Variant 01: The Solar Convergence
The atmosphere in the Chicago control center was thick with the scent of ozone and desperation. Frank Collins, a man whose face was a map of twelve years of military intelligence and a lifetime of cautious observation, watched the screens with a growing sense of dread. He had spent the last three years as the safety director for the Starlight Program, a role that essentially made him the...
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