Then the world, or the biosphere at least, more or less gets the big blue screen of death, hit reset and start all over again with some crocodiles and one or two burrowing animals. What it does release is plasma, huge piles of flying burning rock and hot gases. It turns into a fireball that is only different from a nuclear weapon in that it doesn't release radiation. And when a slushee that's the size of Manhattan Island hits a planet going faster than anything mankind could create, it doesn't just go bang. The most dangerous were comets which, despite having the essential consistency of a slushee, moved very fast and were generally very big. Skywatch was an underfunded and overlooked collection of geeks, nerds and astronomy PhDs who couldn't otherwise find a job who dedicated themselves to the very important and very poorly understood job of searching the sky for stuff that could kill the world. Chris was the Third Shift Data Center Manager for Skywatch. The second generally boiled down to academia or 'Do you want fries with that?' He had the same problem with academia he had with corporations. The first might have gotten him a really good paying job if he could just manage to get through corporate interviews without putting his foot in his mouth. He had a Masters in Aeronautical Engineering and a PhD in astrophysics. So his public persona was of tall, blond and dumb. He'd found that he was great with the ladies right up until he opened his mouth.

That's odd.' 'What?' Chris Greenstein, in spite of his name, was a gangling, good looking blond guy who most people mistook for a very pale surfer-dude. And things that are just ginormously huge and hard to grasp because space is like that. But in this case, the subject is science. That's odd.' The same can be said for relationships: 'That's not my shade of lipstick. THE MAPLE SYRUP WAR Prologue It is said that in science the greatest changes come about when some researcher says 'Hmmm.

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