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On the other end of the phone, there were two coughs, and it took a long while before his father came around.
"An artificial intelligence research center? You're going to research AI next?" Ryan's father went straight to the crux of it.
"Not going to research it next. I've been researching it for a while now. I was just busy with the Crimson Typhoon business this whole time, so I never mentioned it to you," Ryan said.
"Alright." Ryan's father had long grown used to this sort of thing.
Worthy of being his son. Building a mech that enormous while still managing to spare some attention for researching AI.
"So tell me, what's the goal of this AI research center?"
What was the purpose of researching AI?
Ryan honestly hadn't thought about it.
For money?
With his current status and position, he had no need to care about that kind of paper.
For fame, then?
Mm, that one worked.
If he built an AI that permeated every aspect of human life and work, an AI that humans, having lost it, would find their work and lives greatly disrupted without, then his Summon Points would surely climb to another level.
And if this AI's wake word were set to "I believe Ryan is the greatest genius of this century," would the Summon Points be even higher?
Ryan shook his head and flung the thought out of his mind.
Better not. That would be far too embarrassing, and besides, the last company whose phone pulled a similar stunt had barely sold a handful of units.
He sorted out his thoughts. "Our goal is to build a pseudo-general artificial intelligence. It can act like a personal assistant, recording a person's work and life, and handling a portion of their affairs for them."
General artificial intelligence referred to AI that could think like a human and serve many purposes like a human.
"Hm? So you're saying we're going to make an AI assistant designed specifically for individuals?"
Although Ryan's father wasn't a professional, he knew how difficult the thing Ryan had just described was.
An AI that could assist a person's life and work would need an intelligence level practically on par with a real human. After all, every person's life and work were different, and only a real person could meet the wildly different life and work needs of every individual.
"Can technology like that even be realized?" Ryan's father threw out all his doubts.
Ryan knew his father had taken it the wrong way, and quickly said, "What I described isn't the one-on-one service you're imagining."
"In my vision, this is a one-to-many service."
"The pseudo-general AI I just mentioned will be a platform. A platform that aggregates many specialized AIs, where the AIs on it allocate their own computing power to provide different services for each user." Reaching this point, Ryan realized his father might not follow, and added a line. "A specialized AI is an AI dedicated to a single field. For example, the intelligence used to control a self-driving car counts as a specialized AI."
"I understand. Go on."
"On this general AI platform, many specialized AIs from different fields will be gathered together, their data interconnected, like different functions within the same piece of software. The user just needs to register an account on this software to use these functions."
Ryan explained it again in a more down-to-earth way. "For instance, say our user is an artist. At work, he can log into our platform and have the AI with image-processing ability serve him, maybe cutting out an image, maybe coloring a line drawing. The AI will remember his usage habits and help him finish the work quickly based on those past habits."
"After he gets off work, he uses our AI to drive home. He wants to listen to music, and our AI can make recommendations based on his request. He goes online wanting to learn some piece of information, and the AI can filter the search results according to his needs, leaving only the information he might want. Even if he wants to eat, the AI can make a dish to his taste in the automatic cooking machine."
Ryan took a sip of water. "Even if he eventually changes jobs and becomes a modeler, our platform has a specialized modeling AI that can assist with his work."
"And all these different AIs are coordinated by a single main AI. To the outside world, only that one AI's name is promoted. The user just needs to state their request, and the main AI will automatically coordinate and handle it."
On the other end, Ryan's father pondered for a moment, then started searching online on the spot.
"A fair number of the fields you mentioned already have people working in them. Can we out-compete them?"
Ryan wasn't the least bit flustered. "I already have a certain amount of results in hand. Surpassing the other AIs of the same type won't be a problem."
Hearing his son say so, Ryan's father naturally had no reason to doubt it, and nodded then and there. "Then I'll go ask my friends about the AI research center soon."
Transitioning from prosthetics to AI was a bit of a leap, but he trusted that his son would absolutely never lead him into a pit.
After hanging up, Ryan opened the system panel and continued hunting for treasure in MOSS's code.
He wasn't worried in the slightest about the potential competition ahead.
The AI architecture from the system, along with its many advanced algorithms, was his greatest advantage.
The super neural network algorithm the system had provided, for instance, could achieve unimaginable effects with an extremely low training volume and very little data.
Ryan made a simple comparison based on public information online.
The effects that other AIs in the industry needed hundreds of billions of algorithm model parameters and trillion-scale training sets, trained day and night, to achieve, took only one-tenth the resources when switched to this super algorithm, and it could do better than the other AIs on top of that.
After sufficient training, these AIs standing shoulder to shoulder with professionals in the same field wasn't an impossibility either.
As for whether the original MOSS had this function?
All Ryan could say was that he wasn't building MOSS. He was only using the advanced technology inside it.
And these advanced technologies, after deep development, would make achieving the effects he'd described earlier not especially difficult.
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The next day.
In the base, the enormous Crimson Typhoon was still undergoing maintenance in the hangar, with many parts and armor plates removed for inspection.
Patricia came over from her office to find him, and the two of them walked beneath the mech's feet.
"Now that Crimson Typhoon's construction is complete, do you have any plans to start a new project soon?"
In the past, Ryan would always hand over the proposal for another project before one was even finished. This time was an exception.
Ryan shook his head. "I'm planning to dig deeper into AI next. Researching it directly within Prism will be enough."
"It just so happens that everyone else on the project needs to digest Crimson Typhoon's technology too, so I'll rest a little. Call it a chance to unwind." Ryan laid out his plans.
Patricia smiled and shook her head. She knew it hadn't been easy for Ryan these past six months, with all sorts of things to keep him busy every day.
"Is there anywhere you need help?" she asked.
"No need. My father will handle this. Just leave it to him." Ryan declined her kind offer with a shake of his head.
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