Asteroid vs Earth

Ladiesand Gentlemen your honorable guest,

Mr. Evan Telly!

Thank you!

Mrs. Harris.

Evan?! Do you know what time it is?

Uh, I do know what time it is.

I don't know why I hired you! What are you doing?

In fact, there is 99% percent probability that

It's 4am in the morning! What is it?

There is a meteor heading towards earth in 10 days.

What? What's the speed of it's trajectory?

It's traveling over 7 million miles an hour.

Accelerating.

What? Toward us?

Uh huh. Towards the gravitational pull of our sun.

How did you find it?

Uh, luckily I have a spectroscopic yasmin reading.

Uh it's it's off the charts.

Wait there!

Wait here.

Yeah. Yeah. Let me figure this out.

Bye.

Evan Kitsias?

Evan Kitsias?

Yeah.

Be advised. Target is secure.

What are you doing here?

Who do you think pays for all this stuff?

I don't want to pry, Chase.

Good. Thank you.

All right. You win.

No conversation.

Taking one for the team, huh?

- Action my friend. - No

- That. That speaks louder then words. - Rudy. Ru-Rudy.

Damn.

Damn. Damn!

Mmm.

As awful and annoying this song is in English...

Who knew it would be so good in Chinese.

It's Korean.

Oh. Well I assure you Miss,

I am not here to molest you in any way.

My butt would not dare warm a seat beside yours, normally.

But I'm am here on a, mission of mercy.

You see that sailor.

That lonely sailor over there?

You know, I am having a really bad week.

Well, no that's good. That's really good.

You see, my friend... he is terrible company.

Actually he's down right dull.

Chase, uh...

- What's your name? - Marissa.

Come meet Marissa.

He's terrible company.

But you're in a terrible mood, so... you're all set.

It's not like he can bring you down.

Hi.

Sorry about my friend, he

Whoa whoa whoa, no no.

There is no need to apologize.

I've already warned her how dull you can be.

Thanks.

Marissa. This is my friend Chase.

Chase, this is Marissa.

It was a pleasure meeting you Marissa.

Oh and by the way, she's having a terrible week.

Great.

Thanks.

Sorry about all that. Um...

So what's the matter with you week?

Ugh! You wouldn't understand.

Because I'm stupid or in sensitive?

Fine.

I'm a deep sea geophysicist task with mapping the Yap Trench

but I can't right now

Because of sub ductal instability due to

the reactivation of the Saipan Volcano.

I took rocks for jocks in college.

Wow.

Honey.

Honey?

Marie!

Marie!

- Come on. We gotta go. - What is going on?

It's a super cell.

I've never seen it like this.

Neither have I.

STRATCOM this is Masterson. Mayday.

We've got a shit storm down here.

US STRATCOM.

This is Masterson. Mayday.

Damn! Thing's not working!

Interference in the Ionosphere.

You really think these reinforcements are gonna hold up?

I hope so honey.

Identify yourself.

Major Sera

Opening the door.

Sir?

Are you and your wife ok?

Yes.

There's a situation.

Expected as much.

Marie?

I know the deal.

General.

- This just came in for you. - Thank you.

Uh

Are you in charge sir?

I'm General Jim Masterson, and you are?

I'm Evan Kitsias, sir.

I'm the Q4 Keck intern. I discovered the Meteor.

That's fine work son.

The planet owes you a debt.

Thanks. You can call me Telly.

Um,

I want to talk to you about the interdiction meteor.

- That exactly what We're - 2 minutes from Pre launch.

We need to move, sir.

Excuse me.

Did I not tell you that was the bomb.

You got this.

Sir.

Sir.

We have a minute and a half before the launch of those ICBMs.

Rockets traveling 100,000 Km Hour with 58 Megaton warhead packages?

You're throwing pebbles at a tank, sir.

Let's hope you miss so you don't cause any damage.

You're one precocious young man.

- Major. - Guard.

I can show you the simulation, sir.

I have a plan. It'll work. You can't deflect it.

You can't destroy it, sir.

Have you all received the timing for a coordinated meteor interdiction?

We reiterate our objection to deflection.

Your little friend is right.

That asteroid cannot be turned.

This secondguessing is ludicrous.

It's rather late in the game.

This launch sequence is the only way for us to synchronize

the delivery of our nuclear resources, Sergei.

What are you proposing?

We will destroy it.

Unfortunately I'm afraid that is not gonna work.

Deflection is the only answer.

We believe only chance is to destroy meteor.

How you say? Uh, we agree to disagree.

We will in no way interrupt your plans,

but Russian federation reserves the right to defend itself.

General Masterson, what will you do?

United States based weapons command will stay the course.

Thank you gentlemen.

Major. Where'd they put that kid?

Give me a moment gentlemen.

- You too Major. - Yes sir.

How did you know the tonnage of our weapons?

Uh, Google, sir.

Of course.

And what makes you think the deflection will be unsuccessful?

Physics, sir.

Oh so you're a part-time physicist now? Is that it?

I built a nuclear fusion reactor in my garage freshman year.

High School.

Fueled by kerosene or paint thinner?

Uh, Deuterium.

I was even manufacturing yellow cake until my mom made me stop.

I don't know why.

It's all just uh... Physics, sir.

That asteroid of unknown composition has a diameter of

1/4 the moon and probably the mass of.04% of the Earth.

There is no physical way to stop that

with just 5 nuclear missiles of 5,00 nuclear missiles.

It's not possible in our solar system.

You don't think I know that son?

Now you said you had a simulation I could watch.

What's your plan C?

Move the planet.

Excuse me?

Move the Earth.

You just said that the Earth

has a mass 5,000 times greater then the asteroid.

That would take millions of nuclear detonations to even budge it.

Well over a trillion actually.

Uh, but maybe just a few at the right place.

For example, the intersection of 4 tectonic

plates setting off multiple seismic events,

aggregating to over... 18 on the Richter scale.

And where do you propose this son?

On YapTrench. The ring of fire.

Earthquakes.

Do you uh, still find me precocious, sir?

Ok you guys. Here you go. Enjoy.

- Thanks. - Thank you.

Cheers.

Mmm.

That's like a quadruple.

So wait a minute,

so you're telling me that you're the guy with his finger on the button?

Shh!