rpbooks Chapter 201 The Deepest Support
Chapter 201 The Deepest Support
Allen stood up, strode to the window, and pulled open the heavy blinds.
With a whoosh, the sunlight poured in without any obstruction.
Outside the glass window, the seemingly bustling streets of Boston in the afternoon were laid out before me.
To ordinary people, it was a bustling scene of traffic.
But in the eyes of a titan of an expert like Allen, this is not a source of pride for human civilization at all!
This looks exactly like the blood vessels of a patient suffering from severe hyperlipidemia who is struggling to survive in the ICU!
The city's ills were crystal clear to him, leaving no room for concealment.
The blood flow slows down, which at first seems like just a minor problem that doesn't cause any serious harm.
But this slow blood flow will inevitably become a breeding ground for the rampant accumulation of deadly fat and metabolic waste.
Over time, this will eventually lead to the complete solidification and necrosis of the entire cardiovascular system!
Jamie stood behind Allen, silent for a long time, before finally speaking:
"Is this the real reason you risked violating regulations by insisting on providing those MIT students with the Department of Transportation's core internal data?"
Allen turned around, half of his face hidden in the light and shadow:
"They're just a bunch of kids, not some shameless kid asking for funding."
It's just a bunch of cold data, what's wrong with giving it away?
Moreover, our current system is rotten to the core and desperately needs a completely new perspective that doesn't belong here to break the deadlock!
This was just Allen saying something politely.
In fact, he knew very well that the reason was not just that.
A few days ago, he was stunned when he looked at the data request report from MIT on his desk.
That somewhat immature yet ambitious report made him momentarily dazed, as if he were seeing himself back when he was still an undergraduate.
In those days, he was just like the students in the report, his eyes shining brightly, and he was arrogant!
They are madly eager to use pure mathematics to analyze "transportation," this ultimate monster comparable to a colossal living organism.
However, the passion of those days has long been worn away by countless squabbles with politicians and compromises with foolish public opinion.
Now, without realizing it, he has also become a greasy bureaucrat who is used to efficiency and adept at bowing to reality.
Although his soul had been corrupted by reality, upon learning that he was at his former alma mater...
There are still a few stubborn fledglings, persistently gazing at the stars, asking the seemingly ridiculous question, "Why is there traffic congestion?"...
His heart, which had long been dead, unexpectedly surged with a burning sense of relief!
Allen made an exception and signed the document that already sentenced him to death. His thinking was actually very simple:
If those fearless, young undergraduates, with their boundless enthusiasm and recklessness, could actually find even a slightly better answer than him...
As the deputy director, he would certainly stand up without hesitation and give them the most enthusiastic applause!
This is the story of a researcher who once firmly believed he could change the world with algorithms, but is now covered in mud...
We extend our deepest support to those young people whose eyes still shine and whose faith has not been lost!
.......
Early in the morning, the sky over Boston was still a hazy gray.
The air was as cold as ice scalpels, stinging the face.
"Whoosh—"
On the dilapidated road outside the Longwood Medical District, a few taxis and early morning buses spewed white exhaust fumes as they drove intermittently under the dim streetlights.
It was still dark, and the glow of the streetlights shivered in the cold air.
Ellie and Jason, sporting dark circles under their eyes once again, sneaked onto the scene like thieves to collect data on-site.
"Are you ready?"
Jason rubbed his hands, which were a little stiff from the cold, squatted down, and carefully unfolded the rotors of the heavily modified high-precision drone.
Ellie, wrapped tightly in her down jacket, her face pale with cold, nodded vigorously.
"Buzz—!"
The high-frequency motor roared wildly, and the rotor instantly entered a high-speed rotation state, violently stirring up a gust of air on the cold ground.
Ellie decisively pressed the touchpad.
With a low buzzing sound, the dark gray drone, like an agile falcon, tore through the morning mist and soared into the sky.
"Satellite signal locked! Increasing altitude, clear view."
In the blink of an eye, the drone was hovering in mid-air, its high-definition camera fixed on the target road section below.
"The current road surface occupancy rate is approaching 92%, and the queue length is precisely measured to be 178 meters."
Staring at the red and green parameters flashing on the screen, a satisfied smile appeared on Ellie's chapped lips.
It's easy to say, but only they know the bitterness behind those numbers.
God knows how they got through that time.
The data collection work was a hundred times more arduous than what they had experienced sitting in the classroom daydreaming; these past few days had been utterly inhuman.
Because of these terrible statistics, Ellie and Jason haven't had a good night's sleep for more than half a month.
Every day, they were like two homeless stray dogs, frantically shuttling between the transportation bureau headquarters and the city's most congested hospital area.
Amidst the billowing exhaust fumes, they tirelessly collect monotonous signal data and massive amounts of intersection footage, day and night.
The cold wind blowing on my face is nothing to worry about.
Compared to physical torture, what torments people the most is the feeling of helplessness that "even if I do it, it seems like it's all for nothing."
This feeling is absolutely infuriating!
"Su Hao......."
Ellie rubbed her temples wearily, her gaze shifting between the complex, waterfall-like code and numbers cascading across the screen. A hint of hesitation finally crept into her voice.
"Do you really think you can deduce the overall traffic flow in Boston based on these incomplete data pieces we've pieced together like scrap metal?"
Looking at the vast and seemingly hopeless urban road network of Boston, the data that these few people painstakingly collected was not even the tip of the iceberg.
At best, it accounts for a ridiculous few percent of the huge denominator of total traffic volume.
To any professor who knows even a little bit about statistics, this would be a meaningless and scrapped case.
However, faced with Ellie's outburst, Su Hao remained remarkably calm and collected, looking utterly irritating.
It was as if the transportation network that had caused countless top experts to fail was just a Rubik's Cube that he could solve at will.
"Why not?" Su Hao asked calmly, his voice not loud, but it carried an undeniable confidence.
"We received the chassis data from the Transportation Bureau a couple of days ago."
With this framework, as long as the traffic patterns of the core road sections are accurately extracted, the remaining blind spots can be completely reconstructed through cross-comparison.
Ellie shook her head in anguish.
Reverse engineering?
That sounds nice.
In her professional view, this is like trying to deduce the ocean currents of the entire ocean using a single drop of water!