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8-14-2000, 4:17, EDT Earth Time

A ship soars by many of Earth’s satellites. It is elegantly designed, and even after fifteen light years of travel, it is scratch-less. As it passes the man made machines, it disturbs the electric patterns. Their cameras stop filming for just a second, allowing the craft to pass by undetected. The directors on Earth pass off the blame of the disturbance to a conveniently timed shock wave from the sun, which has also resulted in the appearance of the northern lights. The view from space is stunning, ribbons of coursing light dancing across the atmosphere of the blue planet. The lights are in sync with the Perseid meteor shower, making the view from Earth stunning.

An observer in space would notice the ship stop for a second, as if to admire the view. But then suddenly, it lurches forward. Something’s wrong. It swings wildly, shuddering like it was capable of fear. The tip of the craft tilts downwards, towards the Earth. If there were air in space, the resulting outburst would have been loud enough to cause permanent hearing loss. Instead, the explosion is silent. It starts at the tail of the craft, which had been modeled to look like a barbed tail. The path of destruction works its way to the middle, where the tail meets the bulk. Security doors close there, and the head of the spaceship is unharmed. Left with no engines, the ship halts for a few seconds, riding off the little momentum it has left, and then succumbs to Earth’s gravity, heading straight for North America.

This was the beginning.