The astronomer thought it was a meteor. The Pentagon thought it was an orbital weapon. To Hank the retiree it was a souvenir to add to his baseball memorabilia. It was none of these things.
“He thinks he is a wizard”, came Emma’s muffled voice, giggling, “he is trying to dominate you with his pea-brain!”
The Archangel Mission
Gradually, David was able to move, breathe, and see again. He imagined his eyeballs returning to their normal shape as the initial acceleration declined to a distinctly military 1.4 G’s.