Of Satellites and Coffin Nails
“Will the falling satellites hit anything on their way down?” President Zi asked once he had calmed down after his outburst.
“Based on their trajectory,” the man opened his laptop and typed furiously, bringing up an orbital model of the satellites in orbit from the confidential servers at the ITU, “they’re headed directly for some American and Russian satellites.” He turned the laptop around and showed the labeled orbital map to the president. “That assumes that the Americans and Russians don’t adjust their satellites to avoid the collision.
“How long until the earliest collision?” the president followed up.
“An hour or so, sir. Are you going to inform them so they can avoid it?”
“Why would I do that?” Zi Jinping chuckled. “We can use it to our benefit,” he finished with a sinister smile on his face. All of his anger had dissipated when he realized that he didn’t have to do anything and the Edenians would walk into a trap on their own.
“What benefit, sir?” asked the minister.