Being attacked by psychotic sports teams was something new even for Stone, who thought he had seen just about everything by now. But that was far from the case, he saw as he came around a curve on the interstate and viewed a sight to freeze any man’s eyeballs. Two immense H-bomb craters were set about a mile apart. They were gargantuan, towering up into the skies like some sort of mythical creations; the land around them was relatively flat. They were a half-mile in diameter, and their circular craters rose up a good thousand feet before cresting out to a twenty-foot-wide ridge and then sloping back down inside again. Monuments that would survive long after the men who had created them were dust in the ground. Mountains to madness. Towers marking the fatal flaw of man—his genius at creating death. Stone eased down on the throttle. The craters stood on each side of the interstate, their very lower edges almost touching the side of the road, coming to within yards.
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