After Celeste and Matthias greeted Bryson and the others, the symposium officially began.
Celeste and Matthias were seated in the front row, near the center. While Wynn sat in the second row.
As representatives of the new generation, both Celeste and Matthias were invited on stage to share their approaches and experiences in learning and conducting research, as a reference for the students in the audience.
Once the segment ended and the discussion session began, many of the prominent experts at the event were the first to approach Celeste and Matthias.
These experts were all fairly well-known within the country, and each had their own specialized research focus.
Whether the topic was convolutional neural networks, embodied intelligence implementation, multimodal interaction, or something else entirely, Celeste handled them all with ease.
She even offered insights and suggestions on issues troubling these experts—like missing modalities and computational efficiency—which made their eyes light up as they listened.
Many of them wished they could keep talking to her forever.
There were quite a few prominent experts present, all deeply engaged in their respective fields.
It didn't take long for them to tell whether someone truly had substance—just listening for a short while was enough.
"Come on, Drew, you've had her ear for ages. Give the rest of us a turn, will you?"
"Exactly! At least let us take turns. You've been monopolizing her this whole time!"
"What's the rush? I just have one more question, then I'll be done—"
"Don't even bother. I already know you're going to ask about scaling issues in practical applications. That topic alone could go on forever! Who knows how long we'll have to wait if we let you start on that?"
Meanwhile, Wynn was also chatting with someone not far behind Celeste.
"Wynn," called out Lilian, who had come with her, "Mr. Thatcher just asked you something."
Wynn had been paying close attention to everything happening around Celeste. She was almost completely aware of what was going on in that group.
So much so that she was somewhat absent-minded about her own interactions—in fact, when people spoke to her, she didn't react immediately.
Hearing Lilian's voice snapped her out of it.
She gave a quick smile and said, "Sorry, Mr. Thatcher, I was a little absorbed in Mr. Hale and the others' discussion—"
Wynn was also in the AI field, so it was only natural that she'd be interested in the technical conversations happening around her.
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