"Woah, dude this microscope has an insane resolution," James exclaims as he enlarges the organic sample larger and larger. The lab just got the new microscope as part of their funding. They are spearheading the research around a meteor impact site that recently occurred in a kids playground.
A person might think that this was a catastrophic thing to occur especially if you consider there were kids on the playground at the time of impact. However, this was no more than a pebble in size and did not have any effect on the children's activities. You see because it was so small it pierced the earth quite graciously as far as things hitting the ground from outer space are concerned.
The pebble pierced the ground and kept going, gravity was quite happy with itself as its resolve to pull things down has once again proven to be unwavering. The recent boom in things leaving earth however still weighing heavily on its mind. It has decided to take pleasure in the small things and not be so concerned with the rest. After all, everyone is entitled to their opinion and it felt to Gravity like the humans have resolved to go up. Gravity smiled as it heard the words, "He is going to jump."
Meteor strike sounds far more exciting than unknown pebble incident, but will be known after the fact as exactly that "The unknown pebble incident of 1995." Which in turn sounds better than 2000, by which it is also assumed the fact that we are about 6 years out on the actual date of "In the year of our Lord," that there is a clear biased towards dates that sound good giving more significance to an event than what it would have had.
James is part of a special branch in the government which deals mainly with pebble related incidents, something which until recently was just not as exciting and after 5 years of almost exclusively dealing with pebble related windshield repairs, he said enough was enough and marched upstairs.
After demanding they only work on provable outer space-related pebble incidents the higher ups passed a resolution to ensure this will be the case. With the contingency of course that if the department were to lack funding a few sideline windshield repair incidents should be taken on. The official reason for the contingency was stated thusly - "Every pebble counts."
Mike walked over to James and pushed him aside to look into the microscope. "Woah, dude this microscope has an insane resolution," Mike exclaims. James just shrugged as Mike was quite thick but smart. Still, he was quite thick. James has long ago decided that Mike irks him since that was the only way he could describe the uncertain feeling he felt when Mike was nearby.
"What is that?" Mike asked in a tone of wonder, "It looks like a single cell organism." James takes the opportunity to shove Mike out of the way, with a grin he looks into the microscope. "You are right, it is a single cell organism." Mike also did not like James much but he did like hearing that he was right so he just said "Awesome," in the most sarcastic manner he could.
The single cell organism did not like it very much to hear that it was a single cell. With ironic single-minded determination it split into more cells, and more cells. "Dude, this thing is dividing," James says under his breath as he watches in shock.
The cell did not have any exposure to earth or could have come from earth since it was extracted from inside the pebble. Very carefully and methodically, James does not have an award for the most anal foreign body extractor and preserver for nothing.
The cell started feeling like less of a cell and momentarily this was a great problem, the other cells who have not yet caught on explained that they should stay on course and this was a good decision, "It will soon be over and you will feel like your old self again, they chimed in unison."
Unfortunately, we will never know how this situation resolved itself and whether it ever did. Some speculate that we are amidst a pebble war and that the single cell organism very much felt like its old self again. Too bad for the human race, since its old self is that of a war waging species.
These could also just be the ravings of a grumpy old man, who has grown tired of the children throwing rocks at his windows and wishes the full force of the Military to intervene.