Project Castle
Bikini Atoll Nuclear Test
November 3, 1954
The wail from the engines of the oncoming B-36 bomber sounded the death knell for everything within at least a twenty-mile radius. In the name of science and progress, it would all become a tomb of fire and death. At least none of the wildlife would have any idea as to what was about to happen. They would at least be granted a painless death, all except one.
An earth-shattering explosion that threatened to tear that small part of the world asunder illuminated the night sky with the fires of Hell, consuming all in its path, not even leaving the smallest remnants to be remembered. The weapon that had unleashed it was by far the deadliest known to man, but what it would bring about would overshadow even its awesome brute force.
For decades he lay in agony, dormant but still feeling everything around and within him, enduring test after horrific nuclear test. The Pacific currents that carried him somehow encountered each brutal explosion. He absorbed them into his body and into his very being, their radiation and energy feeding him, transforming him into something far beyond what had been intended for Earth. This being did not belong to the modern world, for he was from another age, a different world that had long since died. The tests would make him a part of this world now.
400 miles west of Wake Island January 17, 1991
One of the final underwater nuclear tests in history detonated in the calm waters of the Pacific Ocean. Vaporizing thousands of tons of water, the test ended life in that section of the ocean. At least, that is what a logical person would conclude. One remained, only this time he welcomed the torrent of energy and even the pain that accompanied it. The time was soon coming, for HE had truly awakened.
Later that same night a violent storm had erupted around the test area. It seemed to echo what had occurred there that day. The rain and storm-tossed waves, along with the dancing lightning, provided a perfect backdrop to what many sailors would call a hallucination or even an apparition. Ocean water parted as if Moses himself had commanded it and the apparition rose, if only for a second, to take in a very first site of the modern world.
The thunder roared across the night sky, making the ocean itself shudder.
Perhaps, it was not the thunder at all.
Bikini Atoll Nuclear Test
November 3, 1954
The wail from the engines of the oncoming B-36 bomber sounded the death knell for everything within at least a twenty-mile radius. In the name of science and progress, it would all become a tomb of fire and death. At least none of the wildlife would have any idea as to what was about to happen. They would at least be granted a painless death, all except one.
An earth-shattering explosion that threatened to tear that small part of the world asunder illuminated the night sky with the fires of Hell, consuming all in its path, not even leaving the smallest remnants to be remembered. The weapon that had unleashed it was by far the deadliest known to man, but what it would bring about would overshadow even its awesome brute force.
For decades he lay in agony, dormant but still feeling everything around and within him, enduring test after horrific nuclear test. The Pacific currents that carried him somehow encountered each brutal explosion. He absorbed them into his body and into his very being, their radiation and energy feeding him, transforming him into something far beyond what had been intended for Earth. This being did not belong to the modern world, for he was from another age, a different world that had long since died. The tests would make him a part of this world now.
400 miles west of Wake Island January 17, 1991
One of the final underwater nuclear tests in history detonated in the calm waters of the Pacific Ocean. Vaporizing thousands of tons of water, the test ended life in that section of the ocean. At least, that is what a logical person would conclude. One remained, only this time he welcomed the torrent of energy and even the pain that accompanied it. The time was soon coming, for HE had truly awakened.
Later that same night a violent storm had erupted around the test area. It seemed to echo what had occurred there that day. The rain and storm-tossed waves, along with the dancing lightning, provided a perfect backdrop to what many sailors would call a hallucination or even an apparition. Ocean water parted as if Moses himself had commanded it and the apparition rose, if only for a second, to take in a very first site of the modern world.
The thunder roared across the night sky, making the ocean itself shudder.
Perhaps, it was not the thunder at all.