Darren was in his office now. As usual, it was silent, though this silence was more heavy — not peaceful, not calm, but smothering.
He leaned forward on his desk, eyes fixed on the real-time mining dashboard on his computer as if sheer his willpower could cool the rigs down.
For Rig 4, hr could see its indicator pulsing with an ominous orange glow. The oil pressure warnings were getting louder, the margin of safety thinner.
Even here in his office, it felt terrifying to listen to, and he started to wonder how it must be for the workers back in the Operations Room. It surely would be hard to concentrate.
Every second ticked like a countdown to disaster.
1,950 BTC mined so far.
However, that number could be 0 BTC in some hours, and that was what terrified Darren. Almost turned him mad in fact.
If Rig 4 failed, they could lose all of it. Not the future. Not potential. Real, tangible Bitcoin. Gone.
His jaw clenched. 'Come on, Darren. Think! Think! There had to be something!'
