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The Operations Room at The Mansion unctured by light from HYDRA ssavers cyg in darkness. Caldwell was alone and logged into the Tsinghua Uy mirror server in Beijing, the server on which he had gave himself an administrative at earlier iernoon. He called up a work schema. The mae he was logged into was a standalone server but it unicated with the main Tsinghua servers at thirty-sed intervals. Caldwell checked the logs and the user ats and gained access to one of the main public servers at Tsinghua. There were one hundred and twenty-three students o that very moment. Caldwell sed their local directories for anything iing. Each student was allocated a department code. A good number of them beloo a node called p_sci. Caldwell choose one at at random and call up a map of the p_sci directory structure. There were about fifty sub-directories. Most of them looked uing.Caldwell jumped to a subdirectory labeled SKL_ITS. He had no idea what the letters meant. There were even more folders in this directory. One called Special_Projects looked iing. He tried to gain access. ACCESS DENIED. SPECIAL PRIVILEGES REQUIRED. He didn’t even bother sending in one of his password bots. The IDEs would be too powerful and he didn’t have time to write a new ohat could gain access. He o find an authenticated user.
Caldwell navigated all the way back to the top of the work and drilled down into the cyberspace traffic logs. He trawled through thousands of remot></a>e calls to cyberspace sites, requests for files and authenticated logins to various uy micro sites. Everything looked fine except for ory just a few days ago. It was a massive data dump from cyberspace amounting to several trillion bytes. The data was ing from all over, the Uates, the Union, Russia, Japan. This could be what Fouler had been talking about, part of the huge data traffic he had seen logged at ower.
He checked the logs for a whole month prior. The same thing had been going on for weeks, massive amounts of data being replicated from cyberspato some internal database at Tsinghua. It was as though cyberspace was being systematically duplicated. However, the source of the data seemed entirely random. Caldwell dohe sole’s VR goggles and gloves. The cyberspace access logs appeared in front of him i form.
“Enter Visual Mode,” he said into the microphone embedded in the goggles. The logs were transformed from lines of text to a gray three-dimensional tube running diagonally from the bottom left of his field of vision to the tht. The edges of the tube faded off into the distahe tube was a timeline of the uy’s data traffic.
“Show all cyberspace data requests greater thaerabyte.”
The tube flickered and ged color. The gray was now interspersed with equally-spaced color bands indig all data dumps larger thaerabyte. The colored rings expanded as far as he could see. Using the gloves he she band in half to look at a cross-se.
“Create pie chart by data type,” he an<bdi>..</bdi>ded the sole. The cross-se was transformed into a three-dimensional pie chart. The chart depicted data downloaded by data type. Most of the data was in the form of dots and ks of puting code.
“Drill down into pie chart, slice by do...”
The largest piece of the pie chart slid out, rotated and disappeared in a swirl of pixels. It was replaced with a list of dot titles. The number of dots was displayed at the bottom of the s: 1,235,312. Somebody accessed over a million dots on the inner ws of the Uates gover on one single day. Most of the dots were from gover departments, the Federal Reserve, military installations, stifistitutions, NASA. Somebody was systematically sug iire body of US knowledge into New a. It didn’t make any se all. No human mind could digest all that data.
The information just seemed to have disappeared into a black hole. Even if the Uates realized that the data was going out, which they most likely did, they had no reason to be alarmed by it. All the information being appropriated was in the publiain. The ese were probably just mirr the data so the authorities could sensor it. It was just that the sheer volume of data being copied suggested some ulterior motive at work. There was too much data for this to be some major sorship drive. Since Caldwell was ihe Tsinghua work, he figured he might be able to see where all the data had gone.
“Show data destination.”
An animation of a plex work popped up showing the path of the data. The data did several loops through various works and ended up in a dedicated ste area work with a mind-boggling amount of ste space. ected to the ste area work but not to Tsinghua’s maiwork was a lone mae at the far top er of the work diagram. He tapped the mae’s i with the gloves. ACCESS DENIED.
“Show all related works.”
ed works found.
Why would a standalone puter with no e to the work be systematically accessing huge amounts of data from cyberspace? Why would it s own dedicated ste work?
“Show all related departments.”
1 related department found: Department of puter Sd Teology.
“Search keyword: AI or SKL_ITS”
SKL_ITS/Special_Projects.
“Show all related users.”
3 users found: Yao Guo (Professor), Wang Lin (Student), Li Jin (Student)
“Launch Tsinghua Uy Publietwork.”
The Tsinghua uy publietwork was rendered as a spinning three-dimensional shape with multiple labeled facets. Caldwell tapped the Faculties side of the cube with the gloves. It expanded into four riangles. He drilled down into even smaller triangles until he reached the puter Sd Teology micro site. He opened up<s></s> a link called Faculty Members. A list of about one hundred faculty members popped up. Right at the top rofessor Yao Guo .
Professor Yao Guo was head of the iionally renowned Department of puter Sd Teology, part of the School of Information Sd Teology of Tsinghua Uy. Professor Yao’s responsibilities covered the running of four prestigious institutes: The Institute of High Performanputing; The Institute of puter works; The Institute of puter Software and The Institute of Human-puter Iion and Media Iion. He was also in charge of The State Key Laboratory of Intelligent Teology and Systems, which ducted research jointly with ans of the People’s Liberation Army. Professor Yao was the recipient of numerous prestigious awards of excellence for resear the areas of parallel and distributed puting, high performanputer systems, knowledge engineering, distributed databases, artificial intelligend visualization teologies including virtual reality. Professor Yao was also renowned for his work developing virtual reality applications for the People’s Liberation Army.
“Very iing,” Caldwell said to no one in particular.
He called up an information page for the student Li Jin. The simple page just said he was twenty-four years old, a straight-A postgraduate student in the Department of puter Sd Teology and a research assistant to Professor Yao. Caldwell checked the Tsinghua directory server on a whim to see if Li Jin was logged in to anything at the moment. Li Jin’s at had been disabled. He checked Professor Yao’s at. That had also been disabled. Just to be thh, he checked the other student Wang Lin’s at. He expected it to be disabled too. But, it wasn’t. Wang Lin was currently logged oudent BBS system. Caldwell ducted a search for research pa<big>?</big>pers or dots on which Wang Lin had been a tributor.
12 research papers found:
1. Modeling & Rendering of plex VR Ses taining a Huge Amount of Primitives
2. Intelligent Agent Systems and Their Application
3. Reition and Knowledge Discovery in Database on Micro Ey
4. Key Teologies for Parallel Programming Enviros
5. Molecular Biology as a Foundation for True Artificial Intelligence
Caldwell didn’t bother reading the rest. Could it be that Professor Yao and his two student protégés were w on a research project that involved feeding vast amounts of data to a mae for the purpose of granting it intelligence? Was it possible that this was all related to the big breakthrough that Anthony Ma and Victor g had talked about? It all seemed harmless enough, except for the nature and size of the data. This was not just general knowledge that was being sucked in from cyberspace. This was terabytes of retly unclassified intelligence, which while it may be publiain and useless to a human through the sheer volume of it, could be used to inflie serious AI-instigated age in cyberspace. What would happen if you gave all the publiformation on eics, sce, finand sociology to a vastly intelligent heuristiputer? A puter with the ability to learn?
Caldwell khat he needed access to that lone puter osinghua work that was ag as a mag for all that information. The only way to get to it was through the professor or one of his protégés. If this system was as sinister as he was jecturing, the professor would be particularly guarded. The professor’s young assistants oher hand could be cajoled into letting the cat out of the bag. In fact, an idea was f in Caldwell’s mind. It was a twist on social engineering, the art of retrieving a user’s password over the phone. He would get Wang Lin to reveal his secrets.
Caldwell called up a list of all the female students in the Department of puter Sd Teology. They made up just over thirty pert of all students in the department. That was good news. A number of them had personal departmental pages where they posted resumes, research papers, digital photos and other eleic media. Caldwell browsed through these pages of post-teenage female angst until he found ohat stoked his i. It was the personal site of a girl called Vicky Zhao. Her ese name was Zhao Wei. She was twenty years old and, from her photograph at least, cute as a button with Japanese manga cartoon eyes and straight long hair. There was a good ce that half the department would be madly in love with her. Her cyberspace page also informed Caldwell that she was from Shanghai.
Vicky Zhao Wei was also a member of the student BBS system. Caldwell double checked the BBS logs to be sure. The logs indicated that she was an occasional user of the BBS. Most of her posts were mundane assig-related questions. And as Caldwell had figured at least one of Professor Yao’s brilliant advisers would be among the many male students who rushed to answer her questions. Vicky Zhao Wei, by reason of her looks, never had to wait long for her queries to be answered. Vicky Zhao Wei was a veritable BBS mag. Caldwell, fetting that he was wearing the sole gloves, punched both arms in the air.
Getting Vicky’s username and password iece of cake. She had the lowest level of access in the departmental system as did most of the students. Wang Lin was one of the chosen few. Caldwell logged into the BBS as Vicky and headed straight for the live chat VR se. He selected a built-in avatar from the repository, a beautiful Manchu princess in shiny gold and silver robe with storks dang on the banks of a river embroidered on the shimmering silk. The avatar was carrying a rice paper and bamboo parasol, also with stork motifs. The storks appeared to take flight as he used the gloves to spin the parasol.
There were about twenty users or avatars on the BBS. Some of them were dressed in a ese garb. Caldwell spotted at least two emperors, a few eunuchs and dowagers all iifully rendered ese e. The sole’s graphigine was unlike anything he had ever seen. The images were extremely realistic. There was no lag as Caldwell floated across the parched earth of the BBS’ main area. Individual sun rays were rendered in all their fiery detail.
Wang Lin was still logged into the BBS. He was a ese scholar in simple gray robes carrying an a satchel made of wood and twining on his back. He was chatting to a dowager and a eunuch. Caldwell decided against walking up to them. There was a droopy willow tree nearby. Caldwell maneuvered his avatar up to the tree and te in its shade. The detail of the se was breathtaking. He decided to message Wang Lin privately.
Wei Wei: Read your paper on Molecular Biology as a Foundation for True Artificial Intelligence. Sounds a bit far-fetched.
The imperial scholar looked up in his dire. Caldwell waited. The student tialking to the dowager and the eunuch. Caldwell’s Manchu princess elegantly removed a paper fan with a floral pattern from the depths of one of her sleeves and slowly fanned herself. He looked up through the goggles. Wang Lin’s scholar was gliding purposefully towards him.
Wang Lin: Hey Wei Wei. Don’t see you here very often and you never choose that persona.
Wei Wei: Always busy with assigs. Usually have some time on the weekends though.
Wang Lin: So you read my paper?
Wei Wei: Yeah. I’ve beeing my head against a storying to figure out what to write for my assig. Was just looking around the library, saw your paper and started reading.
Wang Lin: Oh really. So which part do you think is far-fetched?
Wei Wei: The whole idea of using biological matter or brain cells as a puter chip. The theory about bacteria with altered DNA being logic gates surely is sce fi.
Wang Lin: What if I told you that there is such a chip w today?
Wei Wei: I wouldn’t believe you. Even the Ameris ’t do it.
Wang Lin: The Ameris are far behind. It’s here in New a that the latest innovations are taking place.
Wei Wei: Yeah, but nothing like what you suggest in the paper, right?
Wang Li’s just say the stuff in there is not as far-fetched as it sounds.
Wei Wei: Seriously?
Wang Lin: One day I might even show you something.
Wei Wei: To think New a is so advanced? If only that were possible?
Wang Lin: If only I show you what I’ve seen.
Wei Wei: Why not?
Wang Lin: I don’t know. This is top-secret stuff.
Wei Wei: Well if you don’t trust me that’s OK.
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Wang Lin: Of course I trust you. Even though we don’t know each other that well.
Wei Wei: But obviously you don’t trust me enough. That’s fine. I uand.
Wang Lin: OK. Between you ahis does not go beyond here uand. Follow me. I have an encrypted private BBS room.
The scholar opened up a fissure in the ground and disappeared into it. Caldwell stood over the fissure which had molten lava bubbling just a few feet below. He disappeared into the searing magma and emerged unscathed in a landscape of jagged rocks above wispy white clouds. es flew gracefully across a fading e suhe scholar was sitting on a rock. Caldwell stood opposite him with his parasol closed.
Wang Lin: I e here to relax and plate the world.
Wei Wei: It’s beautiful.
Wang Lin: All rendered on my Great Wall putronics sole here in the dormitory.
Wei Wei: Cool.
Wang Lin: It’s all in the algorithms. I learnt a thing or two from Professor Yao before he decided to take that farmer’s boy under his wing. Hardware is he limiting factor. Humans are just really terrible at creating software. The irony is that puters, whieed software to operate, are actually better at creating software.
Wei Wei: So the key is to get puters to design their own software?
Wang Lin: That’s just a part of it. Heuristics has been around for a long time. Many panies have ercialized the idea of self-healing, self-improving software. The problem is that the software is still too stupid to do anything useful, even with the best heuristics teology.
Wei Wei: Useful as in what?
Wang Lin: Well, pass the Turi for ohing.
Wei Wei: But that’s already been done. If the user ot distinguish between the responses of the puter and another humahe puter passes. Our AI systems in the department have all passed the Turi.
Wang Lin: No they haven’t. It is a hack. The puters are fooling the human user into believing they are human most of the time but they will eventually fail if you ask enough questions. They are not intelligent in the human sense. Only by using quantum puting and neural works with heuristic software we get human-like intelligence. Only by modeling the processor on a real brain, with plex interes between neurons, we succeed.
Wei Wei: And you’ve dohat?
Wang Lin: I guess, but still testing. But this is unlike anything we’ve ever seen. It’s a mae more intelligent than we could ever hope to be. It’s a mae with a sce. And it’s all in the software.
Wei Wei: But how is that possible?
Wang Lin: A killer bination of heuristieural works, quantum puting and nanoteology.
Wei Wei: Nanoteology?
Wang Lin: Yeah, the AI uses it to build a three-dimensional quantum dot array. We have a quantum puter prototype with one billion qubits. The fastest puter ever built.
Wei Wei: OK, but what makes the AI so intelligent?
Wang Liively simple. We are giving it the entire body of human knowledge byte by byte. It already has the core tes of itive sce built-in. It already knows more eics thaire human raows and will ever know. It has e up with new eic theories in idle versation. We sent one of the theories to the Ministry of Finance here in Beijing. They were flabbergasted by the results. They make Adam Smith, Milton Keynes, Friedman and all those other idiots look like kids playing with their homework.
Wei Wei: That makes this system dangerous.
Wang Lin: It depends. To our enemies, yes. The building blocks of the system have been designed so as to vihe software that it is ese.
Wei Wei: What?
Wang Lin: It has ese sensibilities. It will do nothing to harm New a. It’s belief system, base language, everything is built on a sense of being ese. It believes in Taoist, fu and Buddhist ideals, yet has a strong sense of ese history. It’s a on like something the world has never seen.
Wei Wei: But what will you do with it?
Wang Lin: That I ot tell you. I have spoken too much already but I know you, like me, are one hundred pert patriotic. Besides, there is nothing anybody do to alter the course of New a’s destiny now. Let’s just say that Shanghai as usual will be the trailblazer.
Wei Wei: Shanghai? Are there many puters with this quantum chip?
Wang Lin: There will be. For now there is only one due to the cost and the toud-go iterative process of produg it. Basically, the AI built the first one by trial and error. Now that it’s w in the real world we simply replicate the AI’s processor design. Anyway, the quantum processor is not important. It’s just the catalyst for something much bigger. Think of it as a laung pad.
There was something tapping on Caldwell’s shoulder. The tactile sensation was so realistic that his avatar dropped its parasol. Wait a minute. He was not wearing a VR body suit so how could he feel the hand on his shoulder. Caldwell flipped out of virtual reality and the operations room in Hong Kong materialized in front of him. Mei Lin was standing there staring at the sole, which had somehow morphed into a smooth black pyramid.
“What the hell? Hang on.”
Caldwell flipped back to Wang Lin’s rocks above the clouds. The scholar avatar had disappeared. Caldwell looked out across the expanse of weather-sculptured rocks. There was a rustling sound behind him. He turned round to see the schlaring at him through dark disapproving eyes.
Wang Lin: You are not Wei Wei. Wei Wei just logged in to the BBS. Who the hell are you?
Wang Lin’s schrabbed him by the neck. He couldn’t feel the avatar’s hands on his neck so it was impossible to shake the student off. Caldwell tried to grab Wang Lin’s makeshift school bag. Since he was wearing the gloves he would be able to feel his way out of the schrip. The bag came away in his hands like termite-ied woodwork. The fragments fell away and disappeared into the clouds below. Caldwell realized that he was very close to the edge of the rocks and a steep ravine. Below the clouds there was only darkness. Wang Lin’s avatar let go of his ned shoved at his chest. Caldwell could not feel a thing but he saw himself totter on the brink of the ravine and plunge down into the depths below. His anguished screams echoed loudly in the surrounding mountains.
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