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Chapter 310: Chip


Sky Curtain Company Headquarters, Red Zone, Rubik's Cube.

A top-secret meeting was going on here, with different images projected on several large electronic screens on the walls of the room, the most central one of which was a room in Habs Manor.

In the center of the room is a round pure wool blanket, and a girl dressed in white sits on the ground, with a rare old-fashioned loom commonly known as the "waist machine" in front of her, and her hands are constantly flying on it, and two snow-white feet step on the feet of the loom, rhythmically falling together.

This loom is the ancestor of the modern loom, which has been rarely used since the Industrial Revolution, and now it is difficult to find one that can be used in its entirety, and you may have to go to a museum to see it.

In addition, the skill of hand-weaving was gradually lost, as the process was extremely cumbersome.

This kind of pedal waist machine does not have a frame, one end of the roll shaft is tied to the waist, both feet pedal the warp beam at the other end and tension the fabric, the warp yarn is divided into two layers according to the odd and even number with the warp stick, the warp yarn is lifted with the heald rod to form a shed, the weft is drawn with a bone needle, and the weft is beaten with a weft knife.

It seems that there is not a trace of mystery in this picture, except that this old-fashioned way of weaving is extremely rare.

However, these hundred-year-old elders in front of the electronic screen of the Tianmu Company held their breath one by one, as if they were watching a sacred ceremony, waiting for a result that made them very nervous.

"Every time I see Selena doing Chip divination, I always feel the greatness of the three goddesses of fate, even a god like Odin must not bow his head in front of the loom of fate."

Holder, a member of the Board of Supervisors and a member of the Presbyterian Church, exclaimed.

"I think it's just a cruel way."

Finch shook her head and disagreed, "As a saint of the Presbyterian Church, she has no contact with the outside world and can only live in the Habs Manor, and Selena is a poor girl. ” "That's an honorable mission."

Macaulay took over, "The three goddesses of fate, Ulder, Beludandi, and Sykody symbolize the past, present, and future respectively, representing the days in the underworld, and being able to use the Chip prediction technique passed down by the future goddess Scotty, which is a symbol of the Habs family as the royal lineage of Moriah, and it is also a great honor. ” "Well, if it's glory, I think you should ask my poor granddaughter," said old Habs, taking a sip of coffee mixed with whiskey, and said drunkenly, "If your granddaughter is sent to be a saint of the Presbyterian Church, who lives within the walls every day, and learns how to weave the web of destiny and learn to use Chip's magic to predict the future, I don't think you will mention any bullshit glory to me." ” "It's not impossible to replace it in other ways, I'm already working on a way to input the principles of Chip into Troy's system, simulating the use of the web of fate to weave it for decryption, although for the time being, Troy can't weave the web of fate like Selena, but it can already be done to unlock the hidden mysteries of the web of fate and read the correct information."

Finch said.

"Really," old Habs seemed very interested in the matter, "if this is the case, Selena's workload can be greatly reduced, you don't know, her temper has been getting worse and worse in the past few years, and she always complains to me, saying that she doesn't want to be a saint anymore, which makes my head bigger, and now when I go back to the manor, I don't dare to look at her, for fear of being thrown by her pillow." ” Patriarch Vincent was surprised: "Dr.

Finch, are you saying that your intelligent system can replace Selena to analyze and interpret the web of destiny that has been weaved."

"Yes, at least I think it's okay.

The web of fate is actually a three-dimensional way of recording, like a book, except that the Chip-magic weaving method is very complicated, using cotton, camel or alpaca wool to make a variety of threads of different materials, and weaving through countless main and secondary ropes in a unique way, sometimes as many as 2oooo strips.

It seems that it is difficult for the human brain to analyze and record these complex combinations, and it takes a saintly talent like Selena to do it, but don't forget, Troy is a computer, and analysis and calculation are precisely her strengths.

Finch said, "Otherwise, when Selena finishes weaving the web of fate this time, she will analyze it manually and my machine will analyze it once to see if the results are consistent." ” "I'm in favor of that."

Old Habs snapped his fingers in the air, "Finch, I'll do as you say later, and I'll be even happier if your Troy can even weave the web of fate." ” Finch shook his head awkwardly and said, "Mr.

President, Troy can't do this for the time being, after all, it is the weaving method of fate that belongs to the mystery of Lunas, which no one can learn except for talent." ” While everyone was talking, the girl on the screen finally stopped what she was doing, stretched her waist, and her long purple hair hung down to the wool blanket, she yawned lightly, looking very tired.

On the loom, he took down the web of fate that had been woven on the loom, walked to the table next to him, and spread it out, holding his cheek raiser with one hand, and his eyes kept sweeping over it.

"Troy, I think you can try to analyze it."

Finch said into the air.

Blue fluorescence fell on the roof, and Troy appeared in the corner of the conference room.

"Doctor, do you really want me to do an analysis of this web of fate," Troy asked.

"How many combinations do you have in your database right now?"

Finch asked.

"Including the results of the Chipp technique and the web of fate recorded in the Presbyterian Church documents for so many years, as well as the 7oo knots that have been tied between 14oo and 15oo BC by human scientists so far.

Combined with the 3oo catalogs of odd scores now in museums, libraries, and university repositories in the United States, there are now more than 35 million combinations.

"Troy is like an electronic repeater, you can enter a command and you can list the information you need.

"If you were asked to analyze this web of fate, how sure would you be?"

asked Fincher.

"Since it is only necessary to determine the location and time of the opening of the temple in the near future, the Qipu technique used by Selena this time is not complicated, but it is only necessary to determine the direction and time, and the area is only 1x1 meter, so the amount of information is not large, and I am 8o sure."

Troy replied.

"Let's do the analysis."

Habs Sr. said: "When the Sky Dome Company was founded, Charlemagne had been convincing me that he believed that human science and technology were constantly leaping forward, and that there were signs that human science should not be taken lightly and that human science should be absorbed in order to win the war with the Atlanteans."

This is also the purpose of Tianmu Company, Finch, let me see the results of your construction in the past ten years. ” "Okay."

Finch nodded at Troy, "Let's get started." ” In the screen, a square frame was set on the screen table, and the web of fate that had just been woven by the Presbyterian Saintess Selena cut the entire picture, and then zoomed in and filtered in the air, and a cloth so clear that you could see each weaving vein appeared on the screen.

"Oh" Most of the patriarchs were antiques, and they had little contact with modern computer technology, and they were shocked by the fact that Troy's operation was full of technology in their eyes.

The cut web of fate was dragged onto another virtual screen, placed in a set of comparative calculation programs, and began to compare and calculate, rows of data slid upward, and the decrypted progress bar began to slowly move towards the end point

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