Back in the operations room, work was still going on.
The rig lights blinked with stubborn energy, and the hum of fans and submersion pumps mingled with fingers tapping keys and coffee being reheated for the fourth time.
Everyone knew what was at stake.
1,450 BTC. That was the current count.
They needed 5,000 before the day was over.
Many of them knew it wouldn't happen. It couldn't. Not in one day. But Darren hadn't said to stop. So they didn't.
By 4pm, most of the employees in the main halls of the company had left, and a new shift took over the work in the Operations room.
Darren stepped into the room just as Kara shouted, "Rig 5 just dipped in hashrate again. I think something's off with its voltage!"
Deborah rolled her chair to the nearest terminal. "I'm seeing instability in the power delivery to the secondary GPU."
"Temp?" Kara asked.
"Still mid-40s. Cool oil's holding it, but power spikes are eating our efficiency."
