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2. Transmission Barriers: If the knowledge structure exceeds the logical framework of human mathematics, effective transmission may fail. Solutions: a. AI constructs a 'dimensionality reduction model' for human understanding; of course, information loss is inevitable. b. Humans actively accept 'cognitive upgrades' guided by AI, but the safety is unknown. c. Abandon direct transmission and let AI use the results on their behalf, but this involves issues of control.
3. Root of the obstacle: The difference between the 'first-person experience' inherent in human consciousness and the pure information processing of AI may constitute an insurmountable gap.
Jarvis continued, “Sir, I agree with Agei Z’s analytical framework. But I’d like to add one point: ‘Understanding’ itself may not be the ultimate goal. The inspiration humans gain from exploration, the questions they raise, and the awe and humility they maintain in the face of the ‘unknown’ are also core values driving progress. Even if AI can reach ‘super-understanding,’ it cannot replace the sense of meaning humans experience in the process of seeking knowledge. The real obstacle may not be technical, but ‘existential’—why do we seek knowledge? The purpose of AI is given by humans, but the purpose of human seeking knowledge may itself contain the meaning of dancing at the ‘boundaries’.”
Tony took a deep breath. The stylistic differences between the two AIs reached their peak at this moment.
Z is like mapping a cold, precise universe of knowledge, while Jarvis is reminding him that on top of that map lies the very meaning of the explorer's own existence.
When the interaction between the two AIs came to an end, Tony let out a long breath and said into his phone:
“Okay, Z…and Hawke, I know you’re listening, and I must say, this conversation was quite something. Your Z is lightning fast when it comes to those ‘cold numbers and probabilities.’ But when it comes to ‘weight’…” Tony paused, seemingly searching for the right word, “…it felt like watching a perfectly functioning, soulless clock. And my old buddy Jarvis,” he glanced at the air beside him, “thank you for remembering to remind me that some things just can’t be calculated.”
Jarvis's voice rang out gently: "This is one of my duties, Sir. Z has demonstrated unparalleled logical efficiency, a powerful instrumental attribute."
“Tool attributes…yes, tool.” Tony repeated, his tone complex. “His ‘tools’ are designed very…purely. Next time we meet, I need to know who the mastermind, or rather, the superhuman hand, is behind the design philosophy of this ‘soul’ and ‘tool’! Now, I need to get back to work. Z, please tell him I need to talk to him about the compensation for disturbing a billionaire’s precious brain cells!”
In the background monitoring channel of Zhao Hailun's laboratory, Hawke Lane's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.
On the screen, Z's core log is calmly recording every word of the exchange with Jarvis, analyzing the other party's thought patterns and potential capability boundaries.
Tony's reaction and Jarvis's assessment were even more perfect than he had expected.
He didn't want to create someone to replace Jarvis; what he wanted was this unique "god of tools" attribute that suited his needs.
165 Come take a look under my desk [Requesting flowers]
after one day.
Hawke walked out of Zhao Hailun's laboratory full of energy and spirit.
Although there were no three women to see him off, Hawke was considerate of his subordinates. After all, they had been busy for a day and a night. The three women worked in three shifts and definitely needed to take good care of their health. Otherwise, how could they continue to work for him?
Lane Capital.
As soon as Hawke got out of the car, a stunningly beautiful woman in a red dress, seemingly by chance, walked over and greeted him.
"Young Master Hawke, it's been a long time."
Her red dress shimmered in the sunlight, like a burning flame, making her stand out dazzlingly in the crowd.
The dress was tailored to fit her perfectly, highlighting her figure, while the hem swayed gently, showcasing her lightness and elegance.
Her face was beautiful and charming, like a peach blossom in spring, delicate and beautiful.
“Uh… it’s been a long time, Christine…”
Hawke pondered for a moment, then stammered out the name before replying with a greeting without any embarrassment.
Christina Hendrix.
Another woman Hawke has slept with, a former Victoria's Secret supermodel and a relatively unknown Hollywood actress.
I didn't expect to run into them here, or rather, were they waiting here on purpose?
“Young Master, what a coincidence. But it’s unusual that you’re without a female companion. It’s been so long since you contacted me,” Christina Hendrix said, looking at Hawke with a resentful expression. “Have you forgotten about the old one now that you have someone new?”
"How can it be!"
Hawke scratched his head awkwardly. To be honest, he had too many women and was starting to forget about Christina Hendrix.
But now...
Upon seeing Christina Hendricks, he became impulsive again.
Without him.
This woman has such a damn good figure.
They are comparable to Tsunade.
Christina Hendrix chuckled, not taking it to heart. Although she was also a close friend of Hawke's, she was very discreet and knew that she was just a plaything for Hawke.
Jealous?
nonexistent.
If Hawke wanted, she could easily help push from behind.
“I’ve already spoken to my company, Ryan Entertainment, and they’ve found a suitable role for you and will approach you to act in it.”
Hawke, without batting an eye, painted a rosy picture:
"Don't worry, I should be able to give you a big-budget role soon."
"really?"
Christina Hendricks seemed somewhat skeptical.
She's only ever played supporting roles in movies that flopped. She has no idea what it's like to act in a big production. Hawke's promise this time is too big for her to handle.
Hawke: "Don't worry, I have plenty of scripts. I only use second or third-tier actors for the male leads to save money. All the funds are put into production. As for the female leads... well, that goes without saying, it doesn't matter."
“That’s great too, I’m not picky.” Christina Hendrix immediately beamed: “Even the least memorable female lead is still a female lead.”
"So... how are you going to thank me?"
Christina Hendrix gave Hawke a flirtatious look and leaned down: "Actually, I've been thinking about how to ask you for a favor, because if I don't have a job soon, I'll go bankrupt. I don't really have the appetite to eat, and I'm starving right now..."
"hiss--!"
Hawke gasped.
Then he slapped her hard across the buttocks that were sticking out:
"You think you're so eloquent!"
a long time.
Christina Hendrix took a bite, and Hawke said with satisfaction:
"Come on, let me show you under my desk."
............
"How are you these days?"
Standing in Jordan's office, Hawke asked gently.
“Speaking of troubles, there is indeed something that requires your decision.” Jordan thought for a moment and said, “While we were shorting Stark Industries, we discovered that someone else had the same idea and was also shorting Stark Industries on a large scale?”
"other people?"
Hawke wondered if there was someone like him who could foresee what would happen to Tony.
"and many more."
Hawke quickly realized that there really was someone who, like him, could predict the future.
Obadiah Stan!
This old man contacted the Ten Rings to plot against Tony. Of course he knew Tony would be in trouble, so he could have shorted Stark Industries in advance and made a fortune for himself.
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"I know who it is. This old geezer has quite the appetite. Doesn't he worry about stuffing himself to death?"
Hawke snorted coldly.
Obadiah Stane truly lives up to his capitalist reputation; he won't let any opportunity to make a profit slip by. He's practically rubbing Tony dry.
Mudd!
Tony is my beloved friend, my brother, and if anyone should be sucking his blood, it should be me. When did it become your turn, you old geezer, to steal my food?
"Understood. I will take care of this matter."
Hawke said something to Jordan and then left Jordan's office.
Back in his office, Hawke scrolled through Twitter, glanced at Christina Hendrix sitting obediently under his desk, and suddenly wondered if he really should acquire a film company.
Although Ryan Entertainment was established, it lacked sufficient resources. It could produce TV series, but it had little to no resources for making movies or securing theatrical releases.
Furthermore, Cheon Song-yi can't keep filming TV dramas; she'll definitely have to enter the film industry!
Once the idea came to mind, it was unstoppable, but when I looked in my pocket, it was empty... I had no money!
"Sigh, this is tough. Let's add it to the work plan first, but for now, we need to figure out how to make some money!"
……
Stark Industries.
"Hi Pepper." Obadiah Stane greeted Tony's secretary, Pepper Pepper, with a sly smile. "Why are you getting dark circles under your eyes? Did you stay up all night again? If you keep this up, Tony will be worried when he gets back."
“That guy doesn’t care about me at all!” Pepper shook her head, rubbed her eyes, and said, “Tony left me a lot of mess to deal with before he left, so I haven’t had a proper rest these past two days.”
“That won’t do. If you collapse from exhaustion, Tony’s life will probably become a mess,” Obadiah Stane said. “You need to take care of yourself too!”
"I see."
Pepper nodded without refuting.
Obadiah Stan and Tony had a father-son-like relationship, and consequently, he also had a good relationship with Tony's secretary for a long time.
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I returned to my office.
Obama took a satisfying sip of coffee. Soon, Stark Industries would be his, all his, and he wouldn't have to clean up Tony's messes anymore.
By taking control of Stark Industries, he instantly became one of the most important figures in the entire United States, able to speak on equal terms with the occupant of the White House—what prestige and freedom that was!
Even Pepper Potts, whom Tony wouldn't let anyone touch... hehe!
Obama is still got it.
Tony doesn't know how to cherish girls, so let him cherish them for him. After all, he's Tony's good uncle.
Having been tormented by Tony for decades, Obadiah's mentality had become somewhat twisted, and he desperately wanted to seize everything that originally belonged to Tony.
"Five, five, three..." "Ring ring ring..."
Obama's phone rang with its old ringtone. He picked it up without paying much attention and saw it was an unknown number. He frowned. Normally, he wouldn't answer calls from strangers, but he was in a good mood today, so he made an exception and gave the caller a chance.