to cross the two-exaflop barrier.
Barrier? Will there be red flashing lights and an excited voice shouting:
"1.9 exa-flops; 1.95 exa-flops; she won't make it, we've got to shut it down; 1.99 exa-flops".
Camera flare streaks across the room; an exhaust fan shrieks, winding up past top-C, the sudden gust blowing off the young Assistant Programmer's glasses and hair scrunchy: "My God, Albert, you are beautiful".
"1.999 exa-flops." A loud cracking noise, like a whip wielded by the gods themselves; a visible shockwave passes through the room, rattling the processor cages.
"TWO exa-flops! 2.1! 2.2!" The noise recedes, the room stops shaking, the emergency lighting switches back to white. "Holding steady at 2.2 exa-flops, Sir".
Close up on the main console, as a shaking hand approaches a large button then, decisively, punches it: "Press release away and running. We've done, by Heaven, we've done it!".