Chapter 31 A Song's Ambition

Americain, Silicon Valley.

At the headquarters of a certain song, CEO Sundar looks at his computer desktop.

There was an icon of an executable program on it, which he had just downloaded.

This came from his work email, and the sender claimed to be AICore.

The email stated that the attached program contains an AI core optimization algorithm that can help large-model AI achieve performance optimization.

Improve the AI ​​training effect of large models and significantly reduce training time.

In particular, it reduces the demand for AI chips required for training, thereby enabling the training of large-model AI at extremely low cost.

And in subsequent operation, it supports high-performance and low-cost operation and maintenance of large-model AI.

AICore specifically pointed out that a certain song can be tested for a week.

If you think it can be used in your own AI products, you only need to pay 1 million DaoLe to the designated account, and you can get the source code of this AI core optimization algorithm after the payment is received.

If payment is not made within one week, the test program will be automatically destroyed.

Of course, if a certain song chooses to selflessly disclose the source code after payment, all of its products will be blocked by AICore in counterattack.

At first, Sundar thought it was a prank, but throughout the day, his phone kept reminding him to read his emails.

Even though he deleted the email, he received it again in less than a minute.

The elites in the company's IT department worked hard for a long time but failed to block this spam email.

The key is that the server from which the email originated cannot be traced at all.

This is simply a humiliation to a certain music company!

But at this moment, Sundar has begun to change his mind.

He has instructed the technical department to use a server that is not connected to the Internet as a carrier to run its own Core AI, and then load this program for execution.

He wants to see the effect of this testing program!
"Boss, the server is ready."

Bill Hite, technical director of the Core AI department, walked in.

Sundar came to his senses, copied the program on the desktop using a USB drive, and then handed the USB drive to Bill Hite.

"Bill, get the test done as soon as possible. We've already wasted a day."

"Don't worry, three days, I can complete all the tests in just three days. Although I absolutely do not believe that there is such a magical algorithm, it is as you wish."

Watching Bill Hite leave, Sandal walked to the French window and looked at the night outside.

Although he has been in charge of a certain song for eight years, there are criticisms from both inside and outside the company.

It is believed that it was because of him that a certain song lost its competitiveness.

After OpenAI emerged as a dark horse last year, it meant that Google fell behind in the competition with software in the field of artificial intelligence.

The board of directors has questioned him, and he must come up with effective measures to restore the reputation of YouTube in the field of AI.

After Sundar witnessed the amazing technical capabilities of AICore, he began to trust the program it sent him.

What's more, at this moment, he needs this kind of help from nowhere!

Or is it because he has the blessing of Lord Shiva?
Three days passed with Sandal feeling uneasy.

Early in the morning on the fifth day after receiving the email.

Just as Sundar entered the office and put down his briefcase, there was a hurried knock on the door.

Then Bill Hite rushed in.

His hair was messy, greasy and sparse, and it was obvious that he hadn't washed it for a few days. His beard on his cheeks was also densely grown.

"Hey, President, guess whether our test results are good news or bad news?"

Sandal glanced at Bill Hate and his nose twitched. This guy hadn't taken a shower for several days and he smelled bad.

"Don't tell me bad news, I want to hear good news."

“Ahaha, the bad news is that our previous investment in AI has definitely gone to waste!”

"I want to hear good news!"

"Yeah, the good news is that program is amazing, and the test results are amazingly good."

"How is it so good?"

Bill Hite held up three fingers with shining eyes, "Three aspects:
First, in terms of big data training efficiency, it is expected to be improved by 276% compared to our original TensorFlow framework.

Second, in terms of AI chips, at least 102% of computing core requirements can be saved.

Third, reduce electricity consumption by 65% ​​in the same amount of time.

I personally feel that if we can get the source code of this algorithm, it may bring great improvements to our existing search engines.

In short, I hope the company can get this algorithm at all costs!
Of course, it would be even better if the person who created this algorithm could be invited to join us!"

Sundar looked at the fanatical light in Bill Hite's eyes and thought about it.

"Based on your test results, isn't our TensorFlow framework far behind?"

"It's not just far worse, it's garbage!"

Sandar's mouth twitched. "Bill, I have to remind you that this piece of garbage was developed by you and your team at a huge cost of the company."

“Compared with the developer of this algorithm, the gap between me and my team is like that between an elementary school student and a doctoral student. I am willing to kneel down devoutly in front of this AICore master.

By the way, all the team members involved in the test shared this worship idea. "

Sundar has been in this industry for so long and has worked with Bill Hite for many years, so he is fully aware of the technical director's authoritative position in the industry.

At this moment, hearing his praise and worship of the mysterious AICore, Sundar knew that what he originally thought was a prank might bring a huge opportunity to a certain song!
"Bill, I was wondering if you put a gag order on the test team?"

"Of course, I understand that this is a matter of great importance and I have spoken to everyone in the group and I have sworn that they will keep their mouths shut."

"Well done, Bill," Sandal praised.

"So, President, what should we do next?"

Sundar motioned for Bill Hite to sit down, then picked up a phone on the table and dialed.

"Alice, notify all directors immediately. I need to hold an emergency board video conference in half an hour!"

After hanging up the phone, Sundar looked at Bill Hite:
"Bill, I need you to attend the board meeting later and report the contents of the test report to the directors. I think you understand what it means."

"Of course, don't worry, I will get all the directors to support you! By the way, are you planning to buy the source code of this algorithm?"

"I think you may need to go wash up and tidy up first. The directors might vote against you in this state!"

"Oh, yes, I haven't showered or changed my clothes in two days."

"Go ahead, you only have twenty minutes!"

Watching Bill Hite hurriedly leave, Sundar finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at his computer screen.

The email from AICore was opened on it.

At this moment, unprecedented ambitions arose in Sandal's heart!
(End of this chapter)