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- Thunderstrike! by Michael McCollum
(c) 1998, All Rights Reserved
A Discovery Of Major Impact ...
The new comet found near Jupiter was an incredible treasure
trove of water-ice and rock. Immediately, the water-starved Luna Republic and
Sierra Corporation, a leader in asteroid mining, were squabbling over rights to
the new resource. But all thoughts of profit and fame were abandoned when a
scientific expedition discovered that the comet's trajectory placed it on a
collision course with Earth!
As scientists struggled to find a way to alter the comet's
course, world leaders tried desperately to restrain mass panic, and two lovers
quarreled over the direction the comet was to take, all Earth waited to see if
humanity had any future at all ...
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Thunderstrike! -- An Excerpt
Tom Thorpe approached Admiral Farragut in Hopper
Two. The ship was much as he had first seen her Ė power section, cargo
module, and habitat sphere once again assembled into a functional whole.
"Be it ever so humble ..." he muttered.
"Agreed," a male voice echoed in his
The hopper cabin was crowded. Next to Thorpe sat Amber,
her suit pressed firmly against his. Beside her, wedged into a bench seat
designed for two occupants, was Cragston Barnard. In their final week on
the nucleus, the three had not been out of their suits for more than a few
hours. Earlier that morning they had watched as the last of the deep wells
had been filled with water. Within a few hours, the water had frozen into
a plug more than twelve kilometers thick. The only thing that penetrated
the plug was a heavy control cable down which the detonation command would
They had drilled 28 wells in all, six more than
originally planned. Each explosive device had been carefully located
within a major fault. Unlike fission or fusion bombs, which release their
full energy in nanoseconds, antimatter explosives required milliseconds to
come up to maximum. The delay would allow the products of annihilation Ė
pions and gamma rays Ė to penetrate deeply into the surrounding ice. The
goal was to generate a cushion of high pressure steam under the whole of
Ground Zero Crater. For this, a slow energy release was better than a
"It will be good to get clean again," Amber
said as she gazed longingly at the ship. "Five days in a vacsuit is
an endurance record I donít ever care to break."
Barnard laughed. "Itís a good thing Iím sealed
in here by myself. Even my wife couldnít stand the way I smell."
"There ought to be just enough time to get cleaned
up, get some hot food, and rest a bit before detonation."
"How long now?"
Thorpe glanced at his suit chronometer. "Four
hours, seventeen minutes. Just as soon as Thunderstrike turns its Eastern
Hemisphere toward Jupiter."
Amber and Barnard watched in silence as Thorpe guided
the hopper toward the freighter. He brought it to a halt a hundred meters
from Airlock Number One.
"I donít want to get much closer," he
explained. "Hate to smash anything when weíre this close to going
home. Youíll have to jump."
"No problem," Barnard replied. The astronomer
opened the hatch and clambered out onto the hull. Thorpe made sure that
the attitude control jets were disabled. The shipís airlock opened to
reveal a figure silhouetted against the internal lighting.
Barnard jetted across the hundred meters to the ship. He
landed feet first on the hull and was helped inside. As soon as he was in,
the airlock door closed for a long minute, then opened again.
"Your turn, my love."
"Iíll see you inside," Amber replied as
their gauntletted hands brushed. Neither could feel the other through the
thick gloves, but somehow that didnít matter. She followed Barnardís
example and floated out through the open hatchway. A minute later, she,
too, disappeared through the Number One airlock.
"Well, old steed, I guess this is goodbye,"
Thorpe said as he punched instructions into the hopperís autopilot. The
words were a bit of dialogue from an ancient movie heíd once seen. For
some reason they struck him as appropriate.
Thorpe moved through the portside hatch and lined up
carefully on the shipís habitat module. He pushed off the little flyerís
hull and drifted across the gulf of space. He landed head first, catching
himself on outstretched arms to absorb the energy. He then grabbed for a
handhold and levered his feet around to slide smoothly through the open
"Welcome home," Dieter Schmidt said.
Schmidt reached for the airlock controls, but Thorpe
stopped him. "Wait a second. I want to see this."
The two of them watched the hopper for another half
minute. Suddenly, its engine came to life and it began to move away from Admiral
"Where did you send it?"
"I just gave it a short ten meter per second burst
to get it away from the fleet. Okay, letís go inside."
The outer door closed. Thorpe heard the sudden rush of
air as his suit collapsed around him. He unfastened his helmet as soon as
the airlock telltales turned green. The inner door opened slowly outward,
revealing a helmetless Amber Hastings waiting in the antechamber beyond.
Before he could move, she was on him, awkwardly throwing her arms around
his neck. They kissed passionately until they were out of breath.
Amber let go and whispered, "Iíve wanted to do
that for five long days. Welcome home, darling!"
"Welcome home yourself. Care to share a
Her nose wrinkled. "The sooner, the better."
The small fleet hung motionless in space a thousand
kilometers above the nucleus. At that distance, Thunderstrike covered 30
degrees of arc, making it appear sixty times the diameter of a full moon
as seen from Earth. The vantage point had been carefully chosen. It was
far enough removed that the human eye could take in the entire nucleus at
a glance, yet close enough that the fleetís instruments would record
everything in minute detail. It was also sufficiently distant that the
ships should be in no danger from the explosion.
"T minus 10 minutes, and counting."
The announcement from the flagship echoed through Admiral
Farragutís wardroom where most of the expedition members had
gathered to watch. Amber was wedged in beside Thorpe in a corner while the
others crowded in front of the holoscreen. Captain Olafson, Engineer
Stormgaard, and the two Barnards had chosen to watch from the control
room. No one, it seemed, wanted to view the detonation by themselves.
"Happy?" Thorpe asked as he momentarily
tightened his grip around Amberís waist.
She thought for a moment, then nodded. "You?"
"Iím glad itís almost over. Ten minutes more
and weíll be able to plan our lives again."
"What are your plans when this is all over,
He looked at her for a long moment and said, "I
thought Iíd ask you to marry me."
"Are you serious?" she asked, searching his
face for some sign that it was merely his warped sense of humor. He
returned her look with a steady gaze.
"As serious as can be. If youíll have me."
"You silly goon! Of course, Iíll have you. Iíve
thought of little else these past six months."
"Well, then. I guess itís settled. Weíll have
the captain perform the ceremony right after the shot."
"Maybe she wonít want to be bothered."
He shrugged. "Then weíll cross over to Gargantua
and have her captain do it. Iím not particular."
"What about all of your friends and mine?"
"Iíd say weíve got everyone we need right
here." Up until then they had been speaking in quiet whispers. Now
Thorpe raised his voice. "How about it, folks? Care to attend a
wedding this afternoon?"
There was a ragged cheer followed by a flurry of
congratulations. Then someone shushed them as another announcement came
over the intercom from the flagship.
"T minus five minutes, and counting!"
On the screen, Thunderstrike continued to rotate slowly,
oblivious to what was about to occur. The region around Ground Zero Crater
was invisible, having passed into night several hours earlier. Detonation
was timed to take place the moment the crater was aligned with the nucleusís
velocity vector. That way, whatever mass was split off would be hurled
back along the cometís orbital path, giving the maximum forward impetus
to the rest of the nucleus.
"Nervous?" Amber asked.
"About marrying you? Naw!"
"I was talking about the shot."
"Oh, that! Not nervous so much as excited. Itís
kind of like waiting for Christmas morning when youíre a kid."
"Or getting ready for your first date,"
someone chimed in.
"Or finals week in school," Amber added.
"I havenít been this nervous since my second
wedding," Leon Albright interjected.
"What happened? Did she stand you up?"
"No, moreís the pity," the geologist
replied. "If I didnít have to pay her alimony every month, I would
never have signed on for this crazy expedition."
The joke was met with more laughter than it deserved.
Thorpe gazed over to where John Malvan had his arm around Hilary
"Sorry you came along, John?"
"Not me," the Lunarian replied. "I hated
auditing. I think Iíll see what can be done to mine this little chunk weíre
about to split off. It ought to be just the right size for moving into
Earth orbit, donít you think?"
"You know, it just might!" Thorpe agreed.
"Iíll have to see if Mr. Smith is still interested in such a
"T minus one minute!"
The tension was suddenly a palpable thing in the air.
Amber reached out and grasped Thorpeís hand. Throughout the wardroom, no
one made a sound.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four
"Hereís to luck!" she whispered, giving his
hand a quick squeeze.
"three ... two ... one ... detonate!"
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