The Sputnik Moment, when Americans awakened to a beeping sphere hurtling across the heavens and realized the Soviets had beaten them into outer space, had nothing on this. Dr. Scranton’s going to shit a brick, she realized numbly. The star brightened as it rose towards the zenith, brilliantly reflective. Juggernaut was enormous, far larger than her own time line’s Space Station Freedom. Rita engaged the tracking on her light-field camera and zoomed in until the tiny dot almost resolved into an oval.
