."
Inside the divine kingdom, Luo Huan only glanced at it before finding it incredibly boring.
Why aren't you doing anything yet?
"Aaaaaah, get online already! I'm being bombarded with tons of data!"
After a pointless wail and howl.
Her thoughts shifted, and her gaze drifted toward the east coast.
Shared roadshow space in a financial building in Lower Manhattan, New York.
The lights were bright, and the air was filled with a mixture of caffeine, perfume, and a faint sense of anxiety.
The place was packed with startups seeking angel or Series A funding, as well as well-dressed, discerning potential investors.
Lucien Oldent strolled among them, wearing a perfectly tailored dark gray cashmere suit.
A blonde, blue-eyed guide in a standard business suit followed closely behind, introducing each team in a low voice.
His gaze casually swept over the middle-class entrepreneurs who were giving their speeches, until he caught sight of one of the figures on the stage.
A young, mixed-race man, dressed in what he considered an inexpensive suit and with meticulously styled hair, was describing his project in fluent, standard, and infectious American English.
A blockchain-based micro-credit platform designed to serve "communities with insufficient credit history".
Lucien's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, then a slight smile curved his lips.
A despicable mixed-race bastard, huh? Very well, you've come to the right place.
He walked into the circle of listeners, sat down in an empty chair on the outermost edge, crossed his legs, and moved with elegance.
The mixed-race young man's speech was logically clear, based on detailed data, and full of passion.
He painted a picture of financial inclusion, trying to appeal to the faces in the audience who might have access to resources.
"That's very well said."
Lucien muttered to himself silently, tapping his knee lightly with his fingertips.
[Threshold Breaker], activated.
Threshold, leveraging.
On the podium, the young man's fluent speech suddenly paused.
A simple word got stuck on the tip of the tongue.
He blinked, as if he had instantly lost his memory of the speech.
Immediately afterwards, his cheeks flushed red at a visible speed, and the veins in his neck bulged slightly.
My breathing became rapid and irregular.
"I...we..."
He tried to regain his rhythm, but his voice began to tremble.
Some people in the audience exchanged puzzled glances.
The young man swayed. He tried to steady himself on the podium, but his fingers spasmed as he scratched at the smooth wooden surface.
His eyes began to roll upwards, revealing large areas of white, and he made strange hoarse noises in his throat.
Then, he fell backward like a puppet with its strings cut, crashing heavily onto the podium. His limbs convulsed violently, and a dark, foul-smelling water stain quickly spread beneath him.
The people below immediately scattered, their faces filled with utter disgust.
How undignified!
The security guards quickly went up and dragged the mixed-race boy, who was still groaning, away.
Lucien gracefully raised his hand and gently covered the area below his nose with his fingertips.
A faint, pleasant blush rose to his face, as if he were slightly tipsy.
Not bad, but the threshold is too low.
He stood up, straightened the front of his suit jacket, and turned to leave.
The chaos behind him, the mixed-race youth who had lost control of his bladder in public, whose future was ruined and who was already destined to be killed, never came into his sight again.
"The kill line... is it specifically for killing these kinds of people?"
He softly savored the recently popular phrase, his smile deepening.
"It's really useful."
Death line (or death line)