At 3:57a.m.on Sunday, August 3, 2019, James Connor Quinn pulled off his headset and sat back in his chair, sweating and sucking air, sure now, but hardly able to believe what he alone in all his world knew.
"Jesus Christ," Jimmy breathed, meeting the future by turning to the ancient past. "Holy Mother of God."
He rubbed his eyes and combed his fingers through his tangled, scribbly hair and sat, staring blankly, for a few moments longer. Then he called Anne.
Mary Doria Russell, The Sparrow (1996). Now if we could only find intelligent life inside the Beltway…