Hunt

It was a Thursday afternoon when the sun went out. The world was immediately plunged into darkness, although the street lights around Harper flicked on a moment later.

"Dammit!" he swore. It was quickly becoming cold, and Harper knew that much of the planet's life would die out in a matter of weeks. Of course, the star had actually extinguished eight minutes earlier - they were only just now seeing the effects.

Not that it mattered.

Harper gazed up at the night (day!) sky, and sighed wearily. Ten days of expensive simulation time wasted, and no closer to finding the bug.