Scott Nicholson - First Light

The sun looked like a cheese pizza that had been broiled in hells hottest oven.

Dr. Daniel Chien frowned at the monitor, concerned less with the rippling cheese than the rising bubbles of red sauce. Each bubble erupted with a force equaling 100 billion megatons of TNT, spewing electromagnetic radiation across the solar system. Chien was intellectually aware that the pizza was really a massive star around which Earth and other planets revolved, but technology had reduced it to little more than a commercial-free reality-TV show.

Sir Isaac Newton nearly blinded himself staring at the sun, and I can do it from the comfort of my air-conditioned cubicle.

The images recorded by the Solar Dynamics Observatory were a marvel of modern technology. Not only was the space-based observatory performing a continuous, real-time monitoring of solar activity, it used an array of solar panels as its energy source. In turn, the data allowed Chien and other researchers to study the suns electromagnetic fluctuations, solar wind, sunspot activity, and particle radiation.

The sublime beauty of the system had lured Chien from a faculty position at Johns Hopkins. Even as a boy in Vietnam, hed been fascinated by the sun as the giver of life. The Earths precarious position at just the right orbital distance counted as something miraculous, although Chien was careful to avoid debates over science and faith. To him, wonder was wonder and did not require further complications. Let the glory hounds like Newton clog the pages of scientific history while Chien and his fellow grunt workers added to the pool of knowledge bit by bit.

But his role as a researcher didnt diminish his appreciation of solar myth. After all, there was hardly a more apt metaphor for human hubris than Icarus flying too close to the sun and having his wings melt.

The sun, as Chien liked to tell his friends, was cool.

He still took childlike delight in the real-time images of the sun captured in a variety of spectra, available to the public via the NASA website. The array of sophisticated instruments measured multiple wavelengths and offered two dozen ways to observe and measure solar phenomena. The main image was the one now commanding his attention, and although he was fully aware of the suns petulant temperament, he didnt like the erratic pulsations appearing on its surface.

Somebodys burning the pizza.

Katherine? he said, calling to the other on-duty researcher at the SDOs offices in the Goddard Space Flight Center. Dr. Katherine Swain was several years his senior, a 20-year veteran of NASA, and a woman who held no romantic notions of the sun at all.

Yes? she said, in an annoyed tone, looking up from her laptop. Shed confided to Daniel that she was having family problems, and Daniel had projected a polite pretense of concern without pressing for details. Which meant avoiding her unless something important was happening.

It looks like some irregular plasma activity.

Were in an irregular phase, she said, not clicking away from whatever she was working on. The moons having its period.

Much like a woman, or the moon, or any other natural object, the sun went through nearly predictable cycles of behavior. Solar cycles lasted about 11 years, and the study of radionuclides in Arctic ice had allowed researchers to map an accurate history of the sun across geological epochs. Although the cycles followed identifiable patterns, the general agreement was that the current cycle was among the most active on record.

Its not just regularly irregular, he said. Its crazy.

Ah, here comes the big one? Katherine teased. Guess they should have listened to you, huh?

As a member of a commission asked to assess the nations vulnerability to electromagnetic pulse attack, Chien had testified before an Armed Services subcommittee. Hed warned of the impact of massive solar flares, but his cataclysmic scenarios were pushed aside for what were considered the more-relevant dangers of low-flying nuclear missiles. The military couldnt fight the sun, and neither could it procure billions of tax dollars by provoking the administrations fear of the sun. Besides, terrorist threats were far sexier than probability modeling.

Last year, Chien had co-authored a report that painted a grim picture of infrastructure failure on the heels of a massive solar storm, calling it the greatest environmental disaster in human history. Since then, Katherine and the other SDO researchers had wryly called Chien Dr. Doom.

Chien had stood firm in his quiet way. Besides, it really wasnt a matter of if. It was a matter of when.

But even Chien didnt really expect when to be now.

Look at AR1654, Chien said.

Katherines keys clacked as she brought up an image on her laptop screen. Its only an M-1, she said. At worst, we could get a few radio blackouts in the polar regions. No biggie.

But AR1654 is aligning with the Earth. That means we will be right in the path of the plasma stream if a flare erupts.

And it will pass right over us. Thats why we have an atmosphere, so were not exposed to constant radiation. Otherwise, we wouldnt be around to have this conversation.

Katherine, apparently satisfied with her prognosis, resumed typing. Chien watched the image on the screen for another minute, as sauce leaked from the edge of the pizzas crust and bulged out into space in huge, curling ribbons.

Maybe Im no different than Newton, a sensationalistic glory hound. But he died a virgin, so Ive got him beat there.

Chien went through the rote recording of data that occupied much of his duties, but his mind wandered to Summer Hanratty, the woman hed been dating for the last six months. He couldnt escape the irony of her first name, and its connotation with sunny weather had fueled their initial conversation at a colleagues party. Maybe they were getting serious.

Heating up, huh? Well, even Dr. Doom needs a little comfort in the night.

Katherines clipped voice interrupted his reverie. Did you see that?

See what? Chien had flipped away from the satellite imagery to tables of temperature, X-rays, and magnetic energy.

Check the Magnetogram, she said, referring to the telescopic image that mapped the magnetic energy along the suns surface.

Chien summoned the proper screen, which now showed the solar pizza as a mossy tennis ball pocked with violent orange and cobalt-blue acne. The area near AR1654 showed a brilliant plume erupting from the surface.

It will loop, Chien said, referring to the suns habit of bending much of its escaped energy back into the thermonuclear maw. As turbulent as the imagery made the sun appear, most of the activity took place deep inside, where hydrogen and helium burned away at astonishing temperatures. It took light 200,000 years to emerge from the center of the sun to the surface, and from there a mere eight minutes to reach the Earth.

Chien thought he would share that little factoid with Summer when he dropped by her apartment tonight. It was the kind of romantic bon mot that would wash down well with a glass of Chablis.

Even with a loop, it will likely shoot some electrons our way, Katherine said.

Should we log a report?

One of the centers responsibilities was to warn of potential interference with satellites and telecommunications equipment, which helped justify the $18 billion NASA budget. A caricature of a notoriously penurious Republican senator was pinned to the bulletin board near the restrooms, bearing a handwritten admonition: A phone call a day keeps the hatchets away. Providing a practical public benefit was essential to the long-term survival of the center.

The usual, Katherine said. Possible disruption of regular signal transmission but no need for extraordinary measures.