Yield: 99.8%
For a second, no one said anything.
Then a soft gasp slipped from the corner of the room.
A technician with graying temples—someone who had once spent four years in a Sunsung sub-lab—let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
"Impossible…" he whispered, eyes wide.
Another, a Brazilian wafer specialist, stepped forward unconsciously, like the number itself was pulling him closer. His hand hovered over the screen, as if touching it would confirm it was real.
"That's... factory-grade. No—better."
A third man, young and full of ego when he arrived, now stood slack-jawed. He looked at Tyler, then back at the screen, then back at Tyler—like his brain couldn't connect the dots.
"First run. What the hell…," Someone in the back chuckled nervously.
Murmurs spread, but it was low and filled with reverence.
It wasn't just a number. To them, that 99.8% yield wasn't just an achievement—it was a statistical miracle.
