52: Chapter 52 Review Blogger

The light from the screen reflected on Gray's face, shifting and flickering just like his current mood.

He had just finished a three-hour livestream, the theme of which was an in-depth review of CloseAI.

The bullet chats from the stream were still flashing through his mind.

"Science fiction has become reality!"

"This is what true Artificial Intelligence looks like!"

"The light of humanity!"

He took a large gulp of iced cola. The carbonated bubbles exploded in his throat, bringing a brief spark of stimulation that couldn't wash away the subtle sense of loss in his heart.

CloseAI was indeed strong—absurdly strong.

Its conversational ability was so fluid it bordered on true understanding, integrating and analyzing information across knowledge barriers. It could even write rigorously structured code snippets or draft papers based on vague instructions...

During the review, Gray felt several times that he wasn't testing a tool, but communicating with an erudite, calm, and lightning-fast silicon-based brain.

The only flaw, and the thing that kept bothering him, was the Chinese language support.

"Please answer in Chinese," Gray emphasized into the microphone.

On the screen, CloseAI's reply arrived as expected. The grammar was correct and the word choices were fine, but that lingering sense of machine translation and slightly rigid expression felt like a layer of frosted glass between him and that intelligent entity.

He tried to make it understand humor, subtlety, or even slang within a Chinese context, but the results were often hilarious train wrecks of literal translation.

It felt like admiring a world-famous painting through thick bulletproof glass, unable to truly touch the texture of the canvas or the breath of the paint.

"Sigh..." Gray sighed and clicked on the comment section of the review video he had just posted.

The popularity was exploding, with likes and comments jumping up visibly.

The top comment: "Great Gray! Can this thing help me write my graduation thesis? I'm in the history department!"

Gray replied expertly.

"It can help organize the framework, find materials, and polish the language—it's even better in English—but you must handle the core viewpoints and argumentative logic yourself. Watch out for plagiarism checks! [Dog Face Emoji]"

The next one was excited: "Holy crap! The light of humanity! Those domestic products can't even catch its exhaust!"

Gray's fingers paused for a moment before he typed a reply.

"CloseAI represents the top level. Domestic efforts are also trying to catch up; I hope to see a breakthrough soon."

His tone was restrained, but that anxious feeling of disappointment in his own country's progress bubbled up again.

How could he not hope for a domestic AI that truly understood Chinese thinking and could communicate without barriers?

But the reality was that all the domestic AI products he had reviewed were either search engine aggregators wearing an AI skin or rigid, soulless Q&A machines. They were more than a dimension away from the sense of intelligence CloseAI displayed.

He scrolled through the screen; the comment section had become a small battlefield.

There were those fanatically praising CloseAI, those lamenting the backwardness of domestic AI, and a few IDs with "XX Tech Engineer" certifications adding professional perspectives—such as CloseAI's limitations in specific industrial control scenarios or how high API call costs hindered corporate applications.

But these rational voices were quickly drowned out by the collective worship of the 'light of humanity' and disappointment with the domestic situation.

"What's the point..."

Gray laughed self-deprecatingly, finished the last bit of his cola, and tossed the empty can precisely into the trash bin in the corner.

He leaned back in his gaming chair, staring at the faint RGB light strips on the ceiling.

Loving AI, reviewing AI, and making a living from it sounded cool.

But being at the center of this information vortex, he felt the massive, suffocating gap more clearly than ordinary people.

Every shock brought by reviewing top foreign products seemed to remind him...

That science fiction seemed to belong only to the other side of the ocean.

Just then, the communication software icon in the bottom right corner of the computer flashed urgently, emitting a "beep beep" notification that interrupted his thoughts. It was a platform private message.

Gray clicked it open lazily.

He received hundreds or thousands of private messages every day, mostly fan questions, business collaborations, or some far-fetched "I have a world-changing AI idea."

He scanned it quickly out of habit.

[Great Gray! Begging for a review!!!]

[A domestic industrial AI just came out, Qiming!]

[I heard it's incredibly powerful!]

[Please pick me! The link is here: [Qiming Smart Manufacturing Platform Official Enterprise Portal]]

"Qiming?"

Gray frowned slightly; the name was a bit unfamiliar.

He instinctively assumed it was another new product launched by some unknown small factory trying to ride the hype.

Industrial AI?

He didn't have much experience in this field, but the performance and usability of the few industrial platforms he had reviewed were hard to describe.

He casually copied the link, opened his browser, and pasted it in.

The page loaded quickly, and an official website with a simple design and a color scheme of deep blue and silver-Gray popped up.

There were no exaggerated animations or emotional slogans, only clear functional module divisions and cold technical document portals.

"Qiming Intelligent Manufacturing Engine - National-Level Industrial Artificial Intelligence Foundation Platform"

A striking bold headline caught his eye.

Gray's hand holding the mouse suddenly stopped.

"National-level... foundation platform?"

He murmured to himself, his body involuntarily sitting up straight.

His heart felt as if it had been lightly bumped by something, skipping a beat.

This prefix carried too much weight!

It was completely different from any domestic AI product he had reviewed before!

It wasn't a company, not a laboratory, but... national-level?

He scrolled down the page rapidly.

The information on the official website was extremely restrained. There was no boasting about performance or flashy demos, only lines of explanations regarding API interface specifications, data security standards, and industry adaptation solutions.

In the most prominent position was a striking entrance for enterprise qualification certification applications, with strict audit terms marked next to it.

This style... was too hardcore, too much like the establishment.

It was a completely different world from the geeky CloseAI website he was familiar with.

"Industrial field... exclusive to enterprises... not open to the public..."

Gray read those restrictive terms word by word, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

A thought emerged uncontrollably.

What would be the level of an industrial AI platform launched by the national level with such a serious posture?

What was its relationship with the globally dominant CloseAI?

Or rather... could it possibly be the answer belonging to his own people that he had been waiting for so long?

The screen light reflected his focused and inquisitive face; the disappointment and self-deprecation from a few minutes ago seemed to have been cleared with a single click.

He gripped the mouse again, his fingers trembling slightly with excitement as he clicked on the instruction document for the enterprise qualification certification application portal.

Even just looking at the application conditions might offer a glimpse into its nature.

"Qiming..."

Gray whispered the name, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's, like a traveler who had trekked through the desert for a long time and finally caught the scent of moisture from a distant oasis.

No matter the result, he was determined to do this review!

Even if he had to sweet-talk some small business owner he knew into helping him apply for access, he would definitely uncover the mystery of this national-level platform himself!