PROLOGUE
The light of early morning crept through the cracked transparisteel providing illumination to a tragedy. Everything in the room had either been blasted to bits by the concussion or charred black by the ensuing flame. He slowly walked into the room the stench of burned flesh and plastics made it hard to swallow the lump in his throat. Something made a sickening crunch under his boot and made him shudder, he knew better than to look down and continued toward the center of the large dome shaped chamber. There it still sat, the source of this mass destruction and somehow untouched as if an unseen bubble had cocooned it. As he got closer to the center the destruction went from debris to atomized dust, trying to clear his throat once again as he crouched down.
He scooped it up in his arms and began walking back out of the room. This could not have happened, but it did and he wasn’t sure how he could explain it to his own mind let alone anyone else. He wondered how so much devastation could come from something that appeared so fragile, “it doesn’t matter” he whispered as he brushed away A lock of hair covering her eye.