Filter out.
These two words are very common in reports. Among the massive amounts of data that Skynet processes every day, there will always be equipment failures, natural interference, or simply "invalid information" that the system cannot understand. Filtering is standard procedure.
But he looked at the smoothed curve and the fleeting peak of agitation, and suddenly clicked on the detailed spectrum analysis.
The waveform is amplified. It was not a messy noise, it had a structure - first there was a sharp climb, like extreme pain; then there was a cliff-like drop, like something was broken; and finally there was a subtle, continuous low-frequency tremor, which was... Despair.
Pure, unadulterated despair.
Gongshubai came over and said, "Huh? This waveform is a bit interesting, like..."
"Like what?"
"It's like... The last explosion before death." The old craftsman scratched his head. "I have measured the heartbeat of dying people before. Sometimes it would be like this. They would try their best to jump for the last time, and then..."
He didn't go on.
Ying Zhao closed the analysis interface in silence. The data flow returned to normal, and the abnormal record disappeared among hundreds of millions of messages, as if it had never existed.
He continued working late into the night.
