From Pittman's attitude, Belltila realized that the "synthetic brain" technology he created seemed to be more important than he expected - the "extraterritorial wanderer" who always thinks one step more than others seemed to see some broader development prospects from this technology, or...has arranged some future application for it.

"Can I ask?" she thought for a while and couldn't help asking curiously, "What are you going to do with these 'brains'? It should not just be to expand the scale of the psychic singers and create more mental assistive devices?"

Pitman looked at Belltila silently, and after thinking for a moment, he asked with a smile: "Have you ever seen those rumbling factories?"

"Factory?" Belltila was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Of course--although I can't move now, there are many factories in the entire Solin area itself. I have seen factories that produce clothing and metal containers, factories that deal with sewage and recycle sludge monsters...those machines are impressive."

"Yes, impressive, but maybe they can be more impressive," Pittman raised his eyebrows. "The machines are powerful and efficient, but they can still do too little and too rough compared to the agile craftsmen. As a Gondorian, you should know how the magic workshops worked more than seven hundred years ago..."

"You are going to let the machines... learn to think?" Belltila finally understood what Pitman meant, and her eyes suddenly opened, "Use those synthetic brains?"

"Not only that, we may even let the factory learn to think," Pittman nodded. "Imagine a scenario where our factory is a huge steel beast, and this steel beast has a mind, and is immersed in the thinking device in the center of the factory with a loyal wet piece host. Its nerve fibers spread along the pipes in the workshop. Each machine is its ending. All gears and levers are now agile. They do fine things like the fingers of craftsmen. Workers and technicians only need to be responsible for issuing instructions and designing more advanced workflows..."

Belltila didn't speak for a few seconds. She thought that if she had a heart, the heart might have stopped for a while. She admitted that she was attracted by the scene described by Pittman, but she felt an inexplicable... vigilance. Finally, she shook her head and stared at the eyes of the chief druid of the empire in front of her: "Why didn't I know that you have such a subtle foundation in wording and sentence making?"

"Because these words are said by His Majesty, I will be responsible for memorizing them," Pittman admitted without caring. "He had conceived an amazing way of production... but then again, he also emphasized the disturbing parts behind this technology, such as whether these brains will lose control, whether they will produce their own 'thoughts', such as the role of humans in factories... You are also a technician, and after the age of Gondor, you should understand what Your Majesty is worried about."

"Indeed, I can understand - and fortunately he was already worried about this, and his concern made me relieved," said Belltila, while exhaling like a human. "What should I say... the future you just described even made me feel a little nervous... When I imagined that the factories and machines actually began to think, the tension was even more intense."

Then she paused, as if thinking, and then continued: "But fortunately, we don't have to be so nervous. At this stage, the synthetic brain I created does not have the conditions to generate 'self-consciousness' in terms of physiological structure. It is an auxiliary computing organ that can quickly summarize huge data and undertake some work to transmit consciousness signals. However, in essence, its neural nodes cannot independently think about complex problems, so unless we reset all the structures of the synthetic brain, we don't have to worry that these brains will suddenly become stimulated and will lose control.

"On the other hand, it is precisely because these brains can only perform computational tasks and execute simple commands. If they are really used to control machines, they can only do preset things and perform repetitive operations with low complexity. So we don't have to worry about the collective unemployment of humans in the factory... but it is certain that there is a decrease in jobs."

"Your Majesty is actually worried about not just human unemployment, but in fact this is not even an important issue," Pittman shook his head. "In fact, the biggest problem in factories everywhere is that there is a shortage of workers. Even if more than half of the machines will have the ability to run automatically in the future, the job gap will still be huge and scary... But this is not what we are going to discuss today.

"Anyway, since the situation is as you said, I'm personally relieved."

Belltila looked up and down at Pittman, thinking, and said thoughtfully: "Since we talked about this topic of 'let the machine think', I still have some of my own opinions..."

"You said," Pittman nodded immediately, "You are very professional in this regard."

"It has nothing to do with professionalism, I just thought of some things from the Gondor era," said Belltila, the winding vines behind her rubbing against the floor, making a rustling sound. "You should know that as early as the Gondor era, humans had created 'machines' that could think - at that time we called it 'Iron Man', and modern puppet and puppet technology can be counted as the remnants of this 'intelligent' technology. Of course, the Iron Man's mental core and the arcane core of the puppet are essentially completely different from the 'synthetic brain', but they also have similarities, such as...the possibility of out-of-control.

"And in the Gondor era, in order to prevent the iron people from getting out of control, we once took a special approach."

"Special method?" Pitman immediately showed a curious look, "What method?"

"I only know a rough idea - after all, my brothers and I were just small nobles on the border, and what I want to say was the cutting-edge technology of human beings at that time," Belltila recalled and said slowly, "In those days, the Iron Man of Gondor was incorporated into a system called the "Iron Man Network". This system is like the public 'brain' of the iron man. They must be under the control of this network to act, and the upper node of this network... what do you guess?"

"Upper node?" Pitman frowned, but then he thought of someone, some disobedient as old as Carmier, "Wait, I guess..."

"As you guessed," Belltila nodded, "it was the Gondor royal family and the Norton family at that time.

"Every member of the Norton family will undergo nerve transformation during his lifetime, so that their brains can be incorporated into the Iron Man Network like those Iron Man, and even after their death, their consciousness will be retained and continue to operate in the Iron Man Network in some form. Generations of Norton royal family have maintained absolute control over the highly intelligent mechanical soldiers of the Iron Man... Although Gondor is gone now, until the day of the demise of the ancient empire, those Iron Man corps have indeed not lost control."

Pitman opened his mouth and muttered for a while: "How did this kind of retaining consciousness remind me of the immortals..."

"Yes, although it is different, it has something in common," said Bertilla. "There are many miraculous things we do now, and the Gondor Empire thousands of years ago has actually been done."

Pittman's expression was a little complicated for a moment: "No wonder Carmier and Veronica, and even His Majesty himself often said that the technological development in many fields of our current fields is not 'creation', but is just restoring and rebuilding..."

"So I rarely think that a specific technology today can be called a 'miracle'," Bellti pulled the corner of his mouth, showing a slightly stiff smile. "For me, the biggest miracle of the Cecil Empire today is not these technologies themselves, but that you have found a way to push these technologies to all mankind, as well as the ideas and spirits you have shown in this process... This is the part that the once prosperous Gondor Empire lacks."

"This should be the biggest praise you can say, it's not easy," Pittman sighed, "Anyway, the information you reveal is very important. Although we can't create another Iron Man network now, we have the narrator neural network, and now we have the technology to connect those synthetic brains to the network... What you are talking about is a very important reference for us."

"But please don't forget that neural networks also have risks," Belltila reminded solemnly, "If I have learned anything in the years since I fell into the Dark Sect, then the most important thing is: any technology has risks, and there is no perfect and permanently effective security solution in the world. With the development of technology, risks are also developing and brewing simultaneously - the Iron Man Network in the past is indeed not a problem, but in my opinion, it is just because the Gondor Empire was destroyed earlier. In the final analysis, it is normal for technology to have risks, but the biggest risk is a peaceful mindset. If one day you really think that there is a technology in the world that has no hidden dangers and no surprises at all, then it is really going to be a disaster."

As she said, those eyes that lacked emotion and spirituality looked at Pittman's eyes without blinking. She seemed to be reminding the other party with her current state of losing human body, strengthening her persuasion: "Please tell Brother Gao Wen these words - although he may not need my reminder, I still hope that the sounds of these reminders will always exist."

Pitman probably didn't expect that the former Dark Master would suddenly express such feelings. He was a little surprised, but in the end he nodded solemnly: "I can do it - and I will also record what you said today and tell those researchers who have just entered the field of knowledge."

"That's good," Belltila finally retracted her gaze that fell on Pittman. She turned her head and glanced at the cultivation sacs arranged on the wall. A little smile suddenly appeared in her tone. "Okay, let's relax. It's actually a bit too early to talk too much about these things. After all, what you just described is something that has not been achieved at all. Before considering whether synthetic brain technology is risky, let's discuss how these brains should be connected to ordinary machines... In my opinion, the existing immersion cabins and artificial nerve cables are not that easy to use."

...

"It is normal for technology to have risks, but the biggest risk is a worry-free mentality..." Gao Wen murmured to himself softly, unable to help but shake his head. "It seems that Bell Tira is very cautious about the large-scale use of 'synthetic brain' - although these 'brains' were originally designed by her."

Veronica, holding a platinum scepter in her hand, stood in Gao Wen's study and smiled a little when she heard this: "The original synthetic brain was made by the Thorin Giant Tree. It is essentially an extension of Belltila's thinking. She can't worry, but if you want to mass-produce this technology, the synthetic brain cultivated in the biochemical factory will not be controlled by the Thorin Giant Tree - it is normal for Belltila to worry about it."

"... All things will die in the end. Once the price was heavy because of the loss of control of technology and the 'sleeping' mentality. Belltila herself was part of this price, which changed her mindset," said Gao Wen. "She is the most outstanding druid, but she is now very cautious about anything she creates, and this cautiousness even reaches a lack of confidence... Although she has always controlled this mentality very carefully, this can still be seen from the words and sentences in some of her experimental reports."

"From another perspective, her caution is a good thing," Veronica said softly, "Let the factory learn to think, use artificial brains to control machines... and even use them to control weapons in the future. This is something that needs to be treated with caution."

"Wet parts servers gave me inspiration - since those brains can directly control the Dragoon aircraft, they can obviously be used to control other things," Gao Wen touched his chin, and the desk in front of him was placed with organized documents and materials. On several pages were front-line combat reports about wet parts servers and psychic choirs, and on the other few pages, sketches out the conceptual scene of "synthetic brain" controlling machines and directing factories. "Actually, I was a little surprised, because there were 'machines' like 'Iron Man' as early as the Gondor era, and some magic workshops also had 'demon spirits' that assisted production. I thought that Belltila, who had experienced the Gondor civilization, would at least be more enlightened in this regard..."

"Even the Gondor people back then did not use real artificial brains to control those machines - this is a solution that no one had ever thought of," Veronica said. "Compared with the core of the mind or the demon spirit, the biomass brain will obviously have more variables, and from the perspective of ordinary people, those biomass brains will naturally be unsettling, which is normal."

"Yeah, that's normal," Gao Wen laughed and looked at Veronica, "What about you? How do you think of it?"

“…It was also disturbing when humans first made fire from lightning.”

Gao Wen glanced at Veronica deeply.

After a long time, he smiled: "I understand."
Chapter completed!