Any computer will crash, and users will probably take advantage of this time to make a cup of coffee or tea, rest on their legs, wait for a restart, and wait for the indifferent welcome of the Chus system to sound.
No one would take this as such an earth-shattering thing.
But the central computer in the depths of the charter bureau would not crash, and it had not been restarted for countless years, so on that day in the early autumn, when the huge two-dimensional light curtain underground suddenly turned black, and all the sub-processing workbenches fell into dead silence, the entire charter bureau was stupid.
The word silly is not enough to describe the scene and emotions at that time, from the director to the most basic data analyst, everyone looked at this darkness in amazement, listening to this silence, they felt like stars shining on the star circle of the capital forever, suddenly extinguished, and the billions of stars in the universe suddenly disappeared without a trace.
The federal central computer stopped working For the Federation and for human society, no one knows better than the staff of the Charter Bureau.
They knew that once they lost this central computer, the Empire could easily attack on a large scale, and even without the attack of the Imperial invaders at all, the vast Star Domain territory of the Federation would be torn apart because of the loss of the most powerful concentration force, and the entire human society would fall apart Without the brilliance of the Charter, no one dared to imagine what would become of mankind, and in the face of the sudden darkness and silence, more than a thousand employees of the Charter Bureau above and below the ground were silent, some with their hands clasped together, and some of the staff with female surnames even shed tears of horror and helplessness.
This kind of shocking accident made everyone's hearts almost unbearable, and they didn't know if the existence of the federal central computer, which they affectionately called the old thing, really reached the end of its life, or whether it was just a nap and would wake up immediately.
This is not like losing a parent, this is more sad than losing a family member, this is not a spring thunder shock, this is more powerful than thunder and lightning.
Fortunately, the central computer in the depths of the earth did not stop and feign death for not too long, and after 713221 seconds, a very small bright spot appeared in the center of the pitch-black wide two-dimensional light curtain.
Then this bright spot exploded suddenly, radiating countless thousands of blazing white lines, but in an instant, it illuminated the vast space underground, and it seemed that there were countless nebulae diffused in it to generate condensation and disillusionment, but this time period was too short to be distinguished with the naked eye, and even with the highest speed video control system, it could not be found.
After the light came tranquility, countless images from all corners of the Federation reappeared above the light curtain, countless messages flashing in a complex and incomprehensible mechanical language, but the lines of those sentences seemed to flicker faster than usual.
A mechanical, metallic voice rang out, "Upgraded." ” Other than that, it was business as usual, as if nothing had happened, as if nothing had happened for those seven seconds.
When the Central Computers of the Federation plunged into darkness, the people of the Charter Bureau thought that the whole world had collapsed, and when it returned to normal, they suddenly felt that this wonderful world was reborn.
In ancient pre-apocalyptic mythology, it seems that it took seven days for a certain creator to create this bizarre world, and it seems that it only took seven seconds for the gods in the hearts of the people of the Charter to re-establish the world in their hearts.
Seven seconds was too short, so that the shock, panic and despair on the faces of many staff members had just begun to ripple, and the tears in the eyes of many female staff had just flowed a distance, and the process was over, leaving their emotions suddenly in a state of indescribable emptiness.
The central computer under the Charter Bureau will indeed upgrade itself in the rules of the Charter, but the people who are alive in the Federation today have never witnessed this scene with their own eyes, and according to the manuals left behind, the upgrade of the Central Computer of the Federation takes an extremely long time, and the hardware and related supporting software are replaced smoothly, and no one has imagined that this old thing will take a nap so suddenly, scaring countless people stupidly, and then reopening their eyes, and indifferently announcing the success of the upgrade.
What kind of upgrade this is no one knows.
The accidental crash of the federal central computer, or the autonomous upgrade, was manually included in the second series of events, strictly confidential, except for the core staff within the Choral Bureau, for the time being, only President Pabur and Vice President Byron knew, and even the side of Parliament Hill did not know at all what kind of thrilling seven seconds the Chartist Bureau had spent.
It took a long time for the Charter Bureau to get rid of this shock and mixed feelings, but there was a certain doubt in everyone's hearts, and a shadow of unknown color kept drifting and drifting The old director and Cui Judong's eyes touched slightly, and they naturally separated, as if they didn't want to do further memories and analysis of those seven seconds.
As the two senior officials who have worked in the Charter Bureau for the longest time, and are also the two high-ranking officials with the highest authority and the most understanding of the central computer, in fact, in this life's boring and monotonous work, they have already developed a certain accurate understanding of the civilization level represented by the underground central computer, in fact, it has always been higher than the average civilization level of the federal society, and the wisdom crystallization left by the great five-member group for human society, just from the point of being able to upgrade independently, is something that the current scientific system cannot do.
Human civilization before the Holocaust has developed to a certain amazing extent, although for countless thousands of years, human beings have been constantly improving, constantly catching up, and in some aspects even surpassing their predecessors, but after all, in some core aspects, it has not been able to return to its former glory.
Director Tai stretched out his hand to list all the files about Xu Le on the light curtain at the top secret level, sat on the chair and sat silently for a long, long time, thinking of the People's Planning Commission under the Charter Bureau, thinking of those factories, I couldn't help but feel a certain feeling in my heart, after so many years, in fact, the Charter Bureau is still just the service staff of the old thing, they know the things they can know, but they can never understand the things that they are not capable of knowing.
Accompanied by a huge mechanical civilization crystallization like a vast star for a lifetime, and watching its supernatural ability with your own eyes, in such a strange organization as the Choral Bureau, many staff members will actually be subtly influenced by some kind of influence, they are not members of the Scientology sect, but somewhere in the deepest part of their hearts, they go against the scientific spirit they should hold, and are extremely superstitious.
They obsessively believed in and worshipped the central computer, and regarded the cold machine as the seat of the spirit of the Federation, as the last remnant of the great civilization of the past, and they felt infinite glory and pride in it as the service personnel who cared for this legacy.
This superstition comes from the worship of the level of wisdom that man can attain, from the dazzling deeds of the glorious charter over countless thousands of years, and from the principle that machinery will never fail.
The staff of the Chartist Bureau were superstitious about it, worshipped it, and believed it as family, so they called it: Old Thing.
The old director was no exception, he silently looked at the mechanical sentences that flashed quickly on the light curtain, and suddenly lost all interest in tracking down Xu Le's identity, since the old thing has always refused to determine the identity of this guy, there is always his own precise and irreversible logical reason.
There is an unwritten unspoken rule within the Charter Bureau, which does not seem to be in line with the spirit of the Charter, but it has penetrated into the hearts of every staff member of this reading institution for countless years, making them unable to resist and even less wanting to resist.
The rule is: one, old things never make mistakes.
Second, if the old thing makes a mistake, please refer to the first point.
"From the first day I entered the bureau, I was thinking about a problem" The old director gave up thinking, picked up the golf club from behind the chair, and said with emotion: "I don't know if the old thing has a life." ” When Cui Judong heard this, he felt a chill in his back, and even some pain from the cold.
In fact, this is probably the confusion that every employee who has worked in the Charter Bureau for a long time will have, because the central computer deep underground is too versatile, although there has been no expression of human emotion.
"When I was at the Seventh Research Institute, I studied this for my doctoral thesis."
After a moment of silence, Cui Judong said silently: "According to the core logic procedure of the old thing, and the charter law designed by the five-member team, if it really produces some kind of thinking pattern similar to carbon-based life, it will directly explode itself. ” As if feeling that this was still not enough to settle his heart that had been wavering, Cui Judong quickly added: "And from a philosophical point of view, this is something that doesn't make sense." ” "That's right."
The old director coughed lightly twice, opened his somewhat blank eyes, walked out of the office with a golf club, and said: "And what does this have to do with us, it will survive for millions or even hundreds of millions of years, but we will die after all." ” "I never doubt that even if the entire Federation is destroyed, the old thing will continue to exist until the end of this universe."
"In that case, where is the right for us to discuss its affairs?"
Probably only the employees of the Charter Bureau, who have served the central computer of the Federation all their lives, can talk about such things so easily, because their lives and even their breath are connected to the cold computing machine underground, and they have an innate sense of intimacy.
But if this conversation in the charter bureau office spreads, I don't know how much trouble it will cause.
In fact, Director Tai and Assistant Cui Judong only talked in general terms, they didn't have the ability to find out the problem of the seven seconds, and they didn't know about the sudden crash of the federal central computer, just because when they were investigating Xu Le's true identity, they encountered a logical problem that made it difficult, and at the same time, they came into contact with a wisp of the feeling that made it a little uncomfortable with the mechanical program.
Seven seconds froze, the central computer of the Federation restarted, and no one noticed the moment at the end of the countless lines of program statements after the restart, and the end of the last sentence was marked with a symbol representing a smiley face.
To be continued: