Below, a cluster of craters dotted the hillside. Smoke still drifted from the largest of them. The challenge was barely minutes old, and already the air smelled of burned earth and ozone.

The meteor he'd claimed was pitted and dark, no bigger than a bathtub. Inside, the rock had split open, revealing something strange. Four pale limbs, stretched out like a discarded doll, half-buried in the rubble.

His fingers hovered over one of the limbs. It twitched.

Fries yanked his hand back.