Chapter 815 Analysis of STC
After completing a series of preparations, Dietrian leaned forward so that the mirrors he had placed on the table could clearly illuminate the socket on his skull. Chu.
Every move he made was so careful. He peeled off the plastic patch with his left hand and pushed back the intellectual core with quick and steady movements.
This step is the most important.
The electrical notch hissed in his head, and the click of it sliding into place echoed in the bones behind his nose.
"Omnisiah bless—"
Using the edge of a fingernail, he pressed the reset switch, which was hidden beneath the black and white mechanical work that decorated the top of the core.
Next, either he will be rewarded with a greater capacity for knowledge, or his brain will be thoroughly cooked from the inside out.
Soon,
red diode cavities lit up around the edges of the core.
After they formed a circle, they flickered and turned green.
Dietrian relaxed and grinned when he realized that his skin had tightened up unconsciously. At this time, the intellectual core was once again interconnected with his brain, transmitting useful readings. added to his vision.
[Storage capacity reading shows 25%]
“It has doubled, good!”
Dietrian clapped his hands gently , and then frowned.
He had no time to pack his tools and didn't even glance at them as he got up and left the room.
A stack of sacred stc templates were waiting for him to analyze, and
he was already late.
Before he reached his destination, the display panel on his shoulder lit up -
"Dietrian, where are you?"
Loken's face appeared on the floating image screen, which was filled with blue shadows and merged with a large number of image writing lines.
This instrument is made of semi-active light-emitting diodes whose chemical components are collected from deep-sea bacteria, so the picture will appear blue.
“I’m here.”
After passing several layers of security inspections, Dietrian strode into the technical hall.
This is a fifth-floor room with a huge, semicircular window in front of it, overlooking the scenery outside the monastery fortress.
On the left side of its field of vision, a large ground radar can be seen. It is like a flat, steel mirror, reflecting the glow of distant stars. The cable tube extending from the radar and restraining it is like a A shining silver needle.
Each floor of this room is filled with control panels for protective automatons, and each is generously equipped with imaging equipment that emits the same, intense light at this moment.
In the hall, Loken, Faya, and biological technician Jiminy Ford are already waiting.
"Sorry, I'm one minute and thirty-two seconds late."
Dietrian hurried up the stairs to the third floor and quickly sat into the uncomfortable chair.
A three-dimensional pattern woven by light suddenly appeared around him, and a miniature all-stone ring bounced in front of him.
As the table felt his presence, the status readings of the huge stc memory were also activated one after another.
While the machine was blessing autonomously, the prayers of the servitors were also muttered from their speakers.
These stc memories are colored red, and their outer surfaces are rendered translucent to reveal the conditions of the secondary systems beneath them. And the brainwave scanner used to connect was glowing with an unsettling orange glow.
Dietrian checked it some more, then pulled out a steel-sheathed communications cable and plugged it into a socket behind his ear.
All was well, except that the spring's retractor was wound too tightly and the cable pulled annoyingly on the side of his head, forcing his neck into an uncomfortable position.
But now is not the time to worry about comfort. He divided his consciousness and distributed it among several consoles.
With the help of his outstanding intellectual core, the vision of the eye in his mind is broken down into several quadrants. The top part of his vision field is occupied by a large number of status readings, and the lower half is occupied by a large number of status readings. is divided into three image fields, each of which displays readings from one of the memory banks.
“Be prepared.”
Loken half-sung the words, and a stream of data-rich binary accompanied them.
Then, the four aimless servitors began to sing the hymn of the data flood. Under a silent command from Dietrian, the other two servitors added their rich voices to the singing. They recite the poem of the security key.
The real world recedes, long words rolling past one side of Dietrian's field of vision, while the back-and-forth exchanges between the other Tech-Priests are rendered into bright green text and a rapid, steady stream of The galloping running of zeros and ones of binary language.
Soon, a larger text panel flashed across his consciousness.
it stated, asking Dietrian to confirm receipt.
Electrical pulses ran continuously, from the organic pathways of his brain to the nanowires grafted on his nervous system, and then out into the machinery, confirming that he had received the message.
It’s true, Wan Jishen created a miracle.
The biggest difficulty in parsing stc templates is that the programming language and recording mode used by ancient humans are different from all the program structures known to the Mechanicus today. The same, so pure mechanical analysis is useless, there must be a "translator" role.
To put it simply, it is to arrange those ancient data into a structure that the data instrument can analyze, and to correct some of the unrecognizable readings.
This is a difficult and extremely risky project. Ancient human data methods had very low redundancy and tight structure, which means that the data flow per second may be ten times that of existing Mechanicism programs. Times or even a hundred times.
During this process, Dietrian's brain will immediately boil if there is a bad move.
Therefore, this kind of work often requires several sage-level technicians to operate at the same time.
But Dietrian thinks very highly of himself. He does not think that he is inferior to any technical sage, even though he has never really entered the orthodox Mechanicus system.
"Well——"
With a slight sting, Dietrian's world was involved in an infinite data torrent, and the stc memory also began to hum.
"Praise be to the Mechanicus, to His messenger Omnisiah, to the prime mover He has transferred among us."
All the servitors and members of the Mechanicum began to praise .
But Dietrian had no time to think about anything else. His split vision swayed back and forth, and the images divided into three parts became diverse.
If he wasn't paying attention, the conflicting inputs would make him want to vomit.
Subsequently, he issued an analysis command, and the data flow ushered in a brief burst, but he could still bear it. The ancient data began to turn into something that could be analyzed by the instrument under the high-speed operation of his intelligent core. binary code.
During this process, Dietrian also had to pay attention to the temperature indicator from time to time.
Suddenly, Dietrian's nervous thoughts were suddenly refocused by the sound of an alarm bell.
The artificially synthesized sounds were loaded directly into the language center of his brain.
The grid shows that the originally smooth data flow suddenly began to fluctuate. This is what Dietrian is most worried about, which means that the data is likely to be encrypted.
(End of this chapter)