Tyler walked back into the house, a subtle smile still lingering on his face from earlier.
Upstairs, he took his bath, letting the water soothe the last remnants of pain and fatigue out of his body. With clean clothes on and his mind focused, he made his way to the study.
He took his seat at the desk, making himself comfortable. Relaxed, he started diving into the Specialised Knowledges from yesterday. The next moment, information flooded his brain.
Relaxed, he started diving into the Specialised Knowledges from yesterday. The next moment, information flooded his brain.
But unlike last time, he didn't feel dizzy, he felt fine. He knew that the reason for this was because of the increase in his Intelligence stat.
He still hasn't checked what had changed with the increase in his stat but that would be for later. This was far more important.
With a smile, he started going through the information. Nearly half an hour later, a bright smile could be seen on Tyler's shocked face.
In an instant, data streams opened within his mind like file trees being unfurled. The Specialized Knowledges under [Computational Mathematics] were vast beyond comprehension—each one a full discipline unto itself, filled with deep theories, architectural schematics, predictive models, code frameworks, compression algorithms, quantum routing techniques, and more.
Thirty minutes passed. Then forty. And by the end of that first hour, Tyler's face had changed.
It was a look of awe and of humbled revelation.
His smile widened, not because of joy—but because of the sheer scope of what now resided in his head.
What he had just skimmed over wasn't just enough to build a GPU. It was enough to rewrite the entire computational paradigm of modern society.
Tyler leaned back, exhaling slowly.
The knowledge covered everything—from how to create processors hundreds of times more efficient than what the public had access to, to how to design parallel architecture that could manage world-scale AI models in real-time.
He could build GPU architectures that scaled vertically and horizontally across hybrid arrays. He could create custom operating systems from scratch, build autonomous compilers, rewrite low-level machine languages, and construct multi-layered quantum-computational bridges that merged classical and quantum instruction sets.
But that wasn't the shocking part.
No. The truly insane part was what he could do with existing computational systems.
He could hack into any system.
Any system.
Military-grade black site? No problem. Tyler could break through the encryption layers in under thirty seconds, depending on how secure the node was and the latency of his connection.
And when he said thirty seconds, he meant it literally. Not as a figure of speech. The longest part wouldn't even be breaking the encryption—it would be making sure the system he was using could process the bypass fast enough.
And once inside, he could manipulate the system like it was his own. Plant files, erase data, clone frameworks and leave zero trace.
The internet itself?
He could hijack core routing protocols, manipulate DNS tables on a global scale, launch surgical DDoS attacks that made state actors look like amateurs, and if he wanted to... shut it all down.
He wouldn't. Of course not. That wasn't who he was.
But the point was clear.
The Specialized Knowledges didn't just make him a genius.
They made him a god.
A god of computation.
For the ethical side of things, Tyler now possessed the ability to develop top-tier apps, security frameworks, operating systems, blockchain systems, next-gen browsers, predictive modeling tools, dynamic translation engines, and scalable cloud platforms capable of serving billions.
Whatever it was, if it could be programmed, simulated, rendered, compiled, or processed—he could do it. And not just better than the best in the world. On a completely different level.
Tyler smiled in satisfaction, as he thought if everything he could create, but he couldn't afford to waste time daydreaming.
His next mission was clear.
He had to build a GPU—one far more powerful than Blackwell, the cutting-edge GPU that had been projected for release the year he died in his original life. That chip had represented the peak of public GPU capabilities.
But he wasn't aiming for peak.
He was aiming for impossible.
The kind of power required to run his soon-to-be-constructed peak AI, and eventually, to host a supercomputing framework capable of birthing a true AGI.
He refocused his mind.
Filtering through the data in his mind, he began narrowing the search. Architectures, energy systems, core structuring, parallel cores, heat management, integration pathways, simulation tables, nanotransistor patterning...
It took over an hour before Tyler isolated exactly what he needed.
Blueprints formed in his mind—schematics layered with precision that made modern chip designs look like crayon drawings. He knew how to build it.
He let out a sigh of relief, grinning to himself in satisfaction. The knowledge he needs for building the GPU was now in his hand, what he needs was to get to work on it, but to do that, he needed infrastructure—a fabrication plant for the GPU.
Nothing else would do. He couldn't outsource this. He couldn't risk surveillance, tampering, or industrial theft and espionage . The only option was full control.
Without hesitation, Tyler reached for his phone and placed a call to David.
It rang only once before the line connected.
"Tyler?" David sounded surprised.
"I need you back in the U.S. by tomorrow. Earliest flight possible."
There was pause on David's side.
"Is something wrong? VaultPay just launched. I'm still overseeing..."
"I know," Tyler interrupted. "But this can't be discussed over the phone."
David's silence stretched for a second. He was surprised to sat the least. Even though VaultPay had gone live, there are still things he needs to take care of in Gumua.
And now, Tyler was calling him to come to the US for a meeting. What could possibly be the content of the discussion that they couldn't discuss it over the phone? They've discussed VaultPay and things related to another country's government on the phone, so what's special? He wanted to ask this but he already knew the answer he would receive.
Realising this, he sighed inwardly. He just hopes that he's not being treated like a slave.
"Understood. I'll get the first morning flight."
"Thank you."
He ended the call.
Tyler leaned back and exhaled deeply.
He wasn't being paranoid. He was being practical.
It was no secret that all calls and messages, no matter how highly they are encrypted are being viewed and listened in on by others.
The matter of creating a GPU, especially one that's more than ten times more powerful than Blackwell was something he can't discuss with David over the phone
GPU fabs are considered national security assets. It was the type of word that would trigger red flag during a call and immediately have the call forwarded to the Pentagon, and the heads of security agencies listening in on him.
One might say that Tyler was flattering himself but he's actually not.
Though GPUs aren't as valuable now as they are seen nothing more than for gaming hardware. It was until 2012, when Alex Krizhevsky used Nvidia GPUs to win the ImageNet Large Scale Visual Recognition Challenge (ILSVRC), did it start exploding in popularity and people start seeing it's value.
Then there was the issue between USA and China in 2022 when they banned the export of GPUs, citing national security concerns over AI and military applications.
Of course everyone it was all bullshit. USA made that move to limit China's ability to dominate the global chip supply chain.
The bans reflected the U.S.-China tech war, with AI seen as a strategic battleground. The U.S. fears China's ability to leverage GPUs for AI models rivaling those of American firms, potentially shifting geopolitical power.
Tyler knew this and everyone with a little bit of brain cells understood this. And he wasn't about to make a rookie mistake.
Now imagine what would happen if the DoS overhears someone talking over the phone about creating something that relates to matters of national security, and threatens it.
Exactly, the three letter agency will pay him a visit and make him vanish from the face of the earth.
Like literally.
It was just like someone putting an order for plutonium over a call. No doubt, his place would get raided.
Even though it was still 2010 and the US government and the world in general might not understand the monstrosity of a GPU, Tyler can't risk it.
He has his mom and younger brother to think of. He's trying to give them a better life and find a cure for his mom, he can't be the one putting them in trouble or worrying them endlessly.
Tyler sighed and glanced at the clock. If David caught a flight early tomorrow, he'd land by noon, given the nine-hour time difference. That gave Tyler the rest of today and half of tomorrow to finalize his GPU design plan and begin working on a phased roadmap for constructing the fabrication facility.
Tyler stood from the desk, grabbed a fresh notebook, and began sketching out the initial layout: clean rooms, lithography units, wafer etching chambers, chemical deposition modules, chip packaging arms, and thermal testing environments.
He labeled them in shorthand as his pen danced across the page.
Within thirty minutes, he had the beginnings of what could be the most advanced GPU fab the world had never seen.