Chapter 28: I’ll Think About It
Timothy told his mother only half the truth.
He said he was going on a short vacation, alone, three days at most. She didn’t ask where, only reminded him to stay safe and eat on time. He hugged her, promised pasalubong, and left with nothing but a backpack and a hard black case chained discreetly to his wrist under his jacket.
The case held the future.
A day later, after a long flight, Timothy found himself walking into a quiet corporate campus in Santa Clara. The place felt different from Manila—cleaner, colder, efficient in a way that pressed on the lungs. Glass towers rose above manicured lawns, each one humming with secrets of silicon and code.
A guard escorted him through side doors, elevators, and badge readers until he reached a room sealed by double doors.
Inside waited Dr. Ethan Kwan and two colleagues. They weren’t smiling. Their eyes were sharp, calculating, but not unfriendly. The air smelled faintly of metal and recycled air.
"You made it," Ethan said simply. "Thank you for coming."
Timothy nodded, setting the case on the table. "I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think it was worth it."
They didn’t waste time. Papers were signed—non-disclosure agreements, lab safety rules, promises that nothing would leave Timothy’s sight. He read them carefully, every clause. Only when he was satisfied did he unlock the case and lift out the card.
The strange black GPU looked otherworldly under the lab’s white lights. Vein-like lines glowed faintly across its surface, pulsing once before settling back to a soft shimmer.
The room went still.
"Not an LED strip," Zoe, the thermal engineer, muttered under her breath. "That’s real."
They handled it carefully, sliding it into a waiting test computer. The lab filled with the quiet hum of fans and instruments. Monitors came alive with graphs and numbers Timothy barely understood—but the scientists understood all too well.
The first test was simple, like a warm-up exercise. A problem that usually took several seconds finished before they could blink. Eyebrows rose.
They pushed harder. Larger tests, more complex. Normally, training an AI model could take hours, even days. Here, the progress bar barely had time to appear before vanishing.
"This... this isn’t possible," Ravi, the software lead, whispered. His voice trembled between awe and disbelief.
"Power draw?" Ethan asked quickly.
"Stable," Zoe replied, eyes locked on her instruments. "No overheating, no spikes. It’s like the card doesn’t care what we throw at it."
By the third round of tests, the truth was undeniable. One single card, the size of a forearm, was doing the work of entire rooms filled with NVIDIA’s best GPUs.
Ethan finally spoke, his voice low, steady. "Timothy... do you realize what you’re holding? That one card has the power of at least a thousand of our top-line H100 GPUs. A thousand. Do you understand what that means?"
Timothy forced himself to nod calmly. Inside, his chest hammered. "I had a guess," he said carefully.
The tests continued for hours. Everything they threw at the card, it handled. Training tasks, simulations, benchmarks—nothing slowed it down. The scientists whispered to each other, writing notes in frantic scrawls.
When the session finally ended, they gathered in a small glass meeting room beside the lab. Sandwiches appeared on the table, untouched.
"How was this built?" Ethan asked at last. His tone was casual, but Timothy could feel the weight behind the question.
He kept his face steady. "In pieces. Some parts modified, some rebuilt. A lot of trial and error." He shrugged. "I can’t share the full process right now. Not until contracts are settled."
Zoe frowned. "Even with unlimited money, no workshop on earth could produce this."
Timothy only gave a vague smile. "Trade secrets."
They didn’t push further, though he could feel their curiosity burning.
Instead, Ethan slid a folder across the table. "I’ll be blunt. If this card is real—and we’ve just proven it is—then it changes everything. Training AI, scientific research, national security. This isn’t just faster hardware, Timothy. It’s a strategic asset."
Timothy opened the folder. Numbers filled the page—numbers with more zeroes than he had ever seen attached to his name.
A hundred million dollars. Upfront. Followed by royalties, or stock options, or lump sums depending on how he wanted to structure it.
He read in silence. His palms itched. His mother could live a hundred lifetimes on this money. He could buy houses, cars, companies. He could erase poverty from his family tree forever.
But then a sharper thought cut through the haze.
If they were willing to start with hundreds of millions, then the true value was at least ten times that. Maybe more. Maybe uncountable.
He looked up slowly. "This is... generous."
Ethan leaned forward. "It’s also conservative. We have to assume risks. Manufacturing, supply chains, politics. But yes, Timothy—it’s the kind of offer we don’t give lightly."
Timothy closed the folder, keeping his expression unreadable. "I’ll need time to think."
The three scientists exchanged quick glances. Ethan gave a single nod. "Of course. You have our respect either way. Just understand—what you carry isn’t just valuable. It’s dangerous. If word gets out, governments, corporations... they will come for it. And for you."
"I know," Timothy said quietly.
They escorted him back through the polished halls, past the quiet guards, out into the California sun. He shook Ethan’s hand one last time. No threats. No pressure. Just a warning in the man’s eyes: decide wisely.
That night, in a hotel room overlooking the city lights, Timothy stared at the GPU resting on the desk beside him. A single object that could shift the balance of the entire computing world.
He thought of the hundreds of millions on the contract. He thought of how casually they had named the number, as though it were pocket change to them.
He thought of how much more it must be worth.
By the time he boarded his flight back to Manila, his decision was made. He carried the GPU home, still locked in its case, and told NVIDIA only one thing:
"I’ll think about it."