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Chapter 4. One Little Neuron第四章 一个小小的神经元

A manga for grown-ups. Read it in English or Chinese.给大人看的漫画。可以用中文或英文读。

Winter night in Grandpa's living room during a power cut. The room is dark: the ONLY light is one small red LED glowing on the home-made neuron board on the round table, lighting the two faces from below in soft red. Grandpa (left) and Xiaoyu (right) sit at the round table FACING EACH OTHER across the board, both in their winter coats indoors, their breath faintly white in the cold. Grandpa's big forefinger rests on one of the three black toggle switches, just having flicked it up; he looks at the little red light with quiet, childlike wonder. Xiaoyu leans in with her chin on her folded arms on the table and watches HIS face, NOT the light, tender and relieved. The board is drawn exactly as its sheet: battery box on the left, three switches, the little chip in the middle, the red LED on the right. Glasses on the cord at his chest. Everything beyond the red glow falls into deep blue-black dark; the dark upper third is the quiet area for the title. No other light anywhere: no lamp, no window light, no candle.
Chapter 4第四章One Little Neuron一个小小的神经元
Early evening in winter, BEFORE the power cut: the ceiling lamp is on and a small electric heater by the armchair glows orange; the balcony glass doors are black with night. Grandpa (left) and Xiaoyu (right) play chess at the round folding table, sitting FACING EACH OTHER across the Western 8 by 8 board, each one's own pieces nearest them (Grandpa's cream pieces on his side, her dark brown pieces on hers), every piece on its square. Both wear their padded winter coats indoors, as people do in old Bridge City flats; his grey cardigan shows at the open front of his coat. Xiaoyu reaches for a piece, Grandpa watches her hand with a sly smile. Grandpa's tall glass of pale green tea stands on the table, steaming. The plain wall above is the quiet area. Only these two.
December. The coldest week of the year.十二月。一年里最冷的那个礼拜。
The same room, the same evening, a second later: the power has gone. Almost black: deep blue-black darkness with only the faintest grey edges of the round table, the chessboard and two still figures, NO light source anywhere (the ceiling lamp off, the heater dark with no glow, the balcony doors black). A manga black panel; the middle is the quiet area for the sound.
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Winter night outside Grandpa's old six-storey tower block: EVERY window in the block is black, not one lit; bare trees in the frosty yard, a row of parked bicycles. Far behind it, the other blocks of Bridge City still have warm lit windows, so the dead block stands out. On the fourth floor one small white torch beam moves behind a window. The dark sky above is the quiet area.
The whole tower block went dark.整栋楼,一下子全黑了。
Night, POWER CUT: the only light is the white beam of Xiaoyu's phone torch (her hand is off panel at the bottom left), which falls on Grandpa. He stands pressed with his back against the glass cabinet on the right, in his padded coat, one big hand raised against the glare, eyes wide, frightened and lost: he does not know the room or her. Glasses on the cord at his chest. Everything outside the beam is black; the dark above him is the quiet area. Only Grandpa.
‹Who's there? Where is this?›谁?这是哪儿?
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Night, POWER CUT: the only light is her own phone. Xiaoyu holds her phone the ordinary way in her right hand at chest height, her thumb on the screen; the torch on its back shines forward to the RIGHT of the picture, towards Grandpa off panel, and the screen's faint glow lights her chin. She looks right, towards him, scared but making her voice calm and slow. Her face in the middle of the panel, NOT in the top quarter. The dark behind her is the quiet area.
‹Grandpa, it's me. Xiaoyu.›外公,是我。小雨。
Night, POWER CUT: the only light is the white phone-torch beam coming from the LEFT. Grandpa squints into it and looks past it to the left, not finding her face: frightened, calling for someone who is not there. Glasses on the cord at his chest. His face in the middle of the panel, NOT in the top quarter. Black dark around him, the quiet area.
‹Meilan? Put the light on, Meilan. I can't see.›美兰?开灯啊,美兰。我看不见。
Meilan was my grandmother.美兰是我外婆。
Night, POWER CUT: the only light is Xiaoyu's phone torch, pointed down at the floor just ahead of their feet, a small white circle on the terrazzo. Xiaoyu walks Grandpa slowly towards his armchair at the right: her left hand holds his big hand, her right hand holds the phone low; her black watch on her LEFT wrist. Grandpa shuffles beside her, a little bent, trusting her but still afraid, his eyes on the circle of light. She reaches his chest. The dark room above them is the quiet area.
Mama was at work till ten. The power company said the cold had broken an old cable. It would be Thursday night before the lights came back.电力公司说,天太冷,一根老电缆冻坏了。要到礼拜四晚上才来电。
Three nights.三个晚上。
Night, POWER CUT: the only light is the glow of Xiaoyu's phone, lying face up on the arm of the armchair; its torch is off. Grandpa sits in his armchair (right) wrapped in a brown wool blanket over his coat, his hands holding the blanket's edge, still uneasy, looking at the dark. Xiaoyu kneels on the floor beside the chair (left), tucking the blanket round his knees, looking up at his face, worried and determined. Her watch on her LEFT wrist. The dark wall above is the quiet area.
Keep him from being frightened. Three nights. With a phone at twenty-three percent.别让他怕。三个晚上呢,手机才剩百分之二十三。
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Night, POWER CUT: the stairwell is pitch dark; the only lights are two torch beams. Xiaoyu has opened Grandpa's front door on the LEFT, her phone torch in her hand; on the landing stands Haoran, wearing a head torch on an elastic band round his head whose white beam shines at her, a battered shoebox held under one arm; one wired earbud in his LEFT ear. His breath shows white in the cold. He grins, pleased with himself. The high window is black. The dark stairwell above is the quiet area. No other people.
Haoran came over with a head torch and a shoebox.浩然戴着头灯,抱着个鞋盒过来了。
Dad's still at work. Our flat's dark too.我爸还在加班。我们家也黑着。
Night, POWER CUT: the only light is Xiaoyu's phone torch from the LEFT on his face, and his own head torch shining down into the shoebox. Haoran lifts the shoebox lid a little, looking at her to the LEFT with an eager, secret-sharing grin; we cannot see inside the box. His face in the middle of the panel, NOT in the top quarter. Dark behind him.
I built something last week. It runs on batteries.我上礼拜做了个东西。用电池的。
Night, POWER CUT: the only light is Haoran's head-torch beam from the RIGHT. Xiaoyu looks right at him, doubtful and hoping: brows up, half a smile. Her face in the middle of the panel, NOT in the top quarter. The dark hallway behind her.
Is it a light?是灯吗?
Better.比灯厉害。
Night, POWER CUT: the only light is Haoran's head torch, pointed down at the round folding table. Haoran sets the board on the table: an old wooden chopping board with a battery box, three black switches, a little chip and one red LED, exactly as its sheet; the LED is OFF, a clear dull red dome with NO glow. Behind him at the left, in the dim edge of the light, Grandpa in his armchair under the blanket watches warily. The dark room above is the quiet area.
Night, POWER CUT: the head torch is off now; the ONLY light is the small red LED on the board, which has just come on, glowing like a red bead. Its soft red light falls on Grandpa's face as he leans forward from the left out of the dark towards it; the fear is going out of his face, replaced by wonder. One switch on the board is up. The rest is black and quiet.
‹…A little red light.›……小红灯。
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Night, POWER CUT: the only light is Haoran's head torch, which he has turned to point up at the ceiling so a soft dim white light spreads over the table, plus the red LED. Grandpa has moved to the round table and sits on the left, coat on, blanket over his shoulders; without seeming to think, his big fingers press the loose battery clip back onto the battery box, neat and sure. Haoran (right) blinks at that. Xiaoyu stands between them at the back. The board in the middle, exactly as its sheet. The dark wall above is the quiet area.
‹It's a neuron. A pretend brain cell.›这是神经元,假的脑细胞。
‹A brain cell? On a chopping board?›砧板上做脑细胞?
Night, POWER CUT: lit by Haoran's head torch from above and by the red LED. Seen from above, the board fills the panel: on the left the black battery box with three AA batteries, a red wire to a column of THREE black toggle switches, each switch's wire running through its own small blue knob, all three meeting at the little black chip on its green board in the middle, a white knob beside the chip, a wire to the red LED on the right, and a black wire back along the bottom to the battery. Haoran's forefinger (only his hand, from the RIGHT edge) touches the three switches. No writing anywhere.
‹Three switches. Each one says yes or no.›三个开关,每个只会说"要"或"不要"。
Night, POWER CUT: lit by the head torch and the glowing red LED. Close on the little black chip with eight metal legs on its small green board, and the white knob beside it; Haoran's fingertip points at the chip. The three wires from the blue knobs come in from the left, one wire goes out to the glowing red LED on the right edge. Plain dark wood around it.
‹The chip adds up the yeses. Enough yeses, and the light comes on.›芯片数有几个"要",够数了灯就亮。
‹The white knob sets how many is enough.›白旋钮管"多少才算够"。
Night, POWER CUT: the only light is the head torch's glow off the ceiling and the red LED. Grandpa touches one of the switches with one fingertip, gingerly, curious now, like a child with a new toy; Xiaoyu watches his face, the first small relief in hers. The board between them. The dark above them is the quiet area.
Grandpa's head is full of real neurons. A brain has about 86 billion of them. Each one listens to thousands of others. When enough of them signal at once, it fires and passes the signal on. Haoran's board copies only that last part.外公的脑子里全是真正的神经元,差不多八百六十亿个。每一个都连着成千上万个别的神经元,收到的信号一多,它就放一下电,把信号往下传。浩然的板子,学的就是最后这一下。
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Night, POWER CUT: lit from below by the red LED and by his head torch's glow off the ceiling. Haoran, seated on the right of the table, holds up three fingers, looking LEFT at the other two off panel, grinning, a game-show host. The board's edge in the foreground. Dark behind him.
‹Let's vote. Three switches, three of us. Up means yes.›咱们投票吧。三个开关,三个人,往上扳就是"同意"。
Night, POWER CUT: the same light. Grandpa, seated on the left, looks RIGHT towards Haoran with a sly smile and taps the edge of the chessboard (the game from before the power cut, pieces still on their squares) at his elbow. Dark behind him.
‹Chess. By torchlight. Who says yes?›打着手电下棋,谁同意?
Night, POWER CUT: the only light is the head torch's glow off the ceiling, dim; the red LED is OFF, a dull red dome with NO glow. Grandpa has flicked his switch (the top one) up and frowns at the dark LED, disappointed, like a boy whose toy won't go. Haoran, opposite, holds up two fingers. The board in the middle. Dark above.
‹One yes isn't enough. The knob's set to two.›一票不够,旋钮调在两票。
Night, POWER CUT: Xiaoyu's finger flicks the second switch up and the red LED blazes on, the brightest thing in the panel, lighting her face from below; she smiles, quick and bright. Her watch on her LEFT wrist. Dark around.
‹Two votes! Chess it is!›两票!下棋!
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Night, POWER CUT: the red glow on his face and the head torch's soft light from the ceiling. Grandpa laughs out loud, head back, slapping the table with one big hand, the fear gone for now. Dark behind him.
THE FIRST PRETEND NEURON. In 1943 McCulloch and Pitts wrote a neuron in maths. Add up the yeses. Reach a set number, the bar, and it fires. It could not learn.第一个假神经元。一九四三年,麦卡洛克和皮茨用数学写出了一个神经元。"要"加起来到了定好的数,它就亮。这个数叫"门槛"。可它不会学。
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Night, POWER CUT: Haoran's head torch, pointed at the chessboard, makes a pool of white light; the red LED glows on the board pushed to the table's side. Grandpa (left) and Xiaoyu (right) play chess FACING EACH OTHER across the Western 8 by 8 board, each one's own pieces nearest them, every piece on a square. Haoran stands behind the table between them, bending his head to aim the torch at the board. Grandpa, mid-move, wears a sly grin. The dark above is the quiet area.
‹Next vote, mine should count double. I'm the oldest.›下回投票,我一票顶两票。我岁数最大。
Night, POWER CUT: lit by the head torch from above and the red LED. Haoran's hand (only his hand, from the RIGHT edge) turns the small blue knob beside the TOP switch with a tiny screwdriver, held between thumb and fingers like a pencil. The other two blue knobs untouched. Plain dark wood around.
‹Your knob, turned up. Now your yes counts as two.›您的旋钮我拧大了,现在您一票顶两票。
Night, POWER CUT: Grandpa flicks ONLY his own top switch up, and the red LED glows; the other two switches are down. He sits back, arms folded, triumphant and pleased with himself, lit red from below. Dark behind him.
‹Ha! I win by myself.›哈!我一个人就赢了。
Night, POWER CUT: only the red LED is lit, glowing, and the head torch's glow from above. The board seen low and close: the top switch up, the other two down, the TOP blue knob turned further round than the other two. Nothing else in the panel; the dark above the board is the quiet area for the box.
WEIGHTS. The blue knob just did what a weight does. A weight says how much one yes counts. A big weight counts a lot. A weight below zero pulls the total down, like a no vote. The neuron adds it all up and checks the bar.权重。蓝旋钮刚才干的,就是权重的活儿。权重管一票"要"算多少。权重大,分量就重。权重是负的,就往下拉,跟投反对票一样。神经元全加起来,再看够不够门槛。
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Night, POWER CUT: the beam of a big black rubber torch comes in through Grandpa's open front door at the left, held by Haoran's father, who stands in the doorway, straight from work in his dark padded jacket over a white shirt, a briefcase in his other hand, tired and strict. The beam lands on Haoran in the foreground right, who has turned round from the table, caught, his head torch pointing at the floor. The dark room above is the quiet area.
Then Haoran's father came home.这时,浩然他爸下班回来了。
‹Haoran. Home. You've a maths test on Friday.›浩然,回家。礼拜五还考数学呢。
Night, POWER CUT: the big torch beam from the LEFT on him. Haoran looks LEFT towards his father, pleading and a little sulky, hands spread. Dark behind him.
‹Dad, the power's off. I can't read anyway.›爸,停电了,书也看不了啊。
Night, POWER CUT, an ordinary family evening: the children's school science-kit board lies on the round family table in the foreground at the bottom right, beside the chessboard, its one little light glowing like a night light; Haoran's father, a tired office dad in his coat and slippers, stands in the doorway lit only by the spill of his own torch, and looks RIGHT and down at the homework toy on the table, his mouth tight, unimpressed, a strict but ordinary parent. His face in the middle of the panel, NOT in the top quarter. Dark around him.
‹Then read by torch. Not toys.›那就打手电看,别瞎玩。
Night, POWER CUT: lit by the red LED and Haoran's head torch. Haoran, about to go, slides the glowing board across the table towards Grandpa with both hands, looking at him; quiet and kind. Grandpa looks down at the little red light, holding the blanket at his chest. The dark above is the quiet area.
‹Keep it, Grandpa Chen. It's your light now.›陈爷爷,您留着吧。这灯归您了。
Night, POWER CUT: the only lights are Haoran's head torch and Xiaoyu's phone torch. Haoran stops at his own front door on the RIGHT and looks back LEFT at Xiaoyu in Grandpa's doorway; his grin is gone, embarrassed. The open door behind him is black. The dark stairwell above is the quiet area.
Tomorrow I'll teach it real rules. If I can work out the numbers. Maths isn't my thing.明天教它几条真规矩。就怕我算不出来,我数学不好。
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Late at night, POWER CUT: the ONLY light in the whole room is the small red LED on the board, which stands on the round table beside Grandpa. Grandpa sleeps sitting in his armchair pulled up to the table, wrapped in the blanket, one hand resting on the table next to the switches, his face peaceful in the faint red. Xiaoyu sleeps curled on the sofa at the right under a quilt, in her coat, her phone dark and dead in her loose hand. The rest of the room is deep blue-black; the dark above is the quiet area.
My phone died at midnight.半夜,我的手机没电了。
Grandpa slept with his hand by the switches. His own yes kept the little light on all night.外公睡着了,手还放在开关旁边。他自己那一票,让小红灯亮了一整夜。
The next day, late afternoon, already dusk at five o'clock; the school has power, the gate lamp and the guard hut window are lit warm yellow (this is not the tower block). Xiaoyu (left) has caught Lili (right) by the sleeve of her red coat at the school gate; both carry school bags. Lili, the same height as Xiaoyu, turns with her arms folded and one eyebrow up, sharp and suspicious. Bare trees behind; the dusk sky above is the quiet area. No other children close; two small figures far off.
Next day, I asked the best in our class for help.第二天放学,我去找了全班数学最好的人。
‹You beat me in the reading test by one mark. Now you want my help?›阅读测验你比我多一分,现在倒来求我了?
Dusk at the school gate, the warm gate lamp behind. Xiaoyu looks RIGHT at Lili, choosing her Chinese carefully, with a small sly gleam: she knows exactly what will work. Her face in the middle of the panel, NOT in the top quarter. Bare trees behind, quiet.
‹A Year Seven boy… can't do the sums.›有个初一的男生……算不出来。
Dusk at the school gate. Lili's suspicious face breaks into a sharp, delighted, competitive grin; she hitches her school bag up her shoulder, ready to go, looking LEFT at Xiaoyu. Her tight high ponytail with its red tie. The dusk sky behind her is the quiet area.
‹A Year Seven boy? Show me.›初一的?带我去看看。
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The second night, POWER CUT: the only lights are Lili's phone torch, held in her hand pointing at the table, Haoran's head torch, and the red LED on the board between them. Lili, still in her red coat, stands with her phone in one hand and the other on her hip, looking down at Haoran with a smug grin. Haoran, seated, looks up at her, offended, defensive. The dark above is the quiet area.
The second night. Lili's mum said she could stay till eight.第二个晚上。丽丽妈妈准她待到八点。
‹So you're the Year Seven boy who can't add?›就你呀,不会加法的初一男生?
Night, POWER CUT: lit by Lili's phone torch from the LEFT and the red LED from below. Haoran pushes his glasses up his nose, prickly, his pride stung, looking LEFT at her. Dark behind.
‹It's not adding. It's a neuron.›这不叫加法,这叫神经元。
Night, POWER CUT: the only light is the head torch's soft glow off the ceiling and the LED. The board between them; a strip of white tape holds the THIRD (bottom) switch down; Grandpa's hand is on the top switch, Xiaoyu's on the middle one: one switch each. Grandpa, keen and playful, sets the rule like a teacher setting a puzzle, one finger raised. Xiaoyu grins. The dark above is the quiet area.
‹New game. Two players. The light only comes on if we both say yes. Together.›换个玩法。两个人,都同意了灯才亮。得一起。
‹Each switch counts one. Both together make two. One alone makes one.›每个开关算一。两个一起是二,一个是一。
Night, POWER CUT: her phone lies face down on the table with its torch shining up, lighting her sheet and her face. Lili writes fast on a sheet of squared school paper with a pencil, sure and quick, NOT looking up; the sheet shows only pencil scribble, NOT readable. Dark behind her.
‹So the bar is two. The light needs two yeses.›那门槛就是二。要两票,灯才亮。
Night, POWER CUT: lit by the LED and his head torch. Haoran stares at the white knob, a tiny screwdriver in his hand, helpless and annoyed, because the knob has no numbers on it at all. Dark behind.
‹Great. And where on this knob is two?›行啊。旋钮上哪儿是二?
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Night, POWER CUT: lit by the head torch's glow and the red LED. Grandpa has taken the tiny screwdriver and gives the white knob a small turn, patient and unhurried, his eyes on the LED. His other hand flicks one switch. Glasses now ON his nose, because he is looking at something small. The dark above is the quiet area.
Grandpa didn't do sums. He flicked the switches, and every time the light got it wrong, he turned the knob a little.外公不列算式。他扳扳开关,灯一错,就把旋钮拧一点。
‹Wrong. A bit more. …Wrong. Back a bit.›不对。再拧一点。……不对。回一点。
Night, POWER CUT: both their switches are up and the red LED glows; Grandpa and Xiaoyu look at each other across the board and grin. Lit red from below and by the head torch's soft glow. Dark above.
‹Together!›一起!
In 1958 Frank Rosenblatt built a neuron that turned its own knobs, the perceptron. Like Grandpa, it turned them a little after each wrong answer.一九五八年,罗森布拉特做出了会自己拧旋钮的神经元,叫"感知机"。它跟外公一样,答错一次,就拧一点点。
Night, POWER CUT: lit by Lili's phone torch and the LED glow. Lili taps her pencil on her sheet (scribble only, NOT readable), cool and fast; Haoran, beside her, leans in to see, grudging. Dark above.
‹New game. Any yes, it lights.›换个玩法。有人同意就亮。
‹Easy. Drop the bar to one.›简单。门槛降到一。
Together (AND)一起(与)Grandpa外公Xiaoyu小雨Light灯off关off关on开off关off关on开on开on开each switch on counts 1开一个开关算 1bar 2, the light needs both门槛 2,两个都开才亮Either (OR)任一(或)Grandpa外公Xiaoyu小雨Light灯off关off关on开off关off关on开on开on开each switch on counts 1开一个开关算 1bar 1, one yes is enough门槛 1,一个开就够
Two games, one board. Only the bar moved. McCulloch and Pitts showed that neurons like this, joined together, can work out any yes-or-no rule.一块板子,两种玩法,只动了门槛。麦卡洛克和皮茨证明过,这样的神经元连起来,什么"是或否"的规则都能算。
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Night, POWER CUT: lit by the LED and the head torch's soft glow off the ceiling. Grandpa, enjoying himself now, raises one finger with a sly, proud smile, about to set a harder puzzle, looking RIGHT at the children. Glasses back on the cord at his chest. Dark behind him.
‹Now a hard one. Make it like the light on our stairs.›来个难的。照咱们楼梯那盏灯做。
Night, POWER CUT: lit by the LED from below. Xiaoyu tilts her head, looking LEFT at Grandpa, puzzled. Dark behind.
‹The stairs… light?›楼梯的……灯?
A memory panel, soft-edged, in calm daylight colours (NOT the power cut): one flight of the stairwell seen side-on, a round ceiling lamp lit over the middle of the flight; one plain white wall switch at the bottom of the flight and one at the top. Grandpa, small in the picture, stands at the bottom flicking the bottom switch with one finger, looking up at the lamp. The plain upper wall is the quiet area.
‹One switch downstairs, one upstairs. Flip either one and the light changes.›楼下一个开关,楼上一个开关。随便扳哪个,灯就变。
‹I wired it myself, back when I worked at the radio factory.›那是我在无线电厂那会儿亲手接的。
Night, POWER CUT: lit by his head torch and the LED. Haoran counts on his fingers, working it out aloud, looking at the board, eager. Dark behind.
‹So if one of you says yes, light on. If both say yes, light off. Easy.›就是说,一个人开,灯亮。两个人都开,灯灭。简单嘛。
Night, POWER CUT: lit by the head torch and the LED, which is glowing. Grandpa's and Xiaoyu's switches are both up and the light is ON, which is wrong; Haoran (right) jabs the white knob with the screwdriver, frustrated; Grandpa (left) frowns at the red light. Dark above.
Bar high, and one switch alone couldn't light it. Bar low, and both switches lit it too. We tried for an hour.门槛一高,单开一个就不亮。门槛一低,两个都开也亮。我们折腾了一个钟头。
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Night, POWER CUT: lit by the LED (dark now, NO glow) and the head torch's soft glow off the ceiling. Grandpa has let go of the screwdriver; he sits back, hands in his lap, shrunken and unsure, looking at nothing; the old fear creeping back into his face. Xiaoyu, opposite, looks at him, alarmed. The dark above is the quiet area.
‹Maybe I've got it wrong. Maybe the stairs never worked like that. My head…›怕是我记错了。楼梯的灯,兴许根本不是这样。我这脑子……
Night, POWER CUT: lit dimly from the side by the head torch's glow. Xiaoyu's face hardens with resolve, eyes on Grandpa off panel to the LEFT, jaw set. Her face in the middle of the panel, NOT in the top quarter. Dark around.
He wasn't wrong. I go up and down those stairs every day. I had to show him.他没记错。那楼梯我天天走。我得证明给他看。
Night, POWER CUT: her phone face down on the table, torch up, lighting her sheet of squared paper and her face. Lili has been writing all this time; she lays her pencil down and looks up to the RIGHT at the others, very sure, a little grim. The sheet shows scribble only, NOT readable. Dark behind.
‹Stop turning. It can't be done. Not with one neuron. Look.›别拧了。一个神经元,怎么拧都做不到。你们看。
Night, POWER CUT: lit by her phone torch from below the sheet. Over Lili's shoulder (her red coat sleeve, her tight high ponytail with the red tie at the edge): her pencil tip on a line of her sheet of squared paper, which faces her and us; the lines are pencil scribble, NOT readable. Dark around.
‹Both off, it's dark. So the bar is above zero. Each switch alone lights it. So each one reaches the bar.›两个都关,灯灭,说明门槛比零高。单开一个就亮,说明每个开关自己就够得着门槛。
‹So both together reach it twice over. It has to light.›那两个一起开,够门槛两回,灯非亮不可。
Night, POWER CUT: lit by the LED's faint light from below and Lili's torch from the LEFT. Haoran stares LEFT at Lili's sheet, mouth open, then slowly understanding: beaten, and fair about it. Dark behind.
‹…She's right.›……她说得对。
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off关off关on开on开Grandpa's switch外公的开关Xiaoyu's switch小雨的开关✗✗light on灯亮light off灯灭
The stair light. Each dot is one way to set the two switches. The two lit dots sit in opposite corners. One neuron can only split the dots with one straight line, lit on one side, dark on the other. No line puts both lit dots on the same side.楼梯灯。每个点是两个开关的一种扳法。两个亮点正好在对角。一个神经元只能画一条直线,把点分成两边,一边亮,一边灭。这条线怎么画,两个亮点都分不到同一边。
Night, POWER CUT: Haoran's father stands in Grandpa's open front doorway at the left, his big black rubber torch beam pointed into the room at the RIGHT, its light on the table off panel; he looks RIGHT at Lili's sheet in the light, his face cold, his mouth thin. His face in the middle of the panel, NOT in the top quarter. The black landing behind him.
‹A primary-school girl does your sums for you, and you've a test on Friday?›让个小学生帮你算?礼拜五还考不考了?
Night, POWER CUT: the big torch beam from the LEFT on them both. Lili hugs her sheet to her chest, embarrassed, eyes down; Haoran stands up, red-faced and silent, looking at the floor. Dark above.
‹…Coming.›……来了。
Later that night, POWER CUT: the only light is the red LED, glowing, because Grandpa holds his switch up alone. Grandpa sits at the round table in his coat and blanket, flicking his one switch on, off, on, off, slowly, staring at the little light, lost in thought, sad. Xiaoyu sits on the sofa at the right with her knees up, watching him, unhappy. The dark above is the quiet area.
After they'd gone, Grandpa sat flicking his switch, on and off.他们走后,外公坐在那儿,把开关扳上,扳下,又扳上。
‹I wired that light myself. I'm sure I did.›那盏灯是我亲手接的。我记得的啊。
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The third night, POWER CUT: the only light is Grandpa's old silver metal torch standing on its end on the table, its beam pointing straight up at the ceiling so a soft dim white light falls over the board, plus the red LED on the neuron board at the table's edge. Grandpa (left) and Xiaoyu (right) play chess FACING EACH OTHER across the Western 8 by 8 board, each one's own pieces nearest them, every piece on a square. Xiaoyu reaches for her queen, aiming at his rook. The dark above is the quiet area.
The last night. Haoran's father was home, so Haoran was studying. Mama was down in the yard with the repair men.最后一个晚上。浩然他爸在家,浩然只好在屋里复习。妈妈在楼下,跟修电缆的师傅说话。
Night, POWER CUT: lit softly by the silver torch's light off the ceiling. Grandpa stops Xiaoyu's move with a gentle raised hand, palm towards her, NOT touching her; he looks RIGHT at her, warm, teacherly, clear. Glasses on the cord at his chest. Dark behind.
‹You can't get there in one move. Move your knight first. Then the next move wins.›一步到不了。先跳马,下一步就赢。
Night, POWER CUT: the silver torch's soft light from the ceiling. Grandpa taps his own temple twice with one finger and smiles at Xiaoyu; she listens, then her eyes slide away from him, down and to the side, towards the neuron board at the edge of the table with its red light: an idea starting. The chessboard between them. Dark above.
‹Look two moves ahead.›要看两步。
Night, POWER CUT, a calm homely moment: the children's school science-kit board lies on the round family table next to the chessboard and a glass of green tea, the silver torch's soft light from above. Close on the board as Xiaoyu sees it: a friendly classroom learning toy with the two switches, the one chip and one small glowing light, like a night light. Gentle, cosy, a little magical. Quiet dark around.
One neuron can't do it in one move.一个神经元,一步做不到。
Night, POWER CUT: lit from below by the red LED. Xiaoyu's eyes go wide, her lips part: she has it. Her face in the middle of the panel, NOT in the top quarter. Dark behind.
So do it in two.那就走两步。
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Night, POWER CUT: the bare bulb over the balcony is OFF with NO glow; the city lights beyond the river are far off and dim; the only lights are Grandpa's old silver torch in Xiaoyu's hand, pointed down at the balcony floor, and Haoran's head torch inside his room. Xiaoyu, in her coat, taps on Haoran's window from the cold shared balcony, her breath white. Inside, Haoran sits at his desk over an open textbook by his head torch; he turns his head towards the tap, startled. The cold dark sky is the quiet area.
Haoran's window opened onto our balcony too.浩然家的窗,也开在我们那条阳台上。
tap tap笃 笃
Night, POWER CUT. WE ARE INSIDE Haoran's dark room looking OUT through his open window: the dark window frame and the edge of the open glass pane run down the RIGHT edge of the panel, and the inside sill runs along the bottom. Xiaoyu stands OUTSIDE on the cold shared balcony in her winter coat and red tartan scarf, leaning in toward the gap, lit on her face by Haoran's head torch from the RIGHT. She whispers fast, her hands making two steps in the air, one then the other; eager. Her breath white in the cold. Behind HER is only the outdoors: the balcony railing, the dark night sky and the far dim city lights over the river. NO curtain, NO room wall, NO furniture behind her.
Two questions. Is anyone on? Are both on? First yes, second no, and red lights.问两句。有人开吗?都开了吗?头一句是,第二句不是,红灯就亮。
Night, POWER CUT. WE ARE OUTSIDE on the cold balcony looking IN through Haoran's open window: the outside of the window frame (pale painted wall, the frame's edge) runs down the LEFT edge of the panel, and the outside sill runs along the bottom. Haoran is INSIDE his room in his dark hoodie and red top, his head torch on, leaning toward the gap with his forearms on the inside sill, glasses pushed up, getting it: astonishment growing into excitement. Behind HIM is only his dark bedroom: a bookshelf, a corner of his bed and his desk with the open textbook, lit faintly by the head torch. NO balcony, NO railing, NO plants, NO sky and NO river behind him.
That's a hidden layer. You just invented a hidden layer.这就是隐藏层啊。你自己发明了隐藏层。
Night, POWER CUT: the only lights are Haoran's head torch and Grandpa's silver torch in Xiaoyu's hand. Haoran has climbed out of his window onto the shared balcony in his coat and creeps along it after Xiaoyu towards Grandpa's glass balcony doors at the left, a small clear plastic bag of little black chips, LEDs and wires in his hand, glancing back over his shoulder at his own window, guilty and thrilled. The bare bulb is OFF, no glow. The dark sky is the quiet area.
He had a bag of spare chips. His father was in the next room.他有一小袋备用芯片。他爸就在隔壁屋。
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Night, POWER CUT: lit by the silver torch's glow off the ceiling. Xiaoyu holds her own phone to her ear (charged at school that day), the ordinary way, listening hard, eyes on the board off panel to the RIGHT. Dark behind.
We phoned Lili to check the numbers.我们打电话给丽丽,让她核一下数。
‹Anyone on? Bar one. Both on? Bar two. All four ways of setting the switches work.›有没有人开?门槛一。都开了?门槛二。四种扳法全对。
Night, POWER CUT: lit by his head torch. Haoran tries to twist a wire end into a screw terminal on the new small green board, but his hands shake (cold, and his father next door); the wire end slips. His face above, tense, glancing at the wall towards his own flat. Dark around.
Night, POWER CUT: Xiaoyu (off panel) holds the silver torch so its beam falls on Grandpa's hands, and Haoran's head torch adds its light. Grandpa has taken the screwdriver; his big hands work quickly and neatly, stripping a wire end with his thumbnail, twisting it, screwing it down, the way a man does who has done it ten thousand times. Glasses ON his nose for the small work. His face is calm and absorbed, no fear in it at all. Haoran (right) watches, astonished. The board as its sheet: the new small green board in the middle with two chips. Dark above.
‹You've done this before.›您干过这个。
‹Years at the radio factory. My head forgets. My hands don't.›在无线电厂干了好些年。脑子会忘,手不会。
Night, POWER CUT: lit from above by the silver torch. The finished board seen from above, exactly as its sheet: on the left the battery box and two switches in use (the third taped down with white tape); in the MIDDLE the new small green board with two little chips, a GREEN LED by the top one and a YELLOW LED by the bottom one; from the switches, wires to BOTH middle chips; from the green one a red wire to the old chip on the right, from the yellow one a BLUE wire to the old chip's white-knob side; the red LED at the far right. All three LEDs OFF, no glow. No writing.
Two neurons in the middle. Green asks "is anyone on?" Yellow asks "are both on?" The red one listens to them, not to the switches.中间两个神经元。绿的问:有人开吗?黄的问:两个都开了吗?红的不听开关,只听它们俩。
Night, POWER CUT: lit by the silver torch. Close on the middle green board with its two chips, the green LED and the yellow LED (both off, no glow), and the red and blue wires leaving it to the right. Plain dark wood around; the top of the panel quiet for the box.
A HIDDEN LAYER. Neurons in the middle, between the switches and the last light. Their answers never show on the outside, so people call them hidden. They turn the question into one the last neuron can answer.隐藏层。夹在开关和最后那盏灯中间的神经元。它们的答案外面看不见,所以叫"隐藏"。它们把问题换个问法,让最后那个神经元答得上来。
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Night, POWER CUT: the silver torch standing on end lighting the ceiling softly; on the board GRANDPA'S switch is up and Xiaoyu's is down: the GREEN LED glows, the YELLOW is dark with no glow, the RED glows. Grandpa leans in, delighted, his finger still on his switch. Xiaoyu holds her breath, her hand over her own switch. Dark above.
‹I'm downstairs. Light on.›我在楼下。灯亮。
Night, POWER CUT: Xiaoyu's finger flicks her switch up, so BOTH switches are up: the GREEN LED glows, the YELLOW LED glows, and the RED LED has gone OFF, a dull dome with no glow. Her watch on her LEFT wrist. Lit by the torch from above and the green and yellow glow.
‹I'm upstairs. Light off.›我在楼上。灯灭。
click咔
Night, POWER CUT: lit by the green and yellow LED glow from below and the torch from above. Grandpa throws his head back and laughs, eyes wet, both hands up, like a man who has just won a long game. Dark behind.
‹Just like our stairs!›跟咱们楼梯一模一样!
Night, POWER CUT: lit by the torch's glow and the LEDs. Grandpa reaches across the table and takes Xiaoyu's hand in his big one, his eyes wet, relieved; Xiaoyu smiles back, tearful and proud. Haoran stands behind the table between them, grinning, his head torch switched off, quiet. The board in the middle. The dark above is the quiet area.
‹So I wasn't wrong.›我没记错嘛。
‹You weren't. It just needed two moves.›没错。就是要走两步。
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hidden layer隐藏层last light最后的灯Grandpa外公Xiaoyu小雨Greenanyone on?绿灯有人开吗Yellowboth on?黄灯都开了吗Redgreen on, yellow off红灯绿亮、黄不亮off关off关on开off关off关on开on开on开Red lights for one switch alone, like the stairs只开一个,红灯亮,跟楼梯一样
The stair light in two steps. Green asks, is anyone's switch on? Yellow asks, are both on? Red lights when green says yes and yellow says no.楼梯灯分两步。绿灯问,有没有人开?黄灯问,是不是两个都开?绿灯说是、黄灯说不是,红灯就亮。
Night, POWER CUT: lit by the LED glow from below and the torch from above. Haoran, excited, holds up his two flat hands one above the other like floors of a building. His head and body are turned three-quarters toward the VIEWER'S LEFT: his nose points to the left edge of the picture and his eyes look left, at the others off panel. So we see his LEFT cheek and his LEFT ear, with the one white earbud in it and its wire hanging down. The room behind him is the same living room as the other panels, seen from the same side: the front door on the viewer's left, the glass cabinet on the right. Dark behind.
‹Three little neurons made the stair light. With millions, a computer can learn to see faces.›三个小神经元,就做出了楼梯灯。有几百万个,电脑就能学会认脸。
Night, POWER CUT: lit softly by the torch and the LEDs. Grandpa taps his temple, a wry, gentle smile, looking RIGHT at Haoran. Dark behind.
‹Millions? My head has eighty-six billion neurons. I can spare a few.›几百万?我脑子里有八百六十亿个呢,丢几个不要紧。
Night, POWER CUT: lit by the torch and the LEDs. Xiaoyu laughs with wet eyes at Grandpa's joke, off panel to the LEFT; Haoran beside her laughs too, then looks down at the board, thinking. The dark above is the quiet area.
And each real neuron in your head does more than this whole board.而且你脑袋里随便一个真神经元,都比这整块板子厉害。
WHY MORE LAYERS HELP. Small steps build big ones, the way letters make words and words make sentences. In a network that looks at photos, the first layers find edges, the next find shapes, the last find faces.为什么多几层有用。小步搭成大步,就像字母拼成词,词连成句子。看照片的网络里,前几层找边,中间几层找形状,最后几层认脸。
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Night, POWER CUT: the big black torch beam slams in through the open front door at the LEFT, held by Haoran's father, who has found his son's room empty; his face is hard, furious, tired. The beam lands on Haoran by the table at the right, who freezes with one hand on the board, the three LEDs glowing in front of him. The dark above is the quiet area.
‹Your teacher phoned. Fifty-eight out of a hundred on today's practice paper. And you're here playing with wires.›你们老师打电话来了。今天的练习卷,五十八分。你倒好,跑这儿玩电线。
Night, POWER CUT, a family quarrel about homework: lit by his own torch, now tucked under his arm, and the little lights. Haoran's father, a tired office dad, picks up the children's school science-kit board from the family table with both hands, like a parent confiscating a toy, its little coloured lights still glowing; his jaw is set, stern and disappointed, his eyes look AWAY from everyone, to the side. His face in the middle of the panel, NOT in the top quarter. Dark behind.
Night, POWER CUT: lit only by the torch beam swinging past him from the RIGHT. Grandpa half rises from his chair, one hand reaching out a little towards the board off panel to the LEFT, bewildered and hurt. Glasses on the cord at his chest. Dark behind.
‹That's… that's my light.›那是……那是我的灯。
Night, POWER CUT, a sad ordinary moment: lit by his own torch under his arm. On the quiet landing of the family's block of flats, Haoran's father, a tired office dad seen from behind, lets the swing lid of the tall grey household rubbish bin beside the top of the stairs fall shut, his hand just leaving it; the lid still swinging. Nothing else in his hands. His face turned away from us, NOT visible. The black stairwell above is the quiet area.
clunk咣
Night, POWER CUT, a quiet sad still life: the dark landing of an ordinary block of flats, a tall grey household rubbish bin with a swing lid, and a faint soft green and red glow seeping out through the gap of the swing lid, like a forgotten night light inside. The only light in the panel. Soft darkness all round.
It was still lit.它还亮着。
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Night, POWER CUT: lit only by his own torch. Haoran's father stands at his own open front door on the RIGHT, looking back LEFT at his son off panel, his face stiff; then he goes in, leaving the door open behind him. Dark landing.
‹Home. Now.›回家。马上。
Night, POWER CUT: lit only by the faint glow from the rubbish bin beside him. Haoran sits down on the top step instead of going in, elbows on his knees, his head torch dark, staring down the black stairs. His face is still, hurt beyond tears. Dark around.
Night, POWER CUT: the only light is Grandpa's silver torch, which Xiaoyu has set on the step between them pointing at the wall, and the faint LED glow from the bin above them. Haoran (left) and Xiaoyu (right) sit on the same top step a little apart, one body's width of clear step between them, knees up, in their coats, breath white. He looks straight ahead down the dark stairs; she looks at him. The dark stairwell above is the quiet area.
One day I'll go to America. And I'll never come back.总有一天,我要去美国。再也不回来。
Night, POWER CUT: lit softly by the silver torch from below. Xiaoyu looks LEFT at Haoran, no words, her mouth closed, sad and serious. Her face in the middle of the panel, NOT in the top quarter. Dark behind.
He said it like a joke. He wasn't joking.他像在说笑。可他是认真的。
Night: the POWER COMES BACK. The round ceiling lamp over the flight of stairs flicks on, warm yellow, and floods the stairwell with light, the same lamp Grandpa remembered on page 11; the high window now shows other lit windows across the yard. Haoran and Xiaoyu, small on the top step below, both look up at the lamp, blinking, faces lit. The lit wall above is the quiet area.
Thursday night, half past nine. The stair light came on first.礼拜四晚上九点半。最先亮起来的,是楼梯那盏灯。
click咔
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Winter night outside the old six-storey tower block: every window is lit again, warm yellow, one after another; the stairwell windows glow; small dark figures of neighbours lean out on two balconies. Bare trees and frost in the yard below, two repair men in hard hats packing up beside a small van. The dark sky above is the quiet area.
All over the block, the lights came back.整栋楼的灯,一盏接一盏亮了。
Night, the stair lamp on, normal warm light now. Xiaoyu lifts the board out of the tall grey rubbish bin with both hands, carefully, wires hanging; a tea bag and a scrap of paper slide off it. The three small LEDs look tiny and pale in the bright stair light. Haoran's door on the right is shut now. Her face is set and calm.
Night, the lights on again: the ceiling lamp warm, the heater glowing orange. Xiaoyu sets the board on the round table in front of Grandpa, a bit of rubbish still stuck to its edge; Grandpa, seated on the right, looks at it, then up at her, and his whole face softens. Glasses on the cord at his chest. The lit wall above is the quiet area.
‹Your light, Grandpa.›外公,你的灯。
A later winter night, the power on but the room dark because Grandpa has turned the lamp off to sleep: Grandpa in bed under a thick quilt, propped on one elbow, flicks one switch on the board on his bedside table; the green and red LEDs glow small, lighting his face, which is peaceful and content. His notebook lies closed on the table beside the board. The dark room above is the quiet area.
Grandpa kept it by his bed all winter. Some nights he flicked a switch in the dark, just to see his light.那一冬,外公都把它放在床头。有时夜里,他摸黑扳一下开关,就为看看他的灯。
Haoran never asked for it back.浩然一直没来要回去。
Next: Chapter 5. Learning from Mistakes.下一章:第五章 从错误里学
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The ideas, a little slower

Some of this chapter was left to the pictures, so the dark nights could stay quiet. Here it is in words.

On page 10 Grandpa turns the white knob a little each time the light gets it wrong. That is how Frank Rosenblatt's perceptron learned in 1958. It moved only the knobs of the switches that were on, and only after a wrong answer. Rosenblatt later built it as a real machine, with an eye made of light sensors and small motors to turn its knobs.

On page 11 Grandpa asks for the stair light. One switch downstairs, one upstairs, and either one changes the light. Engineers call this rule XOR. It is the simplest rule one neuron can never learn, however its knobs are set.

On page 12 Lili shows why without a single number. With both switches off the light is dark, so the bar is above nothing. Either switch alone lights it, so each one reaches the bar by itself. Then both together reach it too, and the light comes on just when it should stay off. The picture on page 13 says it another way. One neuron can draw only one straight line, and the stair light's two lit corners sit across from each other.

In 1969 Marvin Minsky and Seymour Papert proved this in a book called Perceptrons. Many people gave up on boards like Haoran's for years, and the book is often blamed for that. It is not quite fair. Minsky and Papert knew a second layer could make the stair light. What nobody knew yet was how a machine could set the knobs in that hidden layer by itself. That is Chapter 5.

On page 17 the stair light works. Green and yellow look at the switches and tell red something new, "someone is on" and "both are on". From there red needs only one straight line. That is all a hidden layer does, and it is the smallest picture of deep learning there is.

What is true here

Eighty-six billion real ones

A human brain has about 86 billion neurons. Each one hears from thousands of others and fires when enough of them speak at once. Haoran's board borrows only three ideas from this. There are many inputs, each has its own strength, and the total has to cross a bar.

A real neuron is far richer. In 2021 three scientists in Jerusalem trained a computer network to copy a detailed model of one brain cell, and it needed seven layers to do it. That is what Haoran means on page 18. Whether the brain learns anything like the way these networks learn is still an open question.

The first neuron on paper

In 1943 Warren McCulloch and Walter Pitts wrote down the first neuron in maths. Inputs of 0 or 1 are added up, and the neuron says 1 when the sum reaches the bar. Wired together, such neurons can work out any yes-or-no rule. But their wires were fixed. They could not learn.

Lili's numbers

A weight says how much one input counts, and a negative weight is a vote against. With both weights at 1, a bar of 2 gives "and" and a bar of 1 gives "or". Textbooks often write 1.5 and 0.5, and the light behaves just the same.

Xiaoyu's two steps use exactly these. Green is "or", with a bar of 1. Yellow is "and", with a bar of 2. Red counts green at +1 and yellow at −1, with a bar of 1, so it lights only when green says yes and yellow says no.

A machine that learned from its mistakes

Rosenblatt's perceptron first ran as a program, and around 1960 it became a real machine, the Mark I Perceptron. Its rule came with a promise. If any setting of the knobs gets every example right, the perceptron will find one. Albert Novikoff proved this in 1962.

Wide or deep

One hidden layer, if it is wide enough, can copy almost any sensible rule. George Cybenko proved this in 1989, and Kurt Hornik and his colleagues proved it another way the same year. Some rules, though, need far fewer neurons when the network is deep. In networks that look at pictures, the early layers find edges, the middle layers find shapes, and the later layers find parts and then whole things.

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What is pretend

Bridge City, Xiaoyu, Grandpa Chen, Haoran, his father, Lili, the power cut, the maths test and the board. A real board like Haoran's would use a small comparator chip for each neuron, with a trimmer knob for each weight and one for the bar. The drawing keeps only what a reader needs to follow the wires. Grandpa's illness is not drawn from any real person, and the story makes no medical claim.

Who made this

Yingying Fu created this manga. She chose the story and its people, directed every page, and edited every word and picture. The words were drafted with Claude, an AI by Anthropic. The pictures are made with AI image generation, painted panel by panel from her direction and checked and corrected by hand.

慢慢再讲一遍

这一章有些道理留给了画面,好让那几个黑夜静一点。这里用文字再讲一遍。

第十页,灯一错,外公就把白旋钮拧一点。一九五八年,罗森布拉特的“感知机”就是这么学的。它只在答错以后才动手,也只动开着的那几个开关的旋钮。后来罗森布拉特真把它造成了机器,眼睛是一排感光元件,旋钮靠小马达来转。

第十一页,外公要的是楼梯灯。楼下一个开关,楼上一个开关,随便扳哪个,灯都跟着变。工程师管这叫“异或”。一个神经元,旋钮怎么拧都学不会它,这是它学不会的规则里最简单的一条。

第十二页,丽丽一个数也没用,就把道理讲透了。两个开关都关,灯不亮,说明门槛比零高。随便开一个灯就亮,说明每个开关单独都够得着门槛。那两个一起开,更够得着,灯非亮不可,可楼梯灯这时偏偏该灭。第十三页的图换了个说法。一个神经元只能画一条直线,楼梯灯亮的两个角却斜对着,一条线分不开。

一九六九年,明斯基和佩珀特写了一本书,叫《感知机》,把这件事证明了。好多人从此多年不碰浩然这样的板子,这本书也常被说成罪魁祸首。这么说不太公平。他们知道,加一层就做得出楼梯灯。那时谁也不知道的,是机器怎么自己去拧中间那一层的旋钮。这个,第五章再讲。

第十七页,楼梯灯成了。中间的绿灯和黄灯先看开关,再换个说法告诉红灯,“有人开了”,“两个都开了”。到了红灯这儿,一条直线就够了。隐藏层干的就是这件事,这也是深度学习最小的样子。

哪些是真的

八百六十亿个真的

人的大脑里大约有八百六十亿个神经元。每一个都连着成千上万个别的神经元,同时收到的信号一多,它就放电。浩然的板子只借了三样东西。输入有好多个,每个输入分量不同,加起来过了门槛才亮。

真的神经元要复杂得多。二〇二一年,耶路撒冷的三位科学家训练一个电脑网络,去模仿一个脑细胞的精细模型,结果要七层才学得像。浩然在第十八页说的就是这个。大脑学东西的办法跟这些网络像不像,到今天还没有定论。

纸上的第一个神经元

一九四三年,麦卡洛克和皮茨头一回用数学写出了神经元。输入是0或1,加起来够到门槛,就输出1。这样的神经元连起来,什么“是或否”的规则都算得出。可它们的线是焊死的,不会学。

丽丽的数

权重就是一个输入占多少分量,负的权重等于投反对票。两个权重都是1,门槛定成2,就是“与”。门槛定成1,就是“或”。课本上常写1.5和0.5,灯亮灯灭完全一样。

小雨的两步,用的正是这些数。绿灯是“或”,门槛1。黄灯是“与”,门槛2。红灯听绿灯算+1,听黄灯算−1,门槛是1,所以只有绿灯说是、黄灯说不是,它才亮。

从错里学的机器

罗森布拉特的感知机,起先是电脑上的一个程序,一九六〇年前后造成了真机器,叫“马克一号感知机”。它的学法还附带一个保证。只要旋钮有一种拧法能把所有例子都做对,它就一定找得到。一九六二年,诺维科夫证明了这一点。

宽一点,还是深一点

理论上,一个隐藏层只要够宽,差不多什么合理的规则都模仿得出来。一九八九年赛本科证明了这一点,同一年霍尼克和同事换了个办法也证明了。可有些规则,网络深一点,用的神经元就少得多。看图的网络里,前几层找边,中间几层找形状,后面几层先认出零件,再认出整个东西。

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哪些是虚构的

桥城、小雨、陈外公、浩然和他爸爸、丽丽,还有那次停电、那场数学考试和那块板子,都是编的。真要做浩然那样的板子,每个神经元得用一个小比较器芯片,每个权重和门槛各配一个微调旋钮。画里只留了跟着电线看得懂的那部分。外公的病不是照着哪个真人写的,故事也不作任何医学上的判断。

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