ebonymovies Chapter 118 Media Gathering
Chapter 118 Media Gathering
At the back of the conference room, a row of young assistant researchers opened their top-of-the-line laptops in unison, the sound of their keyboards clicking like a torrential downpour.
Their super algorithm program, which they wrote overnight, is running at full speed, automatically generating tens of thousands of complex small floor plans.
After extracting the boundaries, the program stuffed them all into the mathematical automaton built by Su Hao, where extremely complex state transitions were performed.
Meanwhile, in a corner, another group of people were sweating profusely as they transformed Su Hao's proof of the Four Color Theorem into an algorithm that could run directly on a server.
They wanted to test this system, which only existed in theoretical manuscripts...
When faced with the most challenging and distorted topological graphs, is it truly possible to perform four-coloring of all primitives without any blind spots?
The rules are extremely cruel.
Only when the logical decision of the automaton is exactly the same as the coloring result produced by the brute-force algorithm, forming a perfect closed loop...
Only when the large screen in the center of the conference room "dings" will a green light light up, indicating that the application has been approved.
As the number of test cases skyrocketed from a thousand or ten thousand to hundreds of thousands or millions, the roar of the server fans grew louder and louder.
In stark contrast, the atmosphere in the huge conference room grew increasingly heavy, the air so thick it seemed as if it could drip water.
The lead researcher responsible for running the underlying verification algorithm had bloodshot eyes, staring intently at the rapidly scrolling data on the screen.
He picked up the already cold espresso in his hand, his dry Adam's apple bobbing up and down, but he couldn't swallow a single sip.
"The world is about to change..." he murmured to himself.
"Everything that happens in this room today will become a sacred milestone!"
For a full century, it will be revered and celebrated by those who gaze at the stars, appearing in future mathematics textbooks!
As an ordinary person, the profound sense of participation and witnessing firsthand in humanity's creation of mathematical history...
It made him feel as if all the blood in his body was surging wildly in his veins, his blood vessels were throbbing!
"Report! The 10-sided graph extreme test is complete. All state machine paths and algorithm coloring results show no deviation and are a perfect match!"
"The 14-view diagram distortion test has passed! There are no conflicts, the logical chain is closed, and it matches perfectly!"
"Exhaustive search of highly complex configurations with twenty-view diagrams completed! Logically consistent, no anomalies found!"
In order to carve out a gap in this impenetrable iron wall, millions of extremely large, even distorted, samples were continuously fed into that cold system like a torrential downpour.
However, the red warning buzzer, which symbolized a logical error, remained completely silent.
Until a certain moment, when the last line of code finished running on the screen.
The conference room was deathly silent, with only the heavy, bellows-like breathing of the old professors.
Everyone froze, a sudden, profound sense of awe washing over them!
They finally acknowledged a great truth:
That thirteen-year-old boy from the Xia Kingdom created a flawless logical theory!
It is virtually indestructible! Impervious to all laws!
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The next morning, the rising sun had not yet fully pierced the thick fog over the capital.
The usually quiet and aloof International Center for Mathematical Research was now bustling with noise and clamor, like boiling water.
Countless black minivans, and various top-tier streaming satellite broadcasting trucks with massive antennas and radars on their roofs...
The wide, tree-lined avenue in front of the gate was completely blocked, so much so that not even a dog could squeeze in!
Special correspondents from all over the world, carrying their cameras and microphones, gathered in small groups.
While frantically rotating the focus ring to adjust for the best lens angle, he weaved through the crowd like an eel, seizing advantageous positions.
The rapid-fire English connections, the respectful requests in Japanese, the exaggerated exclamations in French, the rigorous analysis in German…
The broadcasting styles of the world's major languages intertwine to form a noisy network, rising and falling incessantly.
Zhou Fei, a young on-camera reporter who had just joined Huaxia TV, clutched the microphone tightly to his chest, his face filled with disbelief, wonder, and shock.
Like a country bumpkin who has never seen the world, he looked around at the terrifying scene that resembled a war news scene.
Zhou Fei swallowed hard and asked the media representative who was in charge of guiding him:
"This... must be a mistake?"
Didn't the station's announcement say that today's event would be a dry and boring academic conference in the field of mathematics?
This is... this isn't publishing a paper, this is clearly launching a nuclear missile!
The balding, veteran media professional, who was smoking an unlit cigarette, turned around abruptly upon hearing this and glared at Zhou Fei as if he were an idiot.
"You don't know anything!"
You might think these arrogant international media outlets would go to such lengths and make such a fuss to come here...
Are they just being silly and caring about those few ridiculous mathematical formulas?
"Huh? What's the reason for that? It's all stuff in the mathematics world; who among ordinary people understands that?"
Zhou Fei scratched the back of his head, looking completely bewildered.
"Look up and take a good look at the foreign media section. Even the editor-in-chief of CNN has personally joined in!"
The bald man lowered his voice and pointed to a pile of dazzling equipment not far away, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
"I'm putting this out there: even if a Nobel Prize winner suddenly appears out of nowhere in our country today!"
Without any prior preparation, such a terrifying spectacle could never have been induced!
Zhou Fei looked in the direction the bald man was pointing and nodded involuntarily at the almost fanatical expressions on the faces of the foreign media reporters.
"So... what exactly is the reason?"
"With your pathetic news sense, you'd need to be reincarnated and train for another hundred years to grab a headline!"
Nonsense! Think carefully about the core message of this news:
A child who was only thirteen years old proved a mathematical theorem that had puzzled mankind for a century all by himself!
What does this mean?
This represents a catastrophic collapse of the ceiling of human intelligence!
How could such an incredible, almost otherworldly story not cause a global media frenzy?!
"Have you forgotten that the West produced a similar monster back then, that prodigy who crushed everyone at the age of thirteen and won the title of chess grandmaster...?"
"Oh, oh! I remember now! It's Magnus Carlsen from Norway, right?"
Zhou Fei slapped his thigh suddenly.
"I know about that!"
When he won the championship, top international media outlets like CNN and the BBC swarmed to Norway's icy wilderness to grab the news!
"You're not completely stupid, kid."
Indeed, the impact of this incident involving our teenager is exactly the same as the crazy nature of that incident back then!
Even the aftershocks in academia are ten times more terrifying than those from the game of chess!
The bald man lowered his voice, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism.
In the brief moment of their hushed conversation, dozens of security personnel set up a cordon in the spacious plaza inside the research center.
The serious-looking staff members were quickly setting up a makeshift platform with great efficiency.
They didn't keep us waiting too long.
Just as the clock struck the scheduled time for the press conference, the building's heavy glass doors were pushed open.
Accompanied by steady and powerful footsteps, those legendary figures who usually only appeared on the covers of top journals entered the venue one after another, like red carpet stars!