Buster Benson

In that manner Phoebe slid under the radar for the next million years (bouncing off a small rock at the 15% mark, effectively increasing her odds of hitting Earth through accidental course correction) until finally being spotted by recreational astronomers who happened to be using a grid of ridiculously complex computers to comb immense expanses of black for subtle signs of white. Their hope: to find a new white speck (it didn’’t matter if it was a rock, planet, star, or alien space ship…—all would do) that would carry their collective name into the history books and lead to better funding and recognition from a world government that had long since ceased to care about the cosmic attribution of its own luck, skill, and success, much less its destruction.