Same day, ten o'clock in the evening.
His mother and little sister were sleeping. But inside Timothy's room, everything was still.
He sat before his desk, laptop open, the blue glow reflecting on his face. He had just finished sending off several business reports, final submissions for the day, and was now staring at the black ceiling, mind heavy with tomorrow's challenge.
Tomorrow, he needed to present a chip design, not just any design, but the foundation of their semiconductor future. NVIDIA had already expressed their confidence in his team, but Timothy knew that what they expected was innovation, not imitation. He couldn't hand them an average architecture. It had to be something that screamed five years ahead.
He rubbed his temples and muttered to himself, "Time to make something extraordinary."
