the tail plane and the whole rear end of the craft. It plunged to its doom with no survivors.
The missile was entangled in aircraft debris, undamaged externally, but no longer aerodynamic. It began to tumble out of control and did not burn up, but it did hit the ground off target and sideways, making a kinetic energy crater thirty feet deep, cracking its casing that was designed for nose impact and coming to rest, leaking radiation and fuel, in its crater.
Fifteen seconds later the second missile impacted 1000 feet away, drilled down its 400 programmed feet and exploded. The surface effect of the nuclear blast was muted by the depth, but the bubble formed by vaporization of rock, mud and water was instantly blasted full of magma from a side plume unknown to the Iranians. A huge, hot magma swimming pool awaited further warheads with the pressure buildup below pumping the super volcano far more than ever anticipated. This was a disaster of unimaginable proportion, and end of life on earth, but that life just didn’t know it yet.
Approaching the secret launch site in Iran, the AMD missile was seconds from detonation, the first time an Anti-matter Device had been used, let alone used in anger. There was no warning. The missile was under the radar and moving too fast.
The Iranian silos were poised to spew out their messengers of death, with the lox vapor roiling out of the openings. The roar of multiple launches and plumes of billowing white exhaust gases were overwhelming, making the arrival of the AMD insignificant.
The AMD detonated.
There was no overpowering blast, no blinding flash, no mushroom cloud. Just a “pop” that no one was around to hear.
A silvery ripple, like a mercury spill, but without a source of liquid metal, started as a spherical shape at the detonation center and rapidly expanded outwards into an all consuming pancake at around 500 miles an hour.
Every thing beneath the consuming edge turned into a smooth and reflective silver surface, flat, featureless and formless. Matter, the missile silos, the missiles and the people inside met anti-matter and became pure energy that was sucked into the earth surface, uniformly raising the potential in the region by millions of volts. A lightning show began with small discharges flashing evenly spaced throughout the expanding region. The rapidly increasing lightning strikes were running out of cloud cover to balance potential and the growing earth charge had to seek other means to distribute itself. The recently uniform potential had nowhere to go but outwards as it repelled itself from the center of the glassy plain. The edges of the ripple now glowed with the building energy of millions of volts. Long, continuos tendrils of electric arcs probed ahead of the wave looking for a resting place. The silver front had become an anti-matter energy tsunami devouring everything in its path. Nothing slowed it down.
In Wyoming two of the first three warheads had penetrated the makeshift air shield and detonated, all seven remaining having been taken out by military aircraft missiles. But just the one warhead had really been enough to tip the instability of the magma plume.
The initial nuclear rock-vapor bubble was now filled like a ripe pimple on the earth’s face, one touch and it would spurt out the pus of magma to relieve the pressure. But this was no acne pimple volcanic release. The magma from far below, with the pressure of the whole planet forcing it out, was gradually rising up its main pipe and forcing more molten rock through smaller secondary arteries. The two extra warheads that did get through simply accelerated the process a little, widening the open wound to allow the earth’s heartbeat to pump out the red hot, bloody magma that should have been deep down inside the planet.
The shock wave of the nuclear detonations and the upsurge of magma had set of another reaction that no one had ever anticipated. There was enough of a jolt to the North American
The missile was entangled in aircraft debris, undamaged externally, but no longer aerodynamic. It began to tumble out of control and did not burn up, but it did hit the ground off target and sideways, making a kinetic energy crater thirty feet deep, cracking its casing that was designed for nose impact and coming to rest, leaking radiation and fuel, in its crater.
Fifteen seconds later the second missile impacted 1000 feet away, drilled down its 400 programmed feet and exploded. The surface effect of the nuclear blast was muted by the depth, but the bubble formed by vaporization of rock, mud and water was instantly blasted full of magma from a side plume unknown to the Iranians. A huge, hot magma swimming pool awaited further warheads with the pressure buildup below pumping the super volcano far more than ever anticipated. This was a disaster of unimaginable proportion, and end of life on earth, but that life just didn’t know it yet.
Approaching the secret launch site in Iran, the AMD missile was seconds from detonation, the first time an Anti-matter Device had been used, let alone used in anger. There was no warning. The missile was under the radar and moving too fast.
The Iranian silos were poised to spew out their messengers of death, with the lox vapor roiling out of the openings. The roar of multiple launches and plumes of billowing white exhaust gases were overwhelming, making the arrival of the AMD insignificant.
The AMD detonated.
There was no overpowering blast, no blinding flash, no mushroom cloud. Just a “pop” that no one was around to hear.
A silvery ripple, like a mercury spill, but without a source of liquid metal, started as a spherical shape at the detonation center and rapidly expanded outwards into an all consuming pancake at around 500 miles an hour.
Every thing beneath the consuming edge turned into a smooth and reflective silver surface, flat, featureless and formless. Matter, the missile silos, the missiles and the people inside met anti-matter and became pure energy that was sucked into the earth surface, uniformly raising the potential in the region by millions of volts. A lightning show began with small discharges flashing evenly spaced throughout the expanding region. The rapidly increasing lightning strikes were running out of cloud cover to balance potential and the growing earth charge had to seek other means to distribute itself. The recently uniform potential had nowhere to go but outwards as it repelled itself from the center of the glassy plain. The edges of the ripple now glowed with the building energy of millions of volts. Long, continuos tendrils of electric arcs probed ahead of the wave looking for a resting place. The silver front had become an anti-matter energy tsunami devouring everything in its path. Nothing slowed it down.
In Wyoming two of the first three warheads had penetrated the makeshift air shield and detonated, all seven remaining having been taken out by military aircraft missiles. But just the one warhead had really been enough to tip the instability of the magma plume.
The initial nuclear rock-vapor bubble was now filled like a ripe pimple on the earth’s face, one touch and it would spurt out the pus of magma to relieve the pressure. But this was no acne pimple volcanic release. The magma from far below, with the pressure of the whole planet forcing it out, was gradually rising up its main pipe and forcing more molten rock through smaller secondary arteries. The two extra warheads that did get through simply accelerated the process a little, widening the open wound to allow the earth’s heartbeat to pump out the red hot, bloody magma that should have been deep down inside the planet.
The shock wave of the nuclear detonations and the upsurge of magma had set of another reaction that no one had ever anticipated. There was enough of a jolt to the North American
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