9岁的果果一直是个理工男。一有时间，他就自己上网学些让他好奇的东西。我们总想让他平衡发展，希望他能够多花些时间在写作上。结果这两天他就在电脑上霹雳啪啦写了篇20几页的小小说。没有学过计算机或者电子工程的朋友就当天书看吧。下面是他的原文配带他自己设计的封面。
Entangled II: The Computer
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There was probably a replacement by quantum entanglement going on, which means that an atom in this exact spot would reference an atom in this exact spot maybe three million, eight hundred twenty nine thousand, six hundred thirty one frames or four-dimensional frames ahead of the ‘normal’ world. Maybe the stuff in the book got read by some sort of quantum thingy…Anyways, I went up to Dad and said “Hi, Dad!” He responded “Hi, Eric. When I got here, I knew we were in trouble because a guy shoved me into this office and made me design CPU’s (Central Processing Units). Can you help me make a circuit that adds two bits of a binary number plus a carry input?
The worker calmed down and said, “I will time this computer anyway, so here it goes!” He typed the line correctly this time and added a timing function to it. He hit F5 (run button). Almost instantly, a result popped up on the screen. It said 0.644904394379490393203170
We went back to the office. It was 7:13 PM already so we went out of the office yet again and into the elevator. Once we got to the first floor, we walked outside and luckily hailed a taxi. Dad asked the driver to drive us to the nearest hotel. Either the hotel was pretty far, or that I perceived time wrong, because the drive felt like one thousand, six hundred and twenty miles to me. I almost fell asleep yet AGAIN in the, I think, on mile five hundred though I never saw daylight in the entire drive. Finally, we got to the hotel. It was a Marriot’s, though it looked more like an apartment than a hotel. It was pretty much thirty-one stories tall, but the width was only about five small-sized hotel rooms. I spotted a suspicious-looking large room on the third floor. I calculated that the volume was around seven hundred and fifty small hotel rooms. I guess Phoenix has many visitors and will probably face a population boom (also called a rapid growth of population) in the next few decades. Anyway, we went in the door. Inside, the light yellow was the walls painted and there was a granite check-in counter on a dark oak stand. When my dad was checking in, I grabbed a few donut-shaped peppermints from a small bowl on the left side of the round counter.
I tasted one. Yum! That was the best peppermint in the world in the whole wide universe! Because they tasted so good, I spent the next five minutes stuffing thousands of them in my mouth. That is, until Dad noticed. “ERIC! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” he yelled right into my ear, giving me such a sudden shock that My mouth opened completely and all of those super yummy peppermints spilled out of my mouth and landed on the floor. Yuck! After I cleaned up the mess that I made, Dad said that our room was 0333, which meant third floor, third row, and third column. We rushed into the last elevator with its door open. Whew!
Once we got to the third floor, we went to our room. It turned out that our room was the ‘mysterious large room’ I spotted on our way in! Just how lucky can this be? I am pretty sure is a one-of-a-kind room! Once we were all settled down, we peeked at this room. It had a living room, a master room, a bathroom with an advanced Delta® showerhead in the tub, and even an extra bedroom! Dad said that with enough negotiation, or talking back, he only had to pay ninety-five dollars a week for a room this big instead of the regular $235.99 a week. Turns out that Dad promised to give them an advanced version of the new Intel® superprocessor if they reduced it to fifth price. I do not know why, but they accepted. They must be people who are computer lovers or people with very slow computers that have Pentium® I processors (Pentium processors are the oldest Intel® official CPU’s available). Those who put us in this room might have been a coincidence, because maybe $95 is the lowest price they could get to without being screamed at or potentially fired. Dad said that he needed to go use the computer. I followed him. He booted up the laptop I was using in his office and logged in. He immediately opened up Notepad and began to type XML code. He wanted to upload a picture called 11 (which is of the front of the hotel) to Facebook but accidentally uploaded a picture called 12 (which is of the chip). Here is his code:
As you can see, his error is bolded out for you. You do not have to read anything else in the code. He did not check his code and put it straight in the Java compiler (also called XML translator) so the computer could understand the XML, which in the beginning is just a bunch of text with an ‘.xml’ file extension. I was about to tell Dad that there was an error when he ran the program.
I also helped him a bit. He couldn’t make a binary subtractor (digital subtracting device) smaller than 800 nano meters. I knew that a single misplaced wire could make the processing unit short-circuit or fail to perform a very simple task, like adding two 1-bit binary numbers. Though, I remind him very often that he needs to check because I know him by heart. Remember he didn’t when he used the XML (eXtensible Markup Language)? So, I helped him make the subtractor.
Chapter 2: Not So Cool |
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Chapter 3: Normal Day |
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Chapter 4: Huge Problem, Young Hero |
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There was probably a replacement by quantum entanglement going on, which means that an atom in this exact spot would reference an atom in this exact spot maybe three million, eight hundred twenty nine thousand, six hundred thirty one frames or four-dimensional frames ahead of the ‘normal’ world. Maybe the stuff in the book got read by some sort of quantum thingy…Anyways, I went up to Dad and said “Hi, Dad!” He responded “Hi, Eric. When I got here, I knew we were in trouble because a guy shoved me into this office and made me design CPU’s (Central Processing Units). Can you help me make a circuit that adds two bits of a binary number plus a carry input?
The worker calmed down and said, “I will time this computer anyway, so here it goes!” He typed the line correctly this time and added a timing function to it. He hit F5 (run button). Almost instantly, a result popped up on the screen. It said 0.644904394379490393203170
We went back to the office. It was 7:13 PM already so we went out of the office yet again and into the elevator. Once we got to the first floor, we walked outside and luckily hailed a taxi. Dad asked the driver to drive us to the nearest hotel. Either the hotel was pretty far, or that I perceived time wrong, because the drive felt like one thousand, six hundred and twenty miles to me. I almost fell asleep yet AGAIN in the, I think, on mile five hundred though I never saw daylight in the entire drive. Finally, we got to the hotel. It was a Marriot’s, though it looked more like an apartment than a hotel. It was pretty much thirty-one stories tall, but the width was only about five small-sized hotel rooms. I spotted a suspicious-looking large room on the third floor. I calculated that the volume was around seven hundred and fifty small hotel rooms. I guess Phoenix has many visitors and will probably face a population boom (also called a rapid growth of population) in the next few decades. Anyway, we went in the door. Inside, the light yellow was the walls painted and there was a granite check-in counter on a dark oak stand. When my dad was checking in, I grabbed a few donut-shaped peppermints from a small bowl on the left side of the round counter.
I tasted one. Yum! That was the best peppermint in the world in the whole wide universe! Because they tasted so good, I spent the next five minutes stuffing thousands of them in my mouth. That is, until Dad noticed. “ERIC! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” he yelled right into my ear, giving me such a sudden shock that My mouth opened completely and all of those super yummy peppermints spilled out of my mouth and landed on the floor. Yuck! After I cleaned up the mess that I made, Dad said that our room was 0333, which meant third floor, third row, and third column. We rushed into the last elevator with its door open. Whew!
Once we got to the third floor, we went to our room. It turned out that our room was the ‘mysterious large room’ I spotted on our way in! Just how lucky can this be? I am pretty sure is a one-of-a-kind room! Once we were all settled down, we peeked at this room. It had a living room, a master room, a bathroom with an advanced Delta® showerhead in the tub, and even an extra bedroom! Dad said that with enough negotiation, or talking back, he only had to pay ninety-five dollars a week for a room this big instead of the regular $235.99 a week. Turns out that Dad promised to give them an advanced version of the new Intel® superprocessor if they reduced it to fifth price. I do not know why, but they accepted. They must be people who are computer lovers or people with very slow computers that have Pentium® I processors (Pentium processors are the oldest Intel® official CPU’s available). Those who put us in this room might have been a coincidence, because maybe $95 is the lowest price they could get to without being screamed at or potentially fired. Dad said that he needed to go use the computer. I followed him. He booted up the laptop I was using in his office and logged in. He immediately opened up Notepad and began to type XML code. He wanted to upload a picture called 11 (which is of the front of the hotel) to Facebook but accidentally uploaded a picture called 12 (which is of the chip). Here is his code:
As you can see, his error is bolded out for you. You do not have to read anything else in the code. He did not check his code and put it straight in the Java compiler (also called XML translator) so the computer could understand the XML, which in the beginning is just a bunch of text with an ‘.xml’ file extension. I was about to tell Dad that there was an error when he ran the program.
I also helped him a bit. He couldn’t make a binary subtractor (digital subtracting device) smaller than 800 nano meters. I knew that a single misplaced wire could make the processing unit short-circuit or fail to perform a very simple task, like adding two 1-bit binary numbers. Though, I remind him very often that he needs to check because I know him by heart. Remember he didn’t when he used the XML (eXtensible Markup Language)? So, I helped him make the subtractor.