Chip War Novels & Stories

"You've all heard about the Longbow Company's machines failing. They claim our chips are to blame. What are your thoughts?" The room was filled with uneasy glances until one shareholder finally spoke. "Mr. Sumner, I believe the issue isn't with our chips. I've done some research—those machines the Longbow Company uses are over a decade old, with performance that's already outdated. "When their procurement manager approached us, I recommended they use the Agihop 2nd Gen chips, which are better suited to their systems. "However, they insisted on purchasing the newer Agihop 5th Gen chips. I suspect their machines couldn't handle the processing speed of the 5th Gen, leading to the failures."

Now he and Angela were of one heart, with three children between them. From now on, he would probably even be cautious when crossing the street. With the special armed police deployed, Long View Road remained calm and undisturbed all the way into the afternoon. White Wolf did not contact Leon again. But Leon knew clearly that neither White Wolf nor the person behind him had achieved their objective, and they would definitely come for him again. EverCore. The core mission of AI chips was to specialize in handling artificial intelligence computing tasks efficiently. Their most central application areas were data centers and cloud computing.

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

Gopher was over the moon. He took the money and made a beeline for the counter, all too happy to exchange them for chips. This time, he didn’t get chips of a hundred for Charlie. The smallest value of the chips started from a thousand, and then to two thousand, five thousand and ten thousand. When Gopher returned with the chips, he placed them respectfully in front of Charlie and said politely, “Mr. Wade, your chips. You can count them.” “No need.” Charlie didn’t even bother to look at them. He took out a chip worth ten thousand Canadian dollars and threw it at Gopher with an indifferent drawl, “This is for you.”

Harris ran the final tests, and seeing my resolve, he signed the discharge papers. A week later, Silvercrest Holdings flipped the script. We formed the ‘Ice-Bound Alliance’ with three other major gear manufacturers. I agreed to share the Super Brain architecture with them for a twenty percent royalty on their sales. Simultaneously, we dropped the bombshell: the stolen chip was an obsolete beta version. The tech currently in our pro-stock had been refined eight times since that build. "President Parker," a reporter asked me during our launch, "was your hospitalization a result of the theft?"

“‘In 1999, Kip’s father, Neal Chevalier, invented the Chev-X 490 Gaming Pro 3D—the world’s first graphics processing unit—which offered a notably large leap in 3D PC gaming performance. This was followed five years later by the Chev-X 520 Elite, which again saw a significant rise in gaming performance and outshone all other GPUs at that time.’” Her jaw drops. “‘The Chevalier family’s net worth is estimated at 7.2 billion dollars.’” She lifts her gaze to me.

“I obviously have chips.” “There’s a USB hidden behind my work badge. It contains one million dollars in cryptocurrency.” A smile curled at the corner of Lucien’s mouth. He shoved his chips into the center of the table with a crash. “I call. Double the stakes.” The cards were revealed. I lost. The room exploded with laughter. Someone tossed a phone in front of me. A loan app was open on the screen. “Go ahead. Borrow money. If you can scrape together three million, maybe you’ll earn the right to keep playing with me.”

I was stuck in the middle of this drama-fueled mess that never seemed to stop. Just when I thought I could catch my breath, the investors started talking, and bam all the attention shifted back to the business. Talk about a mood killer. The awkward tension between Wayne and Han seemed to settle a bit as one of the investors stood up and announced, "We will be launching 50 chips, and the distribution will go straight to China." Oh my God, the chip. My mind was spiraling again. The thought of it sent chills down my spine. only if I could steal Han's heart and lay my hands on one of those.

“Grandpa, give me a goal. I promise that I’ll achieve it.” When Old Master Severe realized that she was being serious, he said, “Two years. I want you to resume the production of smart chips within the Severe family. Also, dethrone Ares Enterprises as the leader in this field.” Angeline sneaked a look at Cole who was sitting relaxedly and thought to herself, ‘The chip in this man’s phone is so much more advanced than the one produced by Ares Enterprises. Ares Enterprises has long since lost its throne.’

I sent an air kiss up to his bedroom window and climbed into the car. As we pulled off, I watched my family disappear in the back window. Now, it was just Irene and Jaedon who were my family. Would a war actually happen?