Apollo stood in front of the counsel of the gods.
"Lord Apollo, ruler of the sun and all that is artistic, what do you have to say for yourself?"
"My Lord Zeus, I apologize profusely for burning up the new technology as it grew closer to me. I was afraid it would knock my chariot off course," Apollo blinked, clearly felling genuinely sorry for his mistake.
"For destroying the rocket along with its passengers, you shall drive the chariot yourself until man has reached your twin's region of rule," Zeus nodded at Poseidon who motioned toward the cowering god.
A bright light appeared around him, engulfing him in a golden mist. The god no longer stood in front of them, but a bright gold horse whinnied and lowered his head, "I understand my king, and please accept my apologies as I accept my punishment."
"For your destruction of mankind, you must drive three times as hard as all of your current horses work together," Apollo nodded and attempted to open his mouth and speak, but all that came out was a loud whinny. He simply brought his front legs to the ground attempting to bow in respect to the head of the gods. He quickly lifted all four of his legs off the ground and once again to drive the chariot around the earth, but this time as a horse.