NVIDIAは、暑く予想されるリリース日より前にPCゲーマーにRTX 5090および5080の株式不足警告を発行します
非常に期待されているNVIDIA RTX 5090およびRTX 5080は1月30日に発売される予定ですが、即時の不足に関する懸念が高まっています。小売業者とメーカーからのレポートは、限られた初期在庫を示唆しています。潜在的な買い手はすでに並んでおり、それぞれ1,999ドルと999ドルの多額の値札にもかかわらず、これらのカードに対する計り知れない需要を強調しています。
主要メーカーであるMSIは、最初の希少性を月の新年に帰し、2月に株式レベルが改善すると予想しています。 Overclockers UKのような小売業者は、米国のPowerGPUから同様の懸念を反映して、RTX 5090ユニットのほんの一握りしか受け取っていないと報告しています。
不安の高まりに対応して、Nvidiaは、予想される高い需要と初期在庫の可能性を認める声明を発表しました。同社は、消費者とそのパートナーが小売の利用可能性を高めるために積極的に取り組んでいることを保証しています。
ただし、限られた供給はすでにスキャルピングアクティビティに燃料を供給しています。 eBayの販売前リストは、法外な価格上昇を紹介しています。1つのASUS ROG Astral RTX 5090は、驚異的な5,750ドルでリストされています。
Nvidiaの課題に加えて、その株価は、Nvidiaのソリューションのコストの一部で訓練された中国のAIモデルであるDeepseekの発表に続いて大幅に低下し、会社のデータセンターGPU販売に影響を与える可能性があります。
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Two Embers – Part 1
By [Your Name]
The wind howled across the shattered plains of Eldryth, carrying with it the scent of ash and forgotten prayers. Once, this land had bloomed beneath twin suns—golden and silver—cradled in the arms of the sky. Now, only two embers remained: one buried deep in the heart of the Obsidian Spire, the other flickering faintly in the chest of a girl who did not know her name.
She awoke beneath a sky split in two.
One half burned crimson, the other wept silver mist. The earth cracked like old parchment, and from the fissures rose whispers—voices not of men, nor beasts, but of memory itself. Her fingers curled around a shard of obsidian, warm to the touch, humming with a rhythm that matched her pulse.
She didn’t remember how she got here. She remembered nothing—not her mother’s lullaby, not the sound of her first breath, not even the shape of her face in the still pools of long-dead lakes.
Only the ember.
And the dream.
“When the twins fall, the world will wake,” the dream whispered. “But not as it was. Not as it should be.”
She sat up. The shard pulsed. Her reflection shimmered within it—not a face, but a storm: a woman with hair like flame and eyes like dying stars.
“You’re not real,” she said, voice cracked from disuse.
But the reflection smiled.
And spoke.
“I am you. I am what was lost. I am what was never meant to be found.”
She stumbled to her feet, wind tearing at her tattered cloak—the color of dust and midnight. Around her, ruins of a cathedral rose from the earth, its spires fused with bone and blackened iron. The name carved into its fallen arch read: Aetherion.
Her hand trembled as she touched the stone. A vision tore through her:
A war not of swords, but of light.
Two beings—twin stars forged in fire—clashing in the sky. One wore the face of a god, the other… a child.
She gasped.
And the ember screamed.
From the east, a sound like a thousand bells made of glass. A procession of shadows moved across the horizon—hooded figures with eyes of ash, marching in silence. Their chants were not in any tongue, but in absence. In silence.
She turned to flee—then stopped.
Because behind her, in the west, a new light rose.
Not silver. Not gold.
Blue.
And from it stepped a man—tall, scarred, wearing armor of woven wind and memory. In his hand, a sword without a blade. Its hilt bore the same mark as the shard in her palm.
“Eira,” he said, voice like wind over graves. “You’ve come at last.”
She stepped back. “Who are you?”
He looked at her, and for the first time, his face cracked—just slightly.
“I was your father,” he said. “And I thought I’d buried you with the world.”
The ground trembled. The sky split again.
And from the ember in her hand, a voice rose—not hers, not his.
“The first ember dies. The second awakens. The war begins.”
To Be Continued in Part 2: "The Blood of the Twin Suns"
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