BETHESDA,

2420 AA, After the Great Ascension.

"Connors! Connors!" his radio crackled but he was too dazed to answer it. No matter how he tried he could not look away from the scene that was unfolding right in front of his eyes.

"Connors dammit!  Say something!"

"It's... it's..." it was useless. This was not something that he could easily explain to command over the comms.

And he continued to stare on as another burst of light, much brighter than the first one ...