The SS Rambler cruised slowly and carefully through the arctic, avoiding large glacial chunks that could potentially strand them in deadly waters. They had been instructed to deliver top secret materials to the ORE, a military classified vessel who was to meet them at the specific location. The Rambler was the only ship that could handle such a perilous exploration through the treacherous territory. They waited by a floating icy mountain, concealed within the frozen scenery. Suddenly from the black ocean depths, a submarine emerged and approached the ship. The instructions were to drop the crates to the divers and reverse directions toward Australia. Once they were secured, the onyx capsule sunk back into the ocean. A spine-chilling presence was the only thing that remained besides the biting cold as the Rambler continued on.
And so Hyperion slept, knowing that the light of the Moon would soon give way to a breaking Dawn and the Sun would rise again to power the force of the Earth throughout its eternal spin through the universe. The Titanic overthrow had finally been won, until the next “greatest new development” once again swept in to change the old guard.