Requiem for a Solar Plant
The email landed like a brick through a plate glass window.
"...requiring reconductoring of 1.71 miles at a cost of $795,150...limiting output to 3MW..."
I stared at my laptop screen, the blue light illuminating the shadows under my eyes in my darkened California living room. Outside, endless February rain tapped against the windows like impatient fingers. My gut churned, a familiar discomfort that had become my constant companion over the past year. This wasn't just bad news. This was a death sentence.
Three years of work. Over a million dollars spent. A team scattered across three continents. All of it now threatened by two pages of engineering assessments and a single number: 3MW. My solar plant, originally planned for 4.54MW, had just been slashed by a third. The economics that had barely made sense before now collapsed entirely.
I reached for my phone and typed out a message to Mr. R.
Just saw the interconnection report. We need to talk.
The reply came quickly, despite the eleven-hour time difference. Mr. R had an uncanny ability to be available whenever needed, as though he never slept.
I've been reviewing the numbers. It doesn't work.
I rubbed my temples, remembering the day years earlier when the Invictus Solar project had first crystallized in my mind—a perfect convergence of opportunity and purpose. I'd made a fortune by accident in cryptocurrency, more money than I'd ever dreamed of, and had been searching for something meaningful to do with it. Something that would generate sustainable returns while helping shift the world toward renewable energy.
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