Man vs. Asteroid: the Infall Allstars

Asteroid infall scares the shit out of me, and it bothers me acutely whenever I think of our basically naked little planet, vulnerable to whatever space garbage moseys past her gravity field.

“Standing on a mountaintop in northern Siberia under the rapidly descending bulk of asteroid McAlmont, with a calculating expression and a baseball bat” probably began on Everything2 as a nodeshell, a link without an article that forms a sort of named void which people often fill with bad poetry or fiction. This one is actually quite good, but I’m sure it practically wrote itself.

I have known I wanted to come here from the minute I heard the nuclear missiles had failed to divert the rock sufficiently from its course. I knew I wanted to take a shot, the one-in-a-billion shot. I used to play professionally, after all, and I know that humanity, except for a lucky twelve thousand, is going to be extinct after this whatever happens. I have no close friends, no family. I have nothing to lose.

I turn my eyes from the bitter wind and stare upwards. I'm hoping that nobody knows I'm here. I wouldn't want them all to be pinning their hopes on me, because I honestly have no idea what will happen next. All of humanity is going to be annihilated today. I'm just going to be the first. Unless there's a miracle.

Standing on a mountaintop in northern Siberia under the rapidly descending bulk of asteroid McAlmont, with a calculating expression and a baseball bat [Everything2]