Garrett only sat in the review committee for an hour before he completed the application process for his research project—
Specifically, he verbally described the project requirents, and a dedicated clerk swiftly wrote down his research project in words. The research purpose, content, authorization scope, research funding...
One by one, everything was written down proficiently, verified, recorded, and the project commission was posted. The rotating committee mber of the dical departnt skillfully took down the commission and filled in the recipient's na as Garrett Nordmark.
"Initial theoretical research, one month research period, 500 contribution points as compensation," the review committee mber said lightly.
"If there are preliminary results, you can apply for more detailed research, social experints, hire experinters, etc., and then apply for second or third phase projects. Oh, and..."
Seeing the clerk respectfully exit the room and close the door, he winked slyly.
"As a mage with a Mage Tower, many materials can be retrieved by the tower spirit from the Tower of Heaven; there's no need to queue up at Mr. Hermunculus's place."
Garrett couldn't help but laugh. The first ti he utilized the computational power of a tower spirit was four years ago, before the establishnt of the Public Health Center. Back then, it wasn't the tower spirit of the Tower of Heaven but Mr. Gregory of the Thunder Tower, at a cost of...
1500 contribution points per hour, with a 20% discount from midnight to 6 AM.
That ti, he used the not-yet-acquired Mage Tower as collateral, successfully gambling on the public health project to obtain a 5000 contribution point loan to rent the Thunder Tower spirit. After the public health debate ended, he hurriedly settled the account...
And now, he could even use his own tower spirit to directly connect to the Tower of Heaven and the eight sub-towers (only these nine Mage Towers provided data services; other Mage Towers required the host mage's consent and were relayed through the Tower of Heaven), receiving data at ho.
"Also, Master Nordmark, will you be publishing this article directly in 'dical Research' after it's written?"
"Uh... that depends on my research progress..."
If the research progress was slow, it might catch up with the next issue of 'dical Research'; if the progress was fast and he needed to quickly make an impact, 'dical Research' might not be able to keep up?
In any case, it all depended on the writing speed. Garrett returned to his Mage Tower, sat comfortably in front of MOSS, and ordered:
"MOSS, help contact the Thunder Tower spirit and retrieve the original death data of Nevis City from 1161 for twenty years. The version I inputted."
"Got it, boss." MOSS buzzed and began... or rather, started applying for the data from the Thunder Tower. As it fully operated, Garrett imdiately felt that sothing was off in the Mage Tower:
The wind speed was a bit high, the air pressure a bit low, and the humidity seed off. The sound of the invisible servants cleaning was particularly loud...
"MOSS?"
The tower spirit projected a large "busy" character on the panel.
Garrett: "..."
Fortunately, at least it hadn't told him yet that the CPU was overheating, and the mory usage was too high, please wait...
He had no choice but to sit beside it, close his eyes, and rest, pondering where to start with the thesis. The thesis foundation was set, but how should he find and combine the data to establish formulas?
When citing works, which keywords would make it easier to find relevant discussions?
After nearly a quarter-hour of thought, the panel suddenly lit up, projecting a large table that began to scroll:
Date, na, gender, age, occupation, address, cause of death;
Date, na, gender, age, occupation, address, cause of death...
"Stop!"
Garrett shouted. MOSS let out a loud belch, the table paused, stuck in place. Garrett glanced at it and rubbed his forehead:
"MOSS, filter out all deaths caused by plagues."
"Boss, what's a plague?"
"..." Mistake, this tower spirit, though it could argue, mock, and sulk, was essentially still a tower spirit. If it wasn't told sothing, it didn't know...
"Filter out all deaths caused by the following: plague, cholera, dysentery, tuberculosis, diphtheria, scarlet fever, smallpox, chickenpox, leprosy."
"..." This ti, MOSS was silent for a longer period. The central processor of the Mage Tower buzzed continuously, the hard disk rotation noise was incessant, bothering Garrett for a long ti before it reported:
"Done, boss."
"Calculate how many outbreaks occurred in these twenty years. An outbreak is defined as: after the first case appears, subsequent deaths occur, totaling more than ten people. If no new deaths occur within seven days, the outbreak is considered over."
"Got it, boss."
Purely processing data, MOSS's speed was still decent. This ti, it was silent for less than ten minutes before a bright light flashed before Garrett, pulling out a table:
Over twenty years, Nevis had experienced around seventy outbreaks of varying sizes. So had dozens of deaths, others hundreds, and particularly large ones had tens of thousands...
If each year only saw small-scale outbreaks, without dium or large ones, it seed as if the Grim Reaper was showing rcy.
"MOSS, bring up the city map. Mark the death cases of each outbreak on the map, one map per day. Arrange them in chronological order, making an animation for each outbreak."
"Got it, boss..."
Then, MOSS froze. Clearly, Garrett's request involved a considerable amount of computation, requiring MOSS to consu significant processing power...
"MOSS? MOSS?"
Forget it, let the tower spirit process the data slowly...
Garrett stood up, stretched lazily, and went downstairs to eat. Oh no, in the Mage Tower, MOSS usually controlled the invisible servants to cook. Now that MOSS's computing power was fully engaged, who would cook for them?
Did they have to let Bernard cook again?
Fortunately, Bernard, Mage Nordwood, and even student Aurora weren't entirely unskilled in the kitchen. Everyone happily finished a al, and MOSS had completed the calculations, producing sixty or seventy animations in one go.
Garrett propped his chin and carefully examined the data MOSS had retrieved. Among these outbreaks, about eighty percent originated from the city's periphery...
"MOSS, filter out the outbreaks that started near the port, hotel district, and large horse-drawn carriages entering the city. Calculate the percentage of the total outbreaks."
"Search the paper library with the keyword 'plague,' focusing on related reports in the nearby areas over the past twenty years..."
On the third day, Garrett carried his thesis back to the top of Igor Peak and placed the paper in front of the review committee mber of the dical branch.
"No... no way, you finished it this quickly?"
"Of course."
Garrett spread his hands. With the tower spirit helping organize data, make charts, find relevant literature, and draft the manuscript according to my outline.
Writing a thesis?
With such convenience, taking two days to write a paper was already slow!
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