Artificial Intelligence and Human Intellectual Disability

Returning safely to her home in Yahua City, Shen Ye rolled with the wolf cub who rushed towards her as soon as she entered the door.

The cleaning octopus cleans the house neatly and keeps the dog's fur shiny. Now seeing the owners who haven't come home for half a year, they are so happy that they run around the yard, waving their small tentacles while cleaning the fallen dog hair. To early cherry blossoms.

Gulu Gulu, it makes a pleasant bubble sound, which is the aftereffect of being silenced by Shen Ye. Fortunately, the little octopus does not hold grudges.

Shen Ye only took a lunch break to relax, took a shower and had lunch, then comfortably got into the study and started to deal with work.

Outside the window, the sky is blue, the sea is blue, the clouds are white and the wind is clear, the yard is full of flowers and trees, green grass, the big dog is napping on the porch, and the little octopus is singing while watering the flowers...

All these beauties are healing Shen Ye, but he knows that he wants to heal more people.

Dr. Mayserve's laboratory is also located in the Alliance Academy of Sciences, not too far from Wu Song's place, so it is convenient for Shen Ye to run around.

For the NSAD virus, it has been confirmed that the original two types of interferon and glucoadenosine are ineffective in inhibiting the development of the disease, and the newly synthesized type II blocker has too many side effects. Stiffness is tantamount to gouging out flesh and cutting sores, drinking poison to quench thirst.

But trial and error on the road of scientific research is meaningful. Every success is based on countless failures. Everyone in Wu Song's team is not discouraged, encourages each other, and cooperates tacitly.

Shen Ye spends the whole day in the laboratory. In order to save time for repeated disinfection, he spends seven or eight hours once he enters, and often delays his lunch until after three o'clock in the afternoon before taking a quick bite.

After eating, write a diary and summary of the day, record the flash of inspiration, and draw up a work plan for the next day.

When the other members of the team were about to get off work, Shen Ye quickly packed up his things and trotted to Dr. Mei's laboratory.

In just ten minutes on the road, he wanted to clear the virus in his head and switch to the mental power channel.

Shen Ye was in front of Meserve, but he didn't relax freely with Wu Song. His brain was always tense, one end was led by the "Song Wu" project, and the other end was tied to his spine. Even his body couldn't help but hang up straight.

In fact, it's not that the doctor is so strict with him. On the contrary, she never criticizes others, and she doesn't even have a disappointed look in her eyes. Her face is always calm and indifferent.

Like a god who is high above and merciful to the common people.

That's right, that's the feeling, because I'm not at the same level, so I don't bother to care about mortals.

But those who fish in troubled waters or make weak contributions in the team will not be seen for a long time.

Every time someone is withdrawn, it is like a silent whip on the survivor's spine, driving them to burn the ointment and continue to move forward day and night.

Shen Ye was used to being alone when he was in Mu Xing. It is said that he is very insensitive to the team atmosphere, and he is not afraid of the elimination law of natural selection, but comparing the two, he has comprehended the subtleties of interpersonal relationships without a teacher.

Maybe it's because Dr. Mei is a "brother" with the lowest skills, and the posture of looking up is easy to be sensitive.

Or maybe, after staying with Bai Yang for a long time, the "mentally retarded" has been contaminated with some "wisdom", and he is more like a living person.

"Shen."

Shen Ye's back tightened, and he hurriedly suppressed the corners of his mouth that were raised because of the thought of Bai Yang, and stood up solemnly.

Dr. Methaway was calling him. He didn't hear much of this voice, but it left an inexplicable impression on him.

"Running the analysis program," Shen Ye explained, he didn't touch fish, at most he was a little sneaky.

The doctor actually smiled at him, that smile was as light as a reflection in a mirror, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"You don't have to keep staring at the program, you can have a cup of coffee and relax. Or, you come with me—"

Oh, Shen Ye followed the doctor, walked through the long corridor, and turned underground, where there was a newly built sound wave laboratory.

Shen Ye is not yet qualified to work, so he is a little curious about it.

"What do you know about sonic weapons?" asked the Doctor.

Ah, the exam started again.

Shen Ye answered earnestly: "There was research on 'infrasonic weapons' in the AD period. Infrasound waves can interfere with the nerves and organs of the human body, and cause dizziness, restlessness, mental confusion, or muscle spasms, blood vessel rupture, and internal organ damage through resonance at similar frequencies. , can lead to shock and death in severe cases..."

The doctor laughed again, this time it seemed that the grown-ups were satisfied with lowering their expectations when they heard the children recite the formulas for quick calculations fluently.

Shen Ye was depressed, he did not know much, especially compared with other professional researchers in the group, and for some reason, he always wanted to perform better in front of doctors.

The doctor picked his faults to show that he still has expectations for him. Now, no matter whether his foundation is too weak or his progress is too slow, she will not give up and patiently teach him.

This is really like going through the back door to gain qualifications. Someone has already talked about Shen Ye like this behind his back, and anyone who has been dismissed is more useful than him.

"Infrasound waves can indeed cause harm to the human body," said the doctor, "but the purpose of our research is to target alien life. The way they transmit information is biological waves. We need to find a way to destroy this transmission, which is equivalent to destroying the human body." Lose all the communication equipment of the Alien Army, and mankind will win without a fight."

That's right, Shen Ye thought, this is why he has the cheek to stay here.He wanted Bai Yang to defeat the enemy with one blow without bloodshed, and he wanted to help find the magic weapon to win.

"Then what method should be used to verify the effectiveness of the attack?"

The doctor pointed to the laboratory in front, which had a very unique shape, with a huge sound-making device at the head, connected to an experimental cabin of about [-] square meters, and an observation control room at the rear.

Standing in the observation room, you can see the structure of the experimental cabin through the monitoring screen, like a hemisphere buckled on the ground; the inner wall is honeycomb-shaped, covered with high-tech materials that absorb and attenuate sound waves; many gun/tube-like sound emitters The cylinder array is inlaid in the honeycomb pores, and the thickness is different, but they all point to the center of the circle.

When they entered, they just passed by several researchers who were changing shifts.

One of them didn't seem very comfortable, his feet were weak when he walked, and he was supported by someone. Shen Ye noticed that he was wiping his nosebleed while walking.

The doctor approached the console, called up the data, took a look, and shook his head.The experimenter standing by did not dare to vent his anger.

The doctor turned to look at Shen Ye, his eyes were as usual: "Do you want to go in and feel it?"

The tone seemed to be recommending a new tea break cake for him.

Do you feel the crit of Shengwu?Shen Ye thought of that person just now.

The damn desire to win and lose suddenly popped up, and he nodded, not wanting to be cowardly.

Shen Ye walked into the hemispherical experiment cabin, the hatch closed, and it was very quiet here, very, so quiet that it was frightening.

In fact, there is no absolutely silent moment in the living environment of human beings. The wind blows, the snow falls, the birds flap their wings, and the children next door cry...all the sound waves of [-] to [-] Hz can be captured by the human ear, even if the eyes are closed , humans are never alone.

At this moment, Shen Ye felt extremely quiet and extremely lonely, as if he was alone in the universe, listening to the sound of death.

In the observation room, Dr. Methaway pushed up a control button, paying attention to the state of Shen Ye on the monitor screen, everything was as usual.

So she pushed up two more spaces.

When she pushed the control button up for the seventh time, the experimenter's frightened expression seemed to explode, and his eyes repeatedly jumped between the doctor and the subject.

It seemed that if the doctor pushed again, he would knelt down and hugged her thigh, begging to be saved by the knife.

Fortunately, the doctor didn't move anymore, she seemed satisfied as expected, and let the person out of the experimental cabin.

"Come here first today, go back early and rest."

Shen Ye felt that the doctor looked at him with much gentler eyes, or he was hallucinated by the violent attack.

In fact, he didn't feel anything unusual, and even suspected that the doctor just let him in for a tour, and didn't turn it on at all.

Not long after finishing the analysis procedure, Bai Yang ended the meeting from the headquarters and came to pick up Shen Ye from get off work.

"There's no blood on your face, are you so tired?" Bai Yang hugged Shen Ye coquettishly, "I feel so distressed, why don't you choose one and do it alone, your body will not be able to bear the two projects."

Shen Ye leaned on Bai Yang's shoulder for a while, just about to say that she was fine, when suddenly her stomach churned.

He quickly patted the garbage bag in the car, turned his head and spat it out.

Bai Yang hurriedly took care of him and rinsed his mouth. Seeing him vomit with tears in his eyes, his heart ached even more: "Dr. Shen..."

"It's because the lunch was too oily. The fat smeared on the vegetables, and it made me a little sick when I ate it." Shen Ye found the objective reason.

Bai Yang squinted his eyes like a detective: "The fat has solidified, which means that the food has been cooled when you eat it. I guess you haven't eaten dinner yet. Oh, the reason why you didn't eat dinner must be because you ate lunch late. Lunch It was eaten late, so it must be cooled before eating."

Mutual confirmation, logical closed loop.

Shen Ye had nothing to say: "Are you twisting your tongue? It made me dizzy."

Back home, Bai Yang first cooked a bowl of shredded chicken mustard porridge for Shen Ye, and then dug out the timed voice reminder to heat up the lunch box that was modified in Muxing.

"Starting tomorrow, I'll bring you food~"

Shen Ye foresees his own large-scale death scene when the bell rings, and the porridge in his hand suddenly loses its fragrance: "No... don't you need it?"

"That's fine," Mr. Bai said beyond imagination, "Then I'll set aside an hour every day at noon to accompany you to have dinner. It will take 20 minutes each time you go back and forth, and the remaining 20 minutes for eating is enough, but you need to pay attention in advance." Go to the cafeteria and buy two portions. I used to eat for free at the headquarters, but now I have to pay for one person’s meals at home every day, and an extra electricity bill for the car. Oh, not only, but also dinner..."

Shen Ye quickly hugged the lunch box: "I'll bring the meal!" "If you work overtime, I'll take a photo of the background of 'Today's Recipe' for dinner and send it to you before eight o'clock!"

Bai Yang: "Before seven o'clock, if you go late, there will be no good food, and the school cafeteria is like that."

Shen Ye: "Deal!" "Can the lunch box beep... be more ordinary?"

Bai Yang: "Yes."

See, win-win negotiations exist. In addition, don’t believe that the other party doesn’t reply to your messages because they don’t have time. As long as they want to, even people can reply to you.

After Shen Ye ate, the discomfort subsided a lot, and he and Bai Yang walked the little wolf together for a while.

Tired of running, the little wolf lay down on the wooden porch and let the little octopus groom it.

Bai Yang and Shen Ye sat and chatted under the cherry blossom tree, the petals were falling down, like the rain of love condensed, the dark fragrance was intoxicating.

"The owner of that cross has been found," Bai Yang said. "The police recovered some traces of its early use. It belongs to a researcher named Da Vries. He used to work in the Alliance Academy of Sciences. His research direction is gene mutation."

"His resignation was very strange. The reason was long-term absenteeism and loss of contact. The resignation procedure was also handled through an announcement, and then he registered to work at the San Lefez Research Institute."

"The police have reason to suspect that he may have been coerced at the time, which may well explain why he has insisted on retaining evidence for many years."

Shen Ye also heard about the abduction of scholars by St. Le Facet, but the specificity of the news was even more shocking: "Is there any news about Professor Ning?"

Was Ning Zhe also held hostage by those people?What is their purpose in wanting him?

Bai Yang shook his head: "I don't dare to look for him blatantly. I'm afraid it will be a disservice to him and bring him danger instead. Some gossip, maybe the hive doesn't know that Professor Ning is hiding under their noses."

This is too thrilling!A cold sweat broke out on Shen Ye's back.

"There is one more thing you need to know," Bai Yang faced him with a serious expression, "We have analyzed some secret experiment participants from some emails collected by Fries, and one of the emails probably belongs to Dr. Methaway. Combined with the content of the email, she is most likely to be one of the leaders of the second phase of the 'God-making Project'."

Shen Ye's stomach twitched, and he said with difficulty: "Could it be a mistake?"

"I hope so," Bai Yang's expression snuffed out that glimmer of hope.