27 December 2025 — 11:30 PM
Inside the orbital space station jointly operated by ISRO, NASA, SpaceX, and other global agencies, panic spread like wildfire.
Screens blinked red. Alarms hummed low and relentless. Scientists rushed from console to console, voices overlapping, hands trembling over keyboards.
The reason was simple.
An asteroid.
But not the kind humanity was used to.
Most space rocks burn up as they scrape through Earth's atmosphere, briefly lighting the sky as harmless meteors—shooting stars admired from rooftops and quiet streets. This one was different.
No… these were different.
Not one. Not two.
Eight.
Eight asteroids, approaching Earth simultaneously—on trajectories aimed toward Asia, Africa, North America, South America, Europe, and Australia. Spread across the globe with terrifying precision.
It was as if someone—or something—had fired them deliberately, targeting every place humans called home.
A senior scientist broke the chaos.
"What's the size of the asteroids?" he demanded.
A younger researcher swallowed hard, eyes fixed on the data streaming down his monitor.
"Each one is between twenty-five and thirty meters, sir," he replied. "They will definitely reach the surface."
A murmur swept through the room.
They weren't large enough to wipe out the planet. No extinction-level impact. No immediate apocalypse.
Yet the danger lay elsewhere.
This had never happened before.
Eight near-simultaneous impacts across the world. A planetary event—unprecedented in human history.
"Track them," the head scientist said sharply, his voice cutting through the fear. "I want every detail. Every change in trajectory. No mistakes."
"Yes, sir," another scientist replied, typing furiously. "Estimated time to impact: three days."
Silence followed.
Three days.
The head scientist exhaled slowly, staring at the projected paths glowing like scars across the holographic Earth.
"December 30th, 2025," he said quietly, almost to himself.
"Humanity will remember this day."
Far below, on Earth, people laughed, slept, argued, and dreamed—unaware that the sky itself was counting down.
Because the ones who truly understood the data knew the truth.
That day wouldn't just be remembered.
It would mark
the end of humanity as it was known.