Far above the yellow haze of Manillaâ€™s blisteringly hot afternoon, something was burning, casting a black streak across the sky. Nucoâ€™s third orbital had noticed it's approach, but the object was passed off as space junk. Surely, they regretted that assumption now; they had recalculated after entry, discovering with horror that the object was expected to land within the cityâ€™s suburbs. Some citizens stared at the sky in fascination whilst others fled in terror, crammed onto whatever public transport that was available. Police sirens echoed through the emptying streets. A panic of the unknown was real.
Later, the object smashed through a thirty storey tower block, before landing in the river within an instant. There was no splash, the object quietly disappeared into the water. Somewhere behind, a tower block collapsed across an empty street.
The authorities were puzzled when they arrived at the scene. The only findings were a pile of rubble and what appeared to be a displaced resident â€“ a confused young student with hair dyed green. When asked why she had not fled, her answer was that â€œshe had just woken upâ€