It's not an asteroid. Because of its angular shape and glossy, even surface, we at first presumed it to be the spacecraft of an advanced alien civilization. That alone would have been a revelation. That alone was enough reason for the massive cover-up, and I wish to God that is all it had remained. The way the object was spinning listlessly past our solar system suggested it was derelict. But then the first size estimates came in, and we made them recheck the calculations, since the estimate was ridiculous. It was roughly the same size as Jupiter. A year later we captured our first clear image of it, and the room went silent.
It was not a spaceship. It was a tooth. A long, pointed tooth that superficially resembled that of a shark, slenderly triangular with canyon-like serrations marching along each edge. That was all. A tooth, the size of a planet.
What unholy terror swims in the vacuum of space? It makes me think of early mariners watching the massive tentacle of a giant squid roll ashore with the tide, filling their heads with nightmares. The imagination cannot rest after witnessing such a horror in existence. In those days, a sailor could swear off the sea. Where are we to go?
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