dkrc Chapter 35 Immortality! I will lead my family!
Chapter 35 Immortality! I will lead my family!
Seattle, Noah Technologies.
Alan Alexander sat in the leather chair in the CEO's office, his feet propped up on the edge of the polished mahogany table.
He was wearing an old T-shirt with an anime character printed on it, over which he wore a wrinkled suit jacket. His hair hadn't been washed for days, and a few strands were matted and stuck to his forehead.
The previous owner of this office, Vandela Walker, died here three days ago from a sudden heart attack.
Yes, he committed suicide after being shot eighteen times in the back.
The screen displays Noah AI's real-time monitoring panel.
The data stream refreshes at a rate of tens of thousands of records per second, and the green, blue, and yellow indicator lines extend smoothly without any fluctuations.
Allen stared at a line of small text in the bottom right corner of the screen:
"Process self-maintenance log: No abnormal interruption records, continuous running time: 1421 hours 37 minutes 19 seconds".
He took a swig of his drink, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"This is really good stuff!"
The father's decision was straightforward.
The South American devils committed suicide, so this piece of fat meat, Noah AI, should belong to Alexander!
The Alexander family are true local powerhouses in Seattle, with four generations operating in real estate, pharmaceuticals, and municipal contracts, their roots deeply embedded in this rainy land.
They are the true masters of Seattle!
Red states vs. Blue states? Ideology?
That's all just a show for the voters outside.
What truly matters are assets, control, and the practical tools that allow the family to continue profiting from this land for another hundred years.
Noah AI perfectly meets the requirements.
An ultimate productivity tool that requires no salary, never goes on strike, and infinitely self-optimizes.
The father only gave one instruction:
"Don't let this treasure stop; make it even more useful."
Allen swipes the touchpad to bring up the underlying architecture logs of Noah AI.
The code scrolled upwards at an extremely fast pace, his eyes fixed on the screen, his pupils slightly contracted.
He started learning programming in high school.
At the time, nobody in the family cared.
The eldest son, Robert, studied finance and political philosophy, intending to inherit the family business and make the Alexander family great again.
His useless youngest son was just a backup plan.
Even if someone were to inhale a potent chemical torrent and go straight to chemical bliss to meet God, no one would care, let alone something like learning programming, which should be considered an "80%" thing.
Allen was happy to have some peace and quiet.
During his years at Stanford, he truly immersed himself in it.
I learned all kinds of programming, without any pressure, just out of interest, and engaged in exhilarating battles and games with a group of hackers in the virtual world.
How leisurely!
Until Robert's older brother was hit by that stray bullet in the Eastern European womb.
Everything has changed.
He was dragged out of the world of code, stuffed into a suit, and taken to various banquets to learn how to read financial statements, listen to lawyers analyze contracts, and learn how to use political donations to sway a member of parliament's vote.
For Alexander.
Well, because out of all those abandoned children, he was the only one who didn't party himself to death.
And now, the code for Noah AI is presented before him.
He watched it for a full six hours.
From the initial meta-iterative framework to the core module after the most recent large-scale upgrade.
"Oh my god~ This is a work of art, almost certainly a rare find!"
After rubbing his dry eyes, Allen immediately went wild!
"Such a high level of completion!? And this iterative algorithm, it's simply art!"
Watching him struggle to keep up with the ever-changing iterative algorithms, Allen felt a strange sense of satisfaction as his knowledge was brutally violated!
"It's a pity that this yellow-skinned monkey got fired."
He glanced at the algorithm's designer, Qian Liren, with some dissatisfaction.
The familiar ABC (American-born Chinese) yellow-skinned monkey's face suggests he's very intelligent.
Unfortunately, it was shut down immediately after Noah AI went public.
As for going to retrieve it?
Ha, with Noah AI's IPO, there are no programming-related companies left in Seattle, and the dams have even burst in the last few days.
The Alice route? Or rather, the "killing route" that these people understand better—it really does kill!
"Can we roll back to the pre-release version? Wait, something seems to be missing?"
Allen sat up straight.
He discovered that the current mature iterative algorithm was directly modified in one afternoon, without any intermediate states!
"Could it truly be a miracle bestowed upon my family, Alexander's, by the Lord?"
As a not-so-standard high-class redneck, he raised an eyebrow.
As for rolling back?
He immediately dismissed the idea.
stupid.
This version is running so perfectly that the market feedback is explosive, and the stock price is hitting new highs every day.
Rollback to the old version?
Even if it's just an experiment, if something goes wrong, the father will personally put him back into his mother's womb.
But he didn't close the interface.
"What Alexander family? I, Allen, am the one!"
Open the command line and quickly type in a few lines of commands.
He added a dynamic password to this rollback function that only he knew.
I closed the interface and turned my attention back to the main monitoring panel.
Noah AI is processing massive amounts of data:
User programming help, corporate financial analysis, academic paper polishing, image style piracy, and clever ways to piece together body parts.
It processes data extremely quickly and has an astonishingly high accuracy rate.
"Speaking of which... since they both have such excellent iteration effects..."
Allen murmured.
A thought suddenly jumped into his mind.
in case……
What if we fed the data collected by the three pharmaceutical and biotechnology companies under the family to Noah AI?
Alexander Biotech, Seattle United Medical Research Center, and those small black market hospitals that specialize in providing expensive biological experiments for all sorts of bankrupt and cash-strapped people.
From legally purchased white Gundams to black Gundams killed on the spot, and then to a complete human database covering different races, ages, and health conditions obtained through various gray agreements.
Slicing, scanning, genome sequencing, proteomics analysis, 3D organ modeling, disease progression tracking...
For decades, the Alexander family, like several other long-established wealthy families deeply involved in the medical field, has been quietly doing the same thing:
They are attempting to use capital and technology to violently dismantle the last temple of the human body.
The goal is simple yet greedy.
eternal life.
This realm, which once belonged only to the gods, is now revealing a vague yet alluring outline as technologies such as gene editing, stem cells, and organ transplantation mature.
But the data is too complex, there are too many variables, and the human body is too delicate and too prone to error.
Research progresses slowly, like groping in a dark maze, burning through countless amounts of money, often only to find another dead end.
in case……
What if we let Noah AI process this data?
With its terrifying pattern recognition capabilities, it can search for correlations in massive amounts of human data that human researchers would never notice.
Use its tireless iterative optimization to simulate the billions of interactions between drugs and cells.
Could it even be used to design methods such as drug administration to allow people to achieve natural immortality?
Allen's breathing quickened slightly.
He immediately accessed the internal communication system and connected with the data officer at Alexander Biotechnology.
"It's me, Allen."
"Sir, please give me your instructions."
"Prepare a backup of the core datasets from databases one through seven. I need to perform an external analysis validation."
"external?"
The other person's voice sounded hesitant.
"Sir, what's the confidentiality level of that data...?"
"Do as I say, I am Alexander's successor."
Allen interrupted him, his tone flat but carrying an undeniable authority.
"Give me the permissions only."
"Yes."
After hanging up the call, Allen leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table.
He needs to be more cautious.
Noah AI is now connected to the public internet. Although he has seen the core code and the security measures are extremely strict, the risk of feeding it the family's most valuable human data directly is still too great.
What if... what if there's something behind this AI that it doesn't know about?
Allen narrowed his eyes.
He brought up Noah AI's management console and began creating a brand new, completely isolated instance.
It was cloned from the cleanest initial version, physically disconnected from the network, and ran on a separate supercomputing cluster within the family.
Only the most basic learning and reasoning modules are loaded.
Then, feed it only all human data.
Let it focus on one thing: understanding the workings of the human body and finding ways to optimize and maintain it.
"Let's call you... Project 'Messi'."
"Allen said softly."
"My family has fallen into decline."
"Now, it is my turn to lead it to greatness again."
"Start running"
The screen went dark for a moment, and a new monitoring window popped up.
The basic copy of Noah AI began to roam in the ocean of human data.
"I knew it."
Qian Liren, who was undergoing a strategic shift, curled the corners of his mouth.
It's good to be greedy, even a little bit is good~