How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony-Chapter 56: Auxiliary Brain (2)

I laid out the textbook I used when studying for the Computer Literacy Level 2 certification and taught them 'from scratch.'

"No, don't do that, Vicente! Don't break it! That's the power button!"

"Since the computer looks hot, how about cleaning it with water...? Think about it, Eleanor. What would happen if you cut open a person's stomach and poured cold water when they're hot?

...No. It might come back even if it breaks, but sparks could be dangerous."

"You want to cut it open and examine its structure? That's good curiosity, but it would be difficult to understand even if you saw it.

This is a machine processed so minutely that it's invisible to the human eye... Hey, don't touch it! You'll get hurt!"

So, 'from scratch' means things like this.

How to hold a mouse.

The purpose of a keyboard.

The meaning of function keys.

The meaning of a desktop and the use of shortcut icons.

And various other things...

"Why, why doesn't this move when I press the screen? It's different from my daughter's."

That, Sir White, is because your daughter is using a tablet, and you're using a laptop without a touch screen.

"Aaaaaah! Suddenly the screen turned black and I can see my face! What is this...?"

That, Manteo, is because you accidentally pressed the power button.

"Th-there are people trapped in here! We must save them quickly!"

No. There were still videos that weren't deleted...!

...It was really fortunate that these were electronic devices that would 'never' break. If they had broken down, my workload would have increased three or four times.

Anyway, the concept that nothing on the screen actually exists, and that they are merely the results of reading abstractly complex information in a specific form... was naturally impossible to make them understand.

I just said everything on the screen was an illusion.

That wasn't all.

"Eleanor? Smile."

"What?"

Click.

"Here, this is called a photograph..."

"Kyaaaah! My, my soul is trapped in here!"

"No, it's not."

"Kyaaaah! A demon is imitating me from inside the picture!"

"That's not it either."

The concept of a digital camera was also impossible to explain in a short time. The best I could do was to have them accept it as a very detailed portrait that's drawn very quickly.

So you can imagine how difficult it was to transfer photos taken with a digital camera to Excel and save them in a table.

That's right.

It was really, really difficult.

But there was a definite reward for the hard work of educating these seven people.

And so.

Two months passed.

"Um... is it okay? I've heard talk about ghosts, souls, and such."

"Don't worry, ma'am. Do you doubt Mr. Nemo?

Look this way and smile briefly, and it's all done! One... two...!"

Click.

"Ugh, my eyes, it's blinding."

"Don't worry! It's almost over now! Here, just write down your name, birthday, hometown, and family members' names!"

"I'm 21 years old... and for occupation... should I say housewife?"

"All done! Now go back, and we'll allocate a suitable field for you!"

"Th-thank you! In England, it was my husband's and my wish to farm on our own decent piece of land, and now like this..."

In this manner, over several weeks, we gathered data on approximately 11,282 people.

Even those who were reluctant changed their attitude when told they needed to register their identity to be eligible for land distribution.

It might be difficult to do something with this data right away, but it will make things much easier when establishing an administrative system in the future. I can guarantee that.

That's why it didn't take that long to distribute land according to religion, hometown, and ethnicity.

This was the power of electronic administration.

==

"Oh... my goodness."

There's a general impression people have about heaven.

Angels in white clothes, and humans who have become like angels, floating in the sky, living in eternal light. Praising the Lord in eternal glory and happiness.

Updat𝓮d from frёewebnoѵēl.com.

Lions graze like sheep, milk and honey flow on the land, and the vast, beautiful meadows are good to walk on barefoot.

There, angels are beings who guard beside the Lord's throne. They praise the Lord's very existence and sing of eternal happiness.

But... um...

'Is this also a product of heaven?'

Click. Click click.

Harriot watched the smiling faces of about 1,000 people in the Excel file, continuously scrolling up and down.

Is there such a thing as administration in heaven too? If so, how great and efficient must heaven's administration be?

The concept of 'decimal points' that appeared here was also amazing. A system that conveniently expresses numbers less than 1 in decimal rather than fractions, isn't it amazingly efficient?

In addition, various mathematical symbols that conveniently organize formulas, and the way these mathematical symbols are arranged and used.

All of this inspired Harriot as a mathematician. How much mathematical progress could be made with the inspiration gained from this 'Excel'?

Harriot couldn't sleep properly again today. He fiddled with Excel all day... and barely closed his eyes at dawn.

Heaven... might be a garden of mathematics.

If so, God is probably the greatest mathematician.

Perhaps it might be possible to describe the world with mathematics. If that could be done...

Ah.

In a half-asleep state, Harriot got up and opened the laptop again to look at the screen.

"What appears on this screen is not real. What? Then what is it, you ask? Hmm... information expressed in an encrypted... no. Just think of it as a moving picture that describes something. It's an illusion."

That's right. Mr. Nemo also said so.

The world inside this laptop... might already be expressed in mathematics.

Then, perhaps this world too... such a thing might be possible!

In Harriot's mind, something that ancient Pythagoras thought about, and that future natural philosophers and scientists would think about, began to emerge frantically.

He stood up excitedly. He discussed his realization with Bacon, who was the closest to a scientist here.

A world expressed in mathematics.

As Bacon usually advocated, one explores the truth of the world under rigorous and systematic experiments.

And as Harriot just realized, one expresses what has been explored as abstract models through the material of mathematics.

The world is a poem written with ink of water, earth, fire, and wind.

But the language that forms that grand poem is mathematics.

Scientific methodology.

That seed, very slightly... began to be planted early in this land.

In this New World.

In the conversation between Harriot and Bacon.