Предмет: Информатика, автор: danilkyrbatov47

Какая исходная строка у этого алгоритма
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Ребята выручайте, желательно чтобы было решение не останусь в долгу

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Автор ответа: Вованичикчка
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Если это задали в школе/университете, то это очень странно. Предоставленная строка может быть случайной, а может быть хэш-суммой. Длина суммы — 128 бит. Популярные хэш-функции с такой длиной — MD2, MD4, MD5. И исходную строку получить очень проблематично. Так что лучше забыть про эту строку. Для поиска значения может "помочь" перебор (нет), либо поиск по базе уже найденных значений хэш-функций (я поискал в бесплатных онлайн базах, но положительного результата не получил). На этом, как бы, мои полномочия все.

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