That Hubble that had survived deep in space, today, was stricken by the ''kill-shots'' from the sun. I may explain these horrible sights of the fiery space winds, the ''solar flares'', that had so struck Earth for almost a year, and continuing: waves of excited particles were being expelled, shot through space out of the solar surface, and radiated over our mechanical products in orbit over Earth. That hurtling mass in space, what appeared to Earth as a horrible stretch of luminescent flame and gas, with a tail protruded, was named ''Wormwood'' by its relative observers. It had made a course across the rocky Belt, under relative velocity, and in collision with asteroids residing there, sending them forthiwithly into a headlong trajectory across that black gulf. To our fortunate luck, this Thing, it was fancied to have been a great comet, would be due to level with our planets, the Solar System, and nothing else. It was quite rediculous, yet discerned with steadiness, that the comet might strike us, but it was in cause that this entitiy followed an orbit far vast and more ancient than our timeless worlds. It was calculated, under careful measurements, that It would arrive passed us, bringing along miles of rocks and meteors. From then on, it would depend on nature over our survival of space. After this, that speeding comet, at almost three times the mass of our Earth, will finally level in between, aligning with Venus, then Mercury, then followes our solar body. Mars had already seen the arrival of It, as at one point in space, the comet sped after the gap between Mars and Earth, and in alignment, struck Mars throughout with fallen asteroids. The entirety of almost the visible face of Mars had been struck, and it was seen that the Martian surface had been violently demolished.
The moon was our most visibly seen casualty in space, under the presence of the arriving debris delivered by the Thing, through the Belt, and it was seen as a meteorite in the scale of a hill-sized object that had struck our moon, hit it with such a concussion, that the impact-scar over the gray and hilly surface of the moon seemded to stretch over mounts and banks, perhaps by miles of landscape. Now and then, under the chance of our radiant, blue shield over the globe, pieces of these falling rocks would become burning ash, then oblivious, quickly, in a matter of minutes, and by the seconds, our life was spared throughout the lands. It was that comet, the Thing that would soon exterminate us, that kept us in wonder, that kept us to even dare to look after that darkened sky at night. Only a huge, streak of inferno gas crept across the nightly hemisphere. Such a sight it was to those below. That ''Wormwood'' was the last sight for the scrutiny of the Hubble. That vessel had drifted off against space and orbit, and it was said to fall soon after Earth. Although our only sight of space and that Thing was concluded in inconvenience, our telescopic marvels, laying far in Antarctica, had continued with their survalence over space. Mars, as those observers had said to the troubled nations, had surely been demoralized by asteroids throttled from space, in the passing of that comet. The moon, as any commoner couls witness, was scarred with miles of injury and devastation. And as those men had notified, our fate, in time soon to be determined, would be in the same matter as those previous catastrophes in space, unfortunately.