Now that the bunker, having been ripped from the island's interior, is blasting a magnetic shockwave strong enough to rip commercial airliners apart; re-entry into Earth's atmosphere demolishes several Starlink satellites, a cargo plane packed with a solar panel delivery, an entire flock of starlings, and a nuclear missile silo. As the several-miles-away mushroom cloud grows bigger than my thumb, I throw up my arms in frustration that my experiment was ruined by somebody who doesn't understand that a computer counting down is as prone to time stopping as anything else.
But at least we have another moon, now with tropical plants!