Tyler stood silently in front of the fabrication table, his hands in his pockets and his shoulders relaxed.
Before him, arranged in two neat rows of five, were ten shining marvels of engineering: the Valkyrie-X chips.
Each one shimmered faintly under the overhead lights, encased in their protective anti-static shells.
They looked almost unassuming—no larger than a cracker, no thicker than a blade. But Tyler knew what they were.
Weapons and engines of computation.
And the foundation of everything he planned to build.
He exhaled slowly, a bright and deeply satisfied smile spreading across his face. They'd done it. All ten chips had been produced in a single day.
Against every standard, against every reasonable expectation, the entire batch had been completed flawlessly.
This was monumental—not just in terms of speed, but in quality. Each chip carried the same staggering specs as the original prototype. 800.3 billion transistors. 35TB/s bandwidth. Sub-nanometer tolerances.
