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We know it was big, but we don't know how powerful," Jennifer said without turning away from her duties. Her slender black fingers were a shadowy blur as they danced across the keyboard. "Let's see what kind of footprints this critter left." Jennifer glanced over her shoulder and, for a moment, she locked eyes with mine and gave me a curious grin. I nodded my hot head and returned her smile as I recalled the sensual memory of inappropriate lust. Nice to see the memories were mutual. "We record and monitor the output of our solar array, twenty-four slash seven. Like a movie camera, the system takes a snapshot of the line voltage once a microsecond. I can hindu manipulate the results in dozens of different ways, including visually. I can turn it into a song, a movie, or a graph. Maybe the last string of numbers has something to tell us." She mouse clicked the auto-save file and opened it in indian her Excel spreadsheet. Digits drifted across the monitor's screen in a blizzard of numbers before freezing in place at the end of the transmission. "Interesting, let's go visual." Two or three fast mouse clicks transformed the row of numbers into a three-dimensional emerald green bar graph twinkling against a black background. "Ahh ha! Got it!" She whooped with glee as she zoomed to the final moments before the line went offline. "See?" she cried the instant the panels' flat-line trickle of sunset power started to spike. "In the final tenth of a second, we captured the first moments of the event." Her long slender finger traced the nearly vertical slope of the bar graph. “Death was not instantaneous; it took one-twentieth of a second for the line to die. The last five frames of our digital movie tell us babe a story. In that sliver of time, current surged from nine to over seventy volts." She pointed at the monitor. "Note, in these final images, or bars, the voltages are increasing at an exponential rate, nine volts, eighteen, thirty-six, seventy-two volts. My gut is telling me that ain't where it topped out. I have a guess the surge occurred more like a tsunami wave than a spike." She tapped her finger on the top of the last bar on the screen. "We need one more bit of evidence to finish the picture." A few moments and a dozen clicks later, the graph vanished beneath a dark spectrum, false-color image of our solar system's central star as seen from the Solar and Hemispheric Observatory (SOHO) satellite orbiting the sun. "Let's see what the old lady was up to over the last twenty-four hours; we'll fast play the day in sixty seconds." She pushed start, and we watched in morbid fascination as a few degrees beneath the equator, a collection of huge sunspots merged into one gigantic tempest, several dozen times the diameter of the Earth. 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