"Holy shit, the sun is falling!"
"Run!"
"Everyone, stay calm! That's the sun of Asgard, the realm of the gods, not Blue Star's sun. Don't panic!"
"...Fuck! Watch where you're driving! You nearly hit me!"
"Driver, step on it!"
"Oh God."
"..."
Once people realized the sun was falling toward them, chaos erupted across Big Apple City. Cars blared their horns, demanding that those ahead make way. Some drivers, frustrated by the slow traffic, swerved onto the sidewalks and floored the accelerator without caring whether anyone was in their path, drawing a storm of curses.
On some buses, passengers saw their drivers still crawling along and, driven by desperation, lunged for the steering wheel and accelerator. The people beside them made no move to stop them. Instead, their faces showed a mixture of relief and gratitude.
Residents burst from the shops where they worked and the homes where they lived, running as though zombies were on their heels. Wreckage was everywhere. It looked like Doomsday had arrived.
In Norse Mythology, the sun was actually Sól and her sun chariot, not Blue Star's sun. In theory, after falling, it should turn into a goddess's corpse and a chariot that might break apart. But looking at that enormous blazing Great Sun, who would bet their life that it would become a goddess's corpse before it struck Big Apple City?
"We're finished."
In the White House, a theologian's legs gave way. He landed hard on his backside, and the impact made the muscles in his face twitch.
As America's largest city and busiest port, Big Apple City was the country's most important city, bar none. Its gross domestic product reached 8.1 trillion, a tenth of America's total, making it the nation's undisputed commercial and financial center.
If the falling sun destroyed Big Apple