Chapter 118: This program runs on bugs

A few minutes later, Yifan pretended that nothing had happened and, under the enthusiasm of the Hammer employees, left the exhibition area.

The nano-electronic virus had already passed through Hammer's internal network from one mechanical soldier to the inside of all mechanical soldiers.

Casually finding a rest area to sit down, Yifan supported his chin with both hands and entered the remote mode.

The internal program code of Hammer Industries' self-reactive mechanical soldiers flashed in Yifan's processor line by line.

*What kind of stuff is this?! *

After reading a few hundred lines, Yifan really couldn't help it. The code was written like dog shit. It was fine if a pile was invalid, but throughout the whole thing, there weren't a few comments on what it meant?

This code was something even God would scratch his head at. Tony Stark would only be dizzy if he came over. Was it really just that the program and the programmer only needed one to run?

Or was it that these programmers were the fathers of Hammer Industries? Otherwise, how did they mix into this team?

Writing code badly was a technical problem. Not writing comments well was not just a technical problem.

Wait... Yifan suddenly had a guess.

Could those programmers have done this on purpose? Writing code like this, no matter what insider came over, they couldn't understand it. Only a processor of Yifan's level could discover that this person was writing blindly. Others might not feel it was mysterious.

*What deep scheming! *

However, after reading all the code, Yifan could be sure that he had thought too much. These people were just purely bad. *Mysterious? Ghost! * It couldn't even run normally.

Besides, Yifan also didn't understand how these software made the mechanical soldiers move?

There were conflicts everywhere, bugs everywhere, and because of the problem of comments, tests found errors and couldn't be modified. They could only cover up the errors with new code later.

Accumulating like this, now the various control programs of the mechanical soldiers were like a mountain of shit.

There was no other way. Yifan could only rewrite the program himself. This had a much higher success rate than modifying these things, and it took less time.

Yifan was not proficient in electronic technology in this regard, and it was the same after becoming a robot. But this was compared with Tony Stark. If compared with Hammer's programmers, he was also an existence they couldn't reach.

That afternoon, Yifan finished writing. The template and framework used were his own current control program, and he put a shell on all the code interfaces by the way.

The code read and displayed through various methods would only be that mountain of shit. The real data that played a role was hidden deep, waiting for the further awakening of the real owner.

That night, Hammer Industries was brightly lit. Today, they were going to test the control program of the mechanical soldiers again. According to the plan submitted in advance, they had a performance at the A District main venue in more than ten days.

Justin Hammer had already given a death order. He didn't need the mechanical soldiers to have substantial combat effectiveness this time, and didn't even need them to be controllable.

But at the very least, they should be like those mechanical toys on the market, able to press the switch and automatically and neatly make some movements. That would be enough!

For this performance project, Justin Hammer must get Hammer Industries' face back a bit. The stock price had fallen during this period, and the shareholders of the entire group were almost *beep*ing.

Of course, if it could be better, Justin Hammer would definitely invite Tony Stark over to let him see Hammer Industries' technological strength.

*What is called other imitators need five to ten years, and I, Justin Hammer, need more than twenty years?! *

*That's too looking down on people. Isn't it just a mecha? Fifteen days is enough! *

Although he had been cheering himself up, when Justin Hammer stood at the simulated audience position, his heart was still uneasy. In fact, he didn't have half a bit of confidence.

The dozen or so mechanical soldiers placed in front didn't have any weapons installed. Not a single bullet was put in, just for fear of any problems during the test.

"Start." Justin Hammer said to the testers and program engineers below.

The tester glanced at the program engineer. He could feel the anxiety of these developers, and he himself was ready to be scolded.

"Emergency test, round one, first time, start."

The tester muttered softly and pressed the start button in his hand.

All the mechanical soldiers' eyes lit up with light at the same time. The detection system started first, and then the system started self-checking.

The tester wiped the sweat from his forehead. Previous tests had been stuck in the self-check link many times.

But this time, the green light representing the pass lit up.

Self-check passed, performance start!

The mechanical soldiers started to move according to the program, but the programmers were not feeling well. Error messages on the computer kept popping up and couldn't stop.

However, the movements of the mechanical soldiers didn't have any problems.

"Minister, should we call a stop?" the programmer asked in a low voice.

"No, no, no, it can move, and it hasn't made a mistake yet. Just pretend you didn't see the error message." The minister shook his head like an electric fan.

A few minutes later, the entire performance segment ended. To everyone's surprise, there wasn't a single error throughout the process, and the movements were standard.

*Clap, clap, clap! *

Justin Hammer clapped hard and walked over from the auditorium. "Not bad! Very good! The efficiency this time is very high!"

"Should be, should be." The minister laughed, while waving his hands to signal other programmers to cut off the error interface.

"By the way, I think the hand wasn't raised high enough just now. How about raising it a little bit more?" Justin Hammer suddenly had an idea.

"Let's try it." The minister was very nervous. The boss didn't understand technology. This performance program was dead-written.

The tester raised the joystick, and the arm continued to rise. After reaching the highest point, it stopped, and the mechanical soldier broadcasted itself, "The stress on the body joints has reached the limit. Should we continue to rise?"

"No need, no need." Justin Hammer's face was full of smiles, and he patted the minister hard. "Well done, this real-time detection is set up well!"

"Yes, yes." The minister was a bit confused. *Did we set this up? *

Justin Hammer walked forward two steps, took the controller from the tester's hand, and started to fiddle with it himself.

In the minister's nervous eyes, the mechanical soldier actually showed a state completely different from before: smooth, silky, and highly controllable.

"Hmm... Raise the salary! Everyone gets a bonus!"

Justin Hammer was overjoyed. He must let Tony Stark see it this time, and such a good mecha, the cost was only more than 10 million, so he would definitely be able to get a big order!

After a burst of cheering, when Justin Hammer left the test site and prepared to send an invitation to Tony Stark, the minister ran to the computer.

"How is the situation?!"

"More than 1,600 error messages appeared, and more than 400 different bug records!" The programmer swallowed his saliva and looked at his immediate superior. "Should we fix a few?"

"No! Don't touch anything!" The minister was thoughtful, carrying his hands behind his back. "This might be what those predecessors said: sometimes programs run on bugs!"

"Finally! Finally, I encountered such a lucky thing!"

The minister laughed loudly and walked away.

The programmer behind him was full of doubts. *Is this really lucky? * But with these error messages, it was already outrageous that the mechanical soldiers didn't fall apart on the spot, and they successfully completed the test. This could only be explained by luck.

The programmer shook his head. His intuition told him that he had to run away. ===== CHAPTER 119 =====